बदल जाओ वक्त के साथ
या फिर वक्त बदलना सीखो
मजबूरियों को मत कोसो
हर हाल में चलना सीखो...
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The siblings were intimidated by their elder brother's presence and aura, they instinctively take a step back, creating a bit of distance between them. Their expressions likely reflect some degree of fear, and they struggled to find the right words to say. Arushi muster up the courage to speak first, her voice slightly tremulous, and say something like, "Um... h-hi... we weren't expecting you there."

The cold and aloof brother likely respond with a cool and calm demeanor. He simply said something like, "I noticed you two were arguing and thought I'd come out to investigate. What's all the commotion about?" His expression remained guarded, making it difficult to read his thoughts or emotions.

Feeling a bit uneasy and caught off guard by their brother's appearance, the siblings attempt to cover up the real commotion. Arushi stammer out something along the lines of, "Oh, uh... it was nothing much. We were just... having a silly argument, you know, siblings do that sometimes." Arush try to support her, adding with a forced chuckle, "Yeah, just a trivial disagreement, nothing to worry about."

Despite the siblings' attempts to downplay the situation, Siddhant saw through their deception. He quietly observed their nervous behavior and recognized that there was something more behind their visit. Although he didn't let on, he was silently aware of the reason they were there, his sharp intuition and keen insight into their intentions.

Although he silently understood their reason for being there, Siddhant allowed the twins to enter his room. He silently observed their hesitant movements, his expression betraying no hint of his knowledge of their motives. Without a word, he gestured for them to come inside, silently acknowledging their presence and their unspoken agenda.

As the siblings entered the room and saw their elder brother seated on the couch, working on his laptop, they stood there awkwardly, uncertain of what to do next. The room was filled with an uneasy silence, with the only sound being the soft clacking of the keys on the laptop as Siddhant continued his work. The twins glanced at each other, unsure of how to break the ice or broach the topic they had come to discuss.

Arush still trying to lighten the atmosphere with some humor, jokingly says to his sister in a dramatic voice, "Maybe we should just admire our brother from afar since he's so busy working. It's not like he called us here just to show off his laptop skills."

The sister, exasperated by her brother's continued attempts at humor, responded with a firm tone. "We're here to discuss something important, not to listen to your silly jokes," she chided. "Please take this seriously for once."

The twin brother, noticing that things are taking a more serious turn, directs his attention to the sister. "Alright, alright," he says teasingly. "You wanted to talk about something important, right? Go ahead and speak."

As if releasing all the emotions she had been feeling, the sister suddenly starts pouring out her heart, addressing her brother. Tears start to well up in her eyes, and she continues to speak, her voice quivering. "We're sorry," she says, her words filled with remorse. "We never meant for any of this to happen. We were just children, and we didn't know any better. But we're here now, and we want to make things right."

Siddhant seeing his siblings struggle with their emotions, interjects to clarify. "I want to be clear," he says firmly but gently, "you two were not at fault for anything that happened." He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, before continuing. "The situation we are in now was a result of our parents' decisions, not yours."

Siddhant paused, sighing before continuing. "You both were just children," he explained, "and I was a bit older, but still quite young myself. But our parents, they were grown adults, and they had a responsibility to us." A hint of pain crossed his face as he added, "They had the maturity to understand things, but they didn't take the time to understand me. They prioritized their own feelings over mine."

Arush out of nowhere exclaimed ' we thought that you would be hating us and will behave cold towards us.'

Siddhant clearly taken aback by the unexpected question, takes a moment to respond. "You thought I would be cold to you?" he says, his tone softening a bit. "No, no. I could never be cold to you both. No matter what happened, you're still my siblings, and I could never stay angry with you both for something that wasn't your fault."

Siddhant sensing the need for a brief moment, told his siblings to have a seat and proceeded to answer an incoming call. As he turned his attention to the phone, he walked away to a quieter corner of the room, creating a brief interval for the siblings.

The siblings, unable to ignore their curiosity, carefully listened to their elder brother's conversation going on in the background. His tone was more sharp and assertive than usual, and his words came out as a mixture of firmness and slight venom.

They heard him saying, "I need all the information right now, and I won't tolerate any delay. You know well what I'm capable of if I don't get what I want."

The twins couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines as they listened to their elder brother's intense and authoritative tone. The firmness in his voice left them with a sense of awe and a tinge of fear, as they realized the authoritative presence their older brother could exude when the situation demanded it.

The siblings, although slightly intimidated by their brother's tone, were also puzzled by the nature of the information he was discussing on the phone. They glanced at each other, their brows furrowing in confusion and mild curiosity, as they silently wondered what information could be so important that it warranted such a serious tone.

Arush, offered a suggestion to his sister. "Maybe it's a business-related call," he said, trying to rationalize their brother's intense tone. "It seems like something important, considering how urgent he sounds."

After some time, Siddhant finished his phone call and returned to the room where his siblings were sitting. His expression was still somewhat stern, suggesting that the call had been important. The siblings looked up at him as he approached, awaiting his next words with a curious and slightly apprehensive demeanor.

The twin sister took a moment to gather her courage, then posed a tentative question to their elder brother with a half-smile. "Uhm... can we be a bit cheeky and amusing with you?" she asked somewhat hesitantly. "You see, we have this bit of a 'crackhead' side to us, and we were wondering if you'd mind it."

The elder brother chuckled lightly at their question, appreciating their honesty. "Ah, you two and your cheeky side," he said with a slight smirk. "Sure, I don't mind if you act like that sometimes, as long as you keep it within reasonable boundaries."

Arush unable to resist making a remark, spoke up. "You know,” he says teasingly, "I don't think you've ever figured out how to smile, have you?" He continues, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You're not smiling. You're smirking. And I'm completely unfamiliar with this intense aura of yours."

Siddhant responded with a hint of arrogance, his voice firm yet somewhat detached. "I never bothered to learn how to smile," he said in an aloof tone. "It's a waste of time. Besides, I derive pleasure from making others' smiles vanish. It's much more enjoyable that way."

The siblings felt a shiver run down their spines as they listened to their brother's cold and detached words. His statement was delivered with such a stoic sense of detachment that it sent a chill through them, leaving them feeling slightly unsettled by his uncaring demeanor.

Arush phone started ringing, abruptly interrupting the conversation. He quickly picked up the call, his demeanor shifting as he started engaged in a conversation. He stepped a little away from his siblings, speaking softly into the phone.

Arush's friend quickly informed him that his best friend had been involved in an accident. The message hung in the air for a moment, causing a wave of shock and concern to wash over him. He told about it to his siblings and went to hospital informing that they will get his presence tomorrow morning in Yaduvanshi Palace.

A servant approached the siblings, interrupting their thoughts. He announced in a formal tone, "Excuse me, elder master, and mistress. Dinner is now served. Your presence is required in the dining hall."

Arushi responded to the servant in a courteous manner. "We will be there shortly," they affirmed. 

They turned to their elder brother and urged him to join them for dinner. "Bhai ," the sister spoke up, her voice filled with anticipation, "do come join us for dinner. It would be our first dinner together. "

Siddhant shook his head, a hint of indifference in his expression. "I'm not really one for communal meals," he replied. "Plus, I'm often perceived as an allergen to those people," he added, his voice carrying a subtle hint of resignation. "It's simpler if I abstain from these occasions , you go and have delicious meals. "

Arushi hummed softly in acknowledgement of her elder brother's response, accepting his decision. With a mixture of disappointment and resignation, sge turned and walked away, leaving their brother to his own devices.

Arushi entered the dinner hall, finding the Yadavanshi family already gathered and having a meal in a somewhat quiet atmosphere. She took her seat amongst the family, adding her presence to the ongoing dinner without interrupting the silence.

The mother, noticing Siddhant's absence, spoke up, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Will Siddhant not come ?" she inquired, her eyes scanning the table as if expecting him to appear any moment.

She responded to her mother's question, her voices tinged with slight shuttering . "He was here a while ago," lied she . "He left to the room to receive some call."

"ohh it's fine...  "

After the Dinner

After the dinner,  Everyone went to their respective rooms with a grief in their heart.
Komali's gaze was fixed upon the stairs, her hope for the elder son's presence evident in her eyes. Anshul approached her with a gentle tone, asking, "Why are you still standing here, hoping he'll come?"

Komali turned to him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and resignation. "I guess I just can't help myself," she confessed, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I was hoping he'd join us for dinner. He had not eaten since he has arrived. "

Anshul nodded in agreement, acknowledging the truth in her words, he replied, his voice tinged with acceptance. "It's our actions and decisions that have led to his avoidance. We can't blame him for feeling distant when we've been the cause of it."

Komali turned to Anshul, a worried expression on her face. "Should I  asked him if he wanted to have his  dinner?" she inquired, her voice betraying a hint of regret.

Anshul responded to her question with a weary sigh. "No, you should not " he said somberly. "We've already caused him so much pain and discomfort. I doubt he would  appreciate us asking him for dinner. It's better to let one of the servants bring his meal to his room."

She hummed and went to their room with a heavy heart.

Other side

Mandita laid in bed, wrapped in Naitik's embrace. Her mind wandered as she thought about Siddhant, reminiscing about his transformation from a sweet, cute child to the distant and aloof devilish figure he had become. The contrast between his past innocence and his current demeanor weighed heavily on her heart, filling her with a mixture of nostalgia and pain.

Naitik, noticing Mandita's worry, gently spoke words of reassurance. "Don't stress too much," he said softly, trying to ease her troubled mind. "God is there to watch over everything. He will pave the way for our Siddhant to return to his former self. Everything will be alright soon. Have faith."

After mulling over Naitik's reassuring words, Mandita's thoughts shifted as a new question came to her mind. "Naitik," she began, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Where is our son, Akshay? He hasn't came home till now. "

Naitik responded to Mandita's question with a resigned sigh. "You know how our son is," he said, a mix of frustration and acceptance in his voice. "He's a party person, and he always comes back home either in the wee hours of the night or early in the morning. It's not unusual for him to stay out late but he never understand either. "

Mandita spoke with a determined tone, her voice filled with a mother's certainty. "I know that, too," she agreed. "He's our son, and I trust him. I believe he won't do anything harmful. He's just enjoying his youthful years, but he'll soon grow out of this phase. He'll become a responsible and mature man like you."

He replied with a sigh ' I hope so.. '

In the mid night ..

Siddhant sat in his room, deeply engrossed in his work on his laptop, his mind focused on the tasks at hand. The late night hours often saw him working diligently, undisturbed in his solitude. Suddenly, he faintly heard the muffled footsteps approaching his door. Thinking it was just someone passing by, likely headed downstairs, he dismissed the sound and continued working, refusing to be distracted.

The door opened with a sound and.
As Siddhant turned to see who was entering his room, expressionless aura registered on his face. The person standing at the open door held a handsome and youthful appearance, meanwhile for the person, there was a hint of shock in his expression at finding someone else in his room. Despite his attire, which suggested a worker, there was a business-like aura emanating from his face.

The stranger, after recovering from the initial surprise, reacted with a loud shout directed at Siddhant. "Hey, who the hell are you," he exclaimed, his voice filled with both astonishment and anger, "and how dare you enter my room?" The person's irritation was evident as he stood near the doorway, his question carrying a mix of bewildered surprise and indignant confrontation.

The stranger, irked by Siddhant's lack of reaction, approached him with a mix of frustration and determination. In a swift and frustrated motion, he forcefully snatched the laptop from Siddhant's grasp and hurled it against the corner with a loud crash. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room as the laptop was reduced to a pile of broken pieces.

Siddhant's face remained   expressionless, betraying no hint of shock or anger. He calmly met the stranger's gaze, his eyes unwavering, as if the broken laptop held no significance to him. With a steady voice, Siddhant finally spoke, a subtle hint of annoyance lacing his words. "Was that really necessary Akshay ?"

Akshay's eyes widened with surprise and bewilderment, his initial anger momentarily displaced by a hint of genuine curiosity. He stepped closer to Siddhant, studying him carefully, and posed a question with a mix of shock and disbelief. "Wait a moment," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulous surprise. "How do you know my name?"

" I know every possible thing about you...  Which nobody knows and here you are asking me how do I know your name ?" replied Siddhant while moving his chair.

The information Siddhant claimed to possess seemed to go beyond the boundaries of what anyone should know. Akshay's voice trembled slightly with a mixture of doubt and unease as he retorted, "But how can you possibly know everything about me, when we don't know each other neither met...? "

" Don't you watch newspapers or read articles etc? " asked Siddhant.

Hearing Siddhant's question, he paused for a moment, realization dawning upon his face. "Well, yeah, I do follow the news and read newspapers," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of self-consciousness. "Is that how you know about me? From the news and papers?"

Siddhant responded nonchalantly, his voice laced with a hint of condescension. "Nah, I don't give a damn about newspapers or television. If you think I'd bother to learn about you from those useless sources, you're sorely mistaken."

Akshay taken aback by Siddhant's dismissive response, retorted with a touch of incredulity. "But if not from newspapers or the news, then how do you know everything about me?" 

Siddhant, his voice dripping with a touch of arrogance, responded, "You don't know the extent of my power or the lengths I would go to get what I want." A hint of a smirk formed on his face, adding an air of confidence to his words. "I have the ability to cross boundaries and access information in ways you can't even imagine."

As Akshay listened to Siddhant's confident words, a strange electric sensation coursed through his body, leaving him both intrigued and slightly shaken. He paused for a moment, contemplating the question. "Wait, do I know you?" Akshay asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of hesitation and recognition.

" Don't you know your elder brother, SIDDHANT SINGH YADUVANSHI my baby cousin? "

Akshay's eyes widened in surprise as Siddhant casually named himself, his voice carrying a mix of shock and disbelief. "Wait a minute," Akshay exclaimed, a realization slowly dawning upon him. "Siddhant Singh Yaduvanshi, my elder brother and dear cousin?"

To be continued...

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