AT Singhania Mansion:

Back at the Singhania Mansion, the house was buzzing with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation.

Deepika, Siddhartha’s mother, was practically running around in a frenzy.

"Where is everyone? My son is coming back from Russia today!

After five years!" she exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing through the expansive mansion as she searched for her family.

"Ritik! Ritika! Wake up, you idiots! Your brother is coming back today!"

she shouted again, her heart racing as the moment she had been waiting for so long was finally drawing near.

“Mr. Singhania, where are you?” she called out to her husband, her eyes wide with emotion. "My baby, my Shubhu, is coming back today!"

Ritik, who had been calmly reading in the living room, raised his head and let out a deep sigh, cutting through his mother’s panicked words.

“Mom, calm down. We’re all excited to see him, too. But you need to relax.”

She ignored him, continuing to pace. "Calm down? Calm down? How can I?

He's my little boy. He’s coming back after five years! My little Shubhu"

Deepika’s voice cracked, filled with emotion as she spoke of her son, the boy she had raised, the boy she had loved and feared for over the years.

"And now," she continued with a tender smile, “he’s Siddhartha Singhania, all grown up, with those cold eyes that scare everyone.”

She let out a laugh, her face softening, but there was a deep ache in her words that couldn’t be ignored.

Ritika came down the stairs, dressed in a beautiful short white floral dress, her grace and elegance shining through despite the chaos around her.

“Maa,” she said with a calm but excited smile, “Bhaiya’s plane has landed about an hour before. He should be here soon..

But the words barely had time to settle before Deepika’s face grew pale.
Her eyes filled with sudden fear.

"What if something happens to my children? What if something goes wrong?"

she gasped, her voice filled with the panic that only a mother could understand.

She clutched her chest, the thought of losing her children overwhelming her.

Her mind raced as her heart skipped beats. "I can’t lose them. I can’t lose them now."

Ritik, ever the pillar of support, stepped forward.

“Mom, stop! Everything is going to be fine,” he said, his voice strong, trying to ground her in the present. “Bhaiya will be here any minute now.”

The sound of luxury cars pulling into the driveway echoed through the mansion, filling the house with the unmistakable noise of arrival.

The moment the engine stopped, everyone rushed to the front gate, eager to see the return of the two men who had been away for so long.

Aarav and Siddhartha stepped out of the sleek black cars, both looking as cold and unapproachable as ever.

But as Deepika’s eyes fell upon them, a rush of emotion overcame her. Tears filled her eyes, and in one swift motion, she rushed forward, her arms open wide.

She enveloped both of them in a tight, fierce hug, as if holding them would somehow erase the years that had passed. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, her heart aching with a mix of joy and relief that her children were finally home.

Aarav and Siddhartha, though typically cold and composed, allowed themselves a moment of vulnerability. The walls they had carefully built around themselves seemed to crack just slightly. Despite their emotional reserve, they reciprocated the hug, patting her back gently.

Siddhartha says “maa” … Her voice trembled as she looked up at them. "Hayee!" she cried, her voice a mixture of relief and sorrow. “For this moment, I’ve waited for five years. What if something had happened to me, and I never saw you again……

Before she could finish the sentence, Siddhartha placed his hand gently over her mouth, his voice quiet but firm. "Stop it, Mom," he said, his tone unusually soft. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I’m back. I’m here now, and nothing will ever take me away from you."

His cold, stoiceyes softened with the words, and for a brief moment, tears glistened in them, though he refused to let them fall.

He kissed the top of her head, his emotions swirling beneath the surface, but he remained composed, unwilling to show the depth of his feelings.

Ritik and Ritika rushed forward, wrapping their arms around Siddhartha in a tight embrace. “Bhaiya!” they cried together, their voices filled with joy and relief.

Siddhartha’s heart softened at the sight of his younger siblings. Despite everything despite his usual detachment, despite his cold, commanding presence he was still their brother.

The same brother who had been their protector, their role model. He pulled them close, patting their backs with affection.

“How are your studies going, my little troublemakers?” he asked with a teasing smile, his voice light but carrying a deep fondness for the siblings he adored.
Ritika smiled brightly. “Yeah, Bhaiya. Everything’s going well!”

Siddhartha smiled back, his gaze softening further. "Good. Stay out of trouble, alright?" His voice was still commanding, but there was love in every word, a reminder that, despite his cold demeanour, his family was everything to him.

And in that moment, the Singhania mansion was alive again not just with the return of Siddhartha and Aarav, but with the love of a family that had weathered the years apart and was finally, once more, united.

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Vikram, Siddhartha's father, confidently stepped out of the mansion with an air of superiority, expecting his son to greet him with affection.

Without any hesitation, he reached out, aiming to pull Siddhartha into an embrace.

But Siddhartha, standing his ground, glared at his father with eyes full of disdain and a storm of emotions, his voice sharp and unwavering as he coldly commanded, "Don’t you dare come near me, Mr. Vikram otherwise ill not bother to thought you are my biological dad and ill hole your head with my bullet in seconds " The venom in his words was unmistakable, cutting through the air ….

Vikram, however, was undeterred by his son’s hostility. He chuckled, his tone dripping with arrogance and condescension, and replied, “You fool! It was just a little mistake, nothing more. You’re still my son, no matter what happened."

The casual way he dismissed the gravity of the situation only fuelled Siddhartha’s anger, and it was evident that nothing about this was "just a little mistake" in his eyes.

( Author chukled  "Ab sochtae raho, itna jaldi reveal nahi karungi.")

But Siddhartha’s fury was uncontrollable now, and his words came out in a roar, thick with the years of pain and betrayal he had suffered.

“A little mistake?! Because of your ‘little mistake,’ I—” His voice trembled with rage as he struggled to keep his emotions in check, the weight of everything he had endured threatening to break free.

Sensing the escalating tension, Deepika rushed to Siddhartha’s side, her hands gently wrapping around his to calm him down.

"Shubhu, calm down, baby," she whispered softly, her voice filled with tenderness as she tried to soothe his fury. "Please, forgive him. It’s already been ten years. Don’t let this ruin today.

" Her words, though filled with love, didn’t seem to make the slightest dent in Siddhartha’s storm of emotions” he answers maa not in this life ill forget that……

. And Mr. Singhania," Deepika's voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unwavering,

"I suggest you stay locked in your room for the next few days and keep out of Shubhu's sight. If you dare to cross his path while he’s in this state, you’ll regret it.

If he loses his temper, there Swill be consequences you won’t be able to handle. Trust me, it will be a problem, and you won’t want to see how far it can go. So for your own safety……..

Thankyouuu loviessss this chapter is a SHORT IK … enjoy itttt…

Your beloved

AUTHOR …😭💋