As Aviyukta stood on the threshold of Yakas Villa ,she was welcomed by her so called family. She walked inside, old memories rushed towards her. With every step her memories rushed.

In hall , there was him , RAVINDAR YAKAS , her grandfather and beside him stood PRIYA RAVINDRA YAKAS slad in rich silk and her grey silky hair tied in a bun adored by a gajra.

AVIYUKTA

All the members were seated . It was a family meeting. Know I know why I had been called. My eyes meet a familiar face which my heart remember as my father Mr ATHARVA YAKAS. He smiled at me . The smile was barely visible.

My thoughts were broken by the high pitched annoying voice of my so called chachi , Mrs Sangeetha Sanjay Yakas. " Papa ji , why is she here? This is a family member right? She broke all her ties when ..."

"Aviyukta is this family's first born , she is the most important person to be present " she was shut down by a cold and stern voice . His voice cutting through her words. The whole room went silent. The silence was crushing many of them . Sangeetha went pale. She new what she had woken up . It was AADARSH SINGH RATHORE, the king of Jaipur. Already seated like he owned that place.

"Sangeetha she has all the rights to be here. No further argument." Priya said glaring at her daughter in law.

I moved toward Aadarsh and glared at him . He looked at me and smile most fake smile . It was more of a smirk .

Hey Mr I will handle all, muje yaha kyuun bulaya . Elaborate please

He started at me but answered nothing and turned back into his phone. I snatched away his phone.

I know I am going to die for this but still , " don't glare at me . You are the one who called me and because of you I had come all this way . Stop glaring or I will snatch away those eyes.

" We are here to discuss the will. " Dadu said . I think he heard me. No not again . It will be a great family drama . Chachi trying her best to prove that I am not this family , bua trying to include me and my so called father will sit there silently. I very well know that this house will be in my name or going to be.

"Before anything I don't want anything of this family. I have build my own career. I don't need any of your anything . And just don't start it again . " Explaining that I stood up and started to walk away

Evryone looked stunned . Suddenly I was stopped by father , " Avi .. Aviyukta you will be handed what ever is yours . You have the right to these and if you don't want it you can donate it to any charity." He said looking into my eyes . Something flickered in his eyes, yes fatherhood.

"And one more , I have cleaned your room, no need to live in a hotel when you have a house. This is a request." His words stern but it had a warmth that can't be described. I headed to my room

the servent opened the door . She stepped inside. The walls were adorned with photographs—memories of her childhood, captured moments frozen in time. Each frame told a story, and each story whispered secrets she had long burried.Those were of time when we were a very happy family. Everything shattered. Tears pilled up in my eyes. Memories dragging me to the past that I burried do not want to remember. You have survived all of this alone Avi, you are strong.

After unpacking my bag , I went to my balcony. It was my favourite place . I used to sit here whenever I was upset. The cool breeze touched my skin . It was refreshing, soothing.

I felt a knock on my door. I opened and was surprised to see my cousin . They were jumping out of excitement.“Avi di ! We thought we might never see you again!” Dhanvika exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. She embraced her. The warmth making both of them nostalgic. Aviyukta asked, breaking free from her cousins tight grasp. "How are you guys?".

“Yes, yes! Everyone is fine,” she said, stepping forward. “It’s just that… well, we missed you a lot ." Time went by as they dived into their childhood. Blurting out stories, incidents, embarrassed moments. Smiling and laughing at eachother.

The walls were adorned with photographs—memories of her childhood, captured moments frozen in time. Each frame told a story, and each story whispered secrets she had long burried.

NIGHT TIME

After completing some of my work . I shut by laptop and decided to go down I the kitchen. There she saw her bua ,Mrs VARSHA SINGH RATHORE, the mother queen of Jaipur making tea. When she saw me she embraced me in her hug . She was always like a motherly figure to me.

“I’ll help,” Aviyukta replied instinctively, moving towards the kitchen. The familiar sounds of boiling water and clinking cups soothed her. As she prepared the chai, her mind wandered to the last time she had stood in this kitchen—her father, laughing as he narrated stories of his own youth, her mother chiming in with playful banter. The memories were bittersweet, tinged with the sadness of loss and the joy of youth.

“Here you go,” she said, pouring steaming cups for everyone.

"Maharani ji aaj apaka man kese laga cahi banake liye? I playfully said to her . She stared at me . Hey mahrani ki bacchi chup kar . Mein maharani se pehle teri bua hu . Is ghar ki beti . Samaj mein ayyi ya aur batau. "

"Are ye to gussa ho gayi . I was just kidding bua. "

"Avi, tumne bhai se bat ki . "She asked her voice filled with concern .

"Nahi " I replied without looking at her.

"Tume unse jaldi se jaldi bolna chahiye. I know ki tum unko maaf nahi kar paoge par.. "

"I will talk to him . You should stop worrying about it. You relax."

“ He’s been talking about you a lot lately. It’s like he needs to reconcile with the past before it’s too late.” She replied

Aviyukta felt a knot form in her stomach. “Reconcile? He never wanted anything to do with me after I left.”

She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “He regrets how things ended. He wants to talk, to make amends. But he’s scared, Avi. He needs you.”

The weight of their words hung in the air like a dense fog, and Aviyukta’s heart raced with a mixture of dread and longing. Could she face her father after all these years? Would he even want her to? The thought of her father needing her ignited a flicker of hope.

“I’ll talk to him,” she finally said, her voice firmer than she felt. “When can I see him?”

"He would be present in his study you can meet him there but first ,drink your tea before it cools down "

As they continued to sip their chai, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—old family tales and shared laughter—but Aviyukta’s mind remained preoccupied.

In study

She found her father there doing some work. Whe he noticed her presence he removed his glasses and looked at her and said." I know you would come here. "

I am sorry for everything. I know you will be never able to forgive me . I still regret every doings of me . Now I just want you at least accept me . His voice cracked with each word.

I will never be able to forgive you. But you never failed as a father . By that I mean by responsibility. You took care of my every requirement and even loved me . I am very thankful for that. And one more thing it's not on me to forgive you . You should ask it to some one else.

By saying this I walked away to my room.The night dragged on, her thoughts racing like wild horses, caught between the comfort of family and the looming confrontation with her father.Later that night, as she lay in her room she gazed at the ceiling, her mind swirling with memories and fears.