Author’s Note

Hey dear readers,

Before you dive into this short prologue, I just want to share a little something. English is not my first language, so you might come across a few mistakes here and there. I’m always learning, and I truly appreciate your patience and understanding.

Also, this story is purely fictional. The characters, events, and settings come from my imagination, so don’t take anything too seriously. It’s all meant for entertainment, and I hope you enjoy the journey as much as I enjoyed creating it.

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[Pallavi]

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The scene depicts the soothing breeze of evening gently swaying through the fragrant streets of Banaras, flowers shining amidst the little girls who were busy in braiding each other's hair, decorating it with marigold and roses, incense sticks working as sacred perfume to all the devotees lining up to "Kashi Vishwanath temple" with their families and prayers for Devo ke Dev "Bholenath," patiently waiting for their turn.

Ganga Ghat is decorated with thousands of golden ignitions of flame and diyas—the crowd joined hands and closed their eyes, their lips syncing with mantras, igniting positive energy in them. Soon the twilight will cover itself beneath the quilt, allowing the stars to accompany the shine of bright.

Adored by Poets

Compared By Lovers

And criticized by Broken

Purnima [Full Moon]

Devangas—The prestigious name in the field of Indian weaving, the art of creating something unique—the legacy of love for threads and embroidery presented itself in the auspicious Ganga Aarti.

Not because they're well-known and respected but also down-to-earth with a soft heart of kindness, knowledge, and proclamation of their words that touches more expense of their own blood

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Akshat And Kiansh flapped a silk shawl around the shivering old man, who was disowned by his own children, the one this old person nourished with his hard work and sacrifices of those of his childhood dreams.

He weaved them to best only to become a stranger to one he cradled near his heart to his soul.

Akshat's jaw tightened only if he wanted to break that face of those children who dared to disown their own parents.

"If you try to break someone in the crowd, then it might cause you trouble.

"Kiansh whispered a warning while carefully treating the wounds of the old person, not wanting it to brush roughly; his eyes solely focused on him with a neutral facial expression.

"So you're suggesting me—not to teach them a lesson."

" Akshat asked as his anger fueled at the pinnacle; all he wanted was to lash out on the person to soothe his tense muscles, beating the soul out of the person.

"I never said not to take action—I never recalled my words suggesting backing off.

"Kiansh glanced at his brother with a nod of his head; his brother always wanted to mend or break anyone in split without thinking a second, only to end up in different difficulties. He may be his older brother, but the brain of calmness is achieved by Kiansh.

Akshat sighed—acknowledging his mistake of fast decision-making, shoving his anger aside, he sat with crossed legs beside Kiansh, helping other people who were in need of warm clothes, maybe a warm embrace.

The old man was brown, thin, and bald with injuries on his shoulder—witness to his mistreatment by his own children—Kiansh plated silver plates with different cruisins for him.

The old man flashed an unknowingly beautiful smile, making Kiansh's body positive with energy, making him happy, not knowing why.

Maybe because he's doing some great work for someone who's in need. Or maybe God is looking at him. Maybe a human inside him appreciating him for his good deeds.

Soon the old man finished plated dishes messily—but Kiansh, being humble, helped him to wash his hands and wiped his mouth.

"Aapka naam kya hai, Baba?"

[What is your name?]

Kiansh asked his voice carrying hint of concern at state of old man before they found them, in dirt—dust and wounds. He wanted to help him, The person infront of him surely in pain.

The Old man infront of him passed a smile, simple yet divine for some reasons—so unreadable, magically unrealistic. Kiansh couldn't help but wonder if he's detailing deep or maybe the old man is a mystery.

"Tum hame kisi bhi naam se pukar lo, Vahi Hamara naam hai—Ardhangini ke liye hum Kamal Nayan apni gopiyo ke liye madhav aur Vipada ko hal krte samay Vishnu ban jate hai"

[You call me by any name, my name is there - I am Kamal Nayan for wife, Madhav for my young girl and Vishnu while solving the problem]

A breeze of evening swayed between them pulling a magnetic divine force.

Kiansh smiled as he pushed his hair back that disturbed his attention.

"Kitne naam hai aapke?"

Kiansh asked being curious about the old man with divine expression on his face, even though he's injured his aura states else wise.

"1,008"

The old man answered with a dimple smile making Kiansh confused he was feeling the rapid flow of energy but couldn't figure out why! He's in rest position sitting and having words with this old man who claim that he have 1008 names.

"Hmm—"

"Kiansh!!!!—Again you doze in sleep"

Kiansh eyes snapped open as he jerked off from chair by Akshat looking concerned for him. Kiansh looked at him confused and blank not able to recognise between dream and reality.

"You slept again!"

Akshat repeated as he sat beside him with arms crossed over his chest looking at him sternly.

"I was tired"

Kiansh defended himself knowing what are the next words of his brother.

"You look more like a Lovesick"

Akshat said nonchalantly

"Pehli jhalak ko mohabbat ka naam dena anyay hai, bhai"

Kiansh replied with soft hum of his breath, somehow he agree that he's attracted or was smitten maybe fell.

"Phir uska sapna dekha"

"Nahi"

"Phir?"

"Don't know—it was dream that made me confused"   Kiansh replied taking a deep breath although he didn't dream her again but this new glimpse added more confusion in his heart.

"I will get some fresh air"

Kiansh excused himself–slipping in slippers, he walked outside at terrace.

Most solitude therapy for his brain

(A/N:- For us)

Taking a deep breath he let the breeze brush against his face letting air play with his silky hair, messing it with tassels—silhouette of his built body forming, the body who built while learning weaving, mending and shifting heavy machines and miles of cycling for best fabric.

A soft hum left from his lips

"You're messing with my mind"

His inner words chuckled softly without any doubt

[Play, song :- Kabira]



My eyes fell on the gradient of orange hues like soft blush sprinkled on dark blue with pearly whites stars, that shone differently today...Maybe I'm watching them with different aspects today.

"She said so, She said she loves stars"

My inner voice repeated her words Without Hesitation knowing that no one is here to judge him to halt him, only he do is to make me more agree and vulnerable about I bow infront of my soul voice now a days.

"Saayad Pehli Nigahe he hame ustad se Gulam bana gyi"

"Maybe the first glance turned me from master to slave"

I whispered to myself, maybe her one glimpse was enough to made this Kiansh to Kavish perhaps funny that how I fell in love with first sight.

Always in story a novel I read about girl falling in love first before male, maybe I saw her differently than she glanced me.

I fell first? Is it Bad?

But who cares when she's the one, I fell for

An known sigh left from my lips wasn't much sad wasn't much odd.

"Yaha hum fakir ke tarah un par aapni preet ke sabd likhte gye aur vo hawa ki tarah hame bhul kar kahi aur ojhal ho gyi"

[Here, like beggars, I kept writing words of our love on her and like the wind, she forgot me and disappeared somewhere else]

Always a beautiful imagination a delusion have to broke it's shell of happiness. I comforted myself knowing it was just a glimpse and not all the glimpse were ment to be together.

A light amidst the crowd waved away like shell in ocean, deep beneath somewhere I don't know, somewhere my map didn't located her eyes .

But the way she imprinted her presence on me was so beautiful.

"Vo chand si—nahi nahi—Vo phool si, nahi—Vo uss Noor ke Jharne ke tarah mere samne aayi jaise pyasa bhatak kar uss jheel ke pass pahuch jaye jo kabhi uske liye tha par uska nhi tha"

[“She is like the moon—not like that—she is like a flower, not like that—she appeared in front of me like the flow of  water, like a thirsty wanderer approaching a lake that had never been there for him.”]

God: I'm so stupid now!

Letting go is the most beautiful step of Love! I can't it hurts here direct at my heart!! I have to became I'm not for her!!! Or maybe I didn't tried.

Whosoever fell first suffers timeless without expressing how much they are Insecure about themselves! Alash on me! I failed her

A laugh escaped from my lips, In Chapters of love I learned the art of suffering the art of creating smile even my cried but eyes stubborn to shed tears .

My stubborn eyes filled with warm eyes, I can't cry I ain't weak for it! Man are prohibited to cry! To shed these tears"

"Shadi Mubarak, Keshika aapne toh hamare saath aisa sila kiya jaisa koi apne dushman ke saath na kre"

[Happy marriage, Keshika, you have treated me like no one does with their enemy]

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He broke down in tears remembering those beautiful moments of theirs from university to union to shattered.

She knew.

He didn’t.

He had never known how much she had loved him back, how much she still did. How life, with all its cruel hands, had pulled her away, left her bound to paths she never chose. She had played her part, let him believe she was faithless, because it was easier than explaining what words never could.

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Don't worry guys this small prologue is the start of writing and combined with different scenes of different times, And When I said that I will give this Book a happy Ending so I will!!!

Upcoming Ist Chapter:- Sunday 23 Feb

A long chapter ahead please

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