✨Wait is Over!✨
The first chapter of Forbidden Love: Devotion of Innocent Hearts is here! 💖
Step into a world where hearts are innocent, love is forbidden, and every glance holds a secret. Are you ready to see their story unfold?
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Morning unfolded gently over Banaras as the Ganga Aarti began. The river glowed with floating diyas, bells echoed through the mist, and prayers rose with the incense into the pale sky. In that sacred stillness—between chants and flowing water—two innocent hearts stood unaware, about to cross a line destiny would call forbidden.
Kashvi Mishra was getting ready for school in her room. It was her last day—the final morning she would wear that uniform, step into those familiar corridors. After getting ready, she helped her younger brother with his things, tying loose ends the way she always did.
Downstairs, the house was alive with routine. In the kitchen, her mother was preparing breakfast, while in the hall her father sat quietly, reading the newspaper.
“Kashvi… aahan, jaldi neeche aao. Breakfast ready hai, late ho jayega!” her mother called out.
Hearing this, both Kashvi and her brother came downstairs, went to the dining table, and began eating. The morning passed in soft clinks of plates and half-finished conversations. After some time, they finished their breakfast.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed from outside,
“Kashvi! Jaldi aa, late ho jayega!”
It was none other than her best friend, Saanvi.
“Arey beta, andar aao,” Kashvi’s mother said warmly. Saanvi stepped inside, smiling.
“Breakfast kiya hai na?” her mother asked.
“Haan aunty,” Saanvi replied.
Just then Kashvi appeared, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
“Theek hai mummy, hum chalte hain. Bye.”
Her mother nodded, a gentle concern in her eyes.
“Theek hai… sambhal kar jana dono.”
From there, both of them left for their school together. The familiar road felt different that day, as if every turn was trying to stay in memory. Laughter came easily, but somewhere between their steps, silence followed.
After reaching school, they went straight to collect their certificates. The corridors they had grown up in now felt strangely distant. It was their last day—their final goodbye to the place that had shaped them.
Kashvi’s and saanvi's father had been transferred. The decision was sudden, unavoidable. By evening, they would be leaving Banaras.
They were shifting to Delhi.
After collecting their certificates, they went to their classroom and attended the classes for the last time. The blackboard looked the same, the benches felt familiar, yet everything carried the weight of an ending. Every lecture sounded distant, as if her heart was already somewhere else.
By the end of the school day, Kashvi met everyone—teachers who had guided her, friends who had grown with her, classmates who had shared laughter, notes, and secrets. Smiles were exchanged, promises were made to stay in touch, and goodbyes were spoken softly, hiding the ache beneath them.
When the final bell rang, she walked out of the school gates one last time. Without looking back, Kashvi and Saanvi left for their house—carrying memories they didn’t yet know would haunt them in the quiet days ahead.
After reaching home, Kashvi went inside her house, while Saanvi walked a few steps ahead to hers. Their houses stood beside each other, close enough to hear laughter—and sometimes, silence.
Saanvi lived with her grandparents and her father. Her mother had died soon after the delivery of her younger brother, Shivaya. Loss had entered her life early, settling quietly into her childhood. She rarely spoke about it, but the absence lived in her eyes.
As Kashvi stepped into her home and Saanvi into hers.
After getting fresh, Kashvi went to her mother and softly said that she was going to Saanvi’s house. Her mother looked at her for a moment, understanding more than Kashvi could say, and nodded gently.
“Jao beta,” she replied, her voice calm yet heavy and kashvi left from their.
Kashvi entered Saanvi’s house. In the hall, her grandparents were sitting together, lost in conversation. Seeing her, they smiled warmly.
“Kashvi beta, aao,” they said.
“Haan dadi… kaisi ho aap? Aap dono ki tabiyat theek hai na?” Kashvi asked, concern slipping out naturally.
“Haan haan, hum dono theek hain. Aur yeh kya—ghar aate hi sawaal shuru,” dadi laughed. “Tu aur Saanvi bilkul ek jaisi ho.”
Kashvi giggled softly. “Saanvi kidhar hai?”
“Upar, apne room mein,” they replied.
“Theek hai, jaati hoon uske paas,” Kashvi said, heading upstairs.
She entered Saanvi’s room and saw her sitting quietly in the balcony, staring outside. Kashvi walked over and sat beside her.
“Kya soch rahi hai?” she asked gently.
Saanvi looked at her and sighed. “Hum phir ja rahe hain… iss shehar ko chhod kar. Kitni yaadein hain yahan. Kitne ache moments.”
“Woh toh hai,” Kashvi smiled faintly. “Humari dosti ki shuruaat bhi yahin se hui thi.”
Both of them smiled—soft, knowing smiles.
“Chal chhod,” Saanvi said after a moment. “Naye shehar ja rahe hain. Nayi jagah, nayi yaadein.”
“Aur nahi toh kya,” Kashvi replied.
They sat there quietly. Kashvi rested her head on Saanvi’s shoulder. After a few moments, she spoke again, almost to herself.
“Unhe bhi pehli baar isi shehar mein dekha tha.”
Saanvi looked at her. “Tu abhi bhi unke baare mein sochti hai… yaad karti hai?”
Kashvi smiled sadly. “Usme sochna aur yaad kya karna… aadat ko koi bhool sakta hai bhala?”
Saanvi chuckled softly. “Iss maamle mein toh main tujhse kabhi jeet hi nahi sakti.”
Kashvi smiled back.
Saanvi knew her friend too well. She changed the topic gently.
“Chal, yeh sab chhod. Packing kar li tune?”
“Haan.”
“Toh chal, meri help kar phir.”
Both of them stood up together.
Both Kashvi’s and Saanvi’s fathers were government employees, and both had been transferred to the same place.
They were moving tomorrow—together, yet unknowingly, closer to a fate neither of them could imagine.
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At Rosewood Valley School, Delhi, the classrooms were filled with low murmurs and drifting attention as students listened to their lessons. After some time, the bell rang sharply. The teacher walked out, and a few students followed, eager for the break.
Still standing inside the classroom was Ishvik, leaning casually near a desk—his eyes fixed on Aarohi. A teasing smile crept onto his face as he walked toward her.
“Aur ziddi aafat, kya haal-chaal? Itne dino se school nahi aayi?” he asked, clearly enjoying himself.
Aarohi looked at him, unimpressed.
“Tujhse matlab? Aur tujhe koi kaam-waam nahi hai jo muh utha ke aa jata hai?”
“Main toh bas puchne aaya tha,” Ishvik replied dramatically. “Lekin khair, bhalai ka toh zamana hi nahi raha.”
“Ja na,” Aarohi snapped. “Aaya bada puchne wala. Chal, thoda side hatt.”
Ishvik smirked. “Khud hatt ke… aur chale jaa.”
“Hatt, bewakoof bandar kahin ka,” Aarohi muttered, lightly pushing him aside before walking out of the classroom.
Ishvik stood there, frozen for a second—then grinning.
From a distance, Netrabhan and Eshaan walked toward him. The moment Ishvik saw them, he suddenly hugged both of them.
“Dekha tum dono ne? Usne mujhe touch kiya!” he announced proudly.
Both of them immediately pushed him away.
“Abey pagal aadmi,” Eshaan said. “Woh tujhe push karke gayi hai, aur tu bol raha hai touch kiya!”
Netrabhan shook his head. “Woh galat nahi kehti—tu ek number ka bewakoof aur pagal hai.”
“Jao jao,” Ishvik replied smugly. “Mujhe pata hai tum dono mujhse jal rahe ho.”
“Tujhse? Woh bhi hum?” both of them said together.
“Achha theek hai, chhod,” Ishvik laughed. “Chal, bahar chalte hain.”
And with that, the three of them walked out—
unaware that somewhere in the same city, new lives were settling in… and destinies were quietly moving closer.
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In the morning, both Kashvi’s and Saanvi’s families were ready to leave. Suitcases stood near the door, rooms looked unfamiliar without their warmth.
Before stepping out, they paused—taking one last look at their houses, the walls that had witnessed laughter, tears, and growing years.
Nothing was said, yet everything was felt.
Soon, they locked the doors and left together, hearts heavy but hopeful, heading toward the railway station—toward Delhi.
Behind them, the houses stood quietly, holding on to memories that would never move… even when they did.
Everyone reached the railway station, and after some time the train arrived. One by one, they boarded and settled into their seats. The journey began quietly. Kashvi and Saanvi were sitting together, while their families occupied the seats just behind them.
Kashvi sat near the window, staring outside as the platform slowly moved away. Her reflection in the glass looked distant—lost in thoughts she couldn’t name.
“Kashvi…” Saanvi called her.
No response.
“Kashvi!” she called again.
This time Kashvi turned toward her. Saanvi froze when she saw the tears in her eyes. She gently cupped Kashvi’s face.
“Kashvi, kya hua? Tu ro kyun rahi hai?”
“Nahi toh… main kahan ro rahi hoon,”
Kashvi replied, trying to smile.
“Ab tu mujhse jhooth bolegi?” Saanvi said softly.
Kashvi hugged her tightly.
“Mujhe nahi pata main kyun ro rahi hoon. Bas… bohot rona aa raha hai.”
Saanvi hugged her back.
“Tu ro mat, theek hai na?” she said, then added gently, “Sach bata… tu unke baare mein hi soch rahi thi na? Bata.”
“Kuch bhi,” Kashvi said, pulling back. “Aur waise bhi mere sochne se kya hi hoga? Na mujhe unka naam pata hai, na kuch aur. Chal chhod yeh sab.”
“Kab tak?” Saanvi asked.
“Huhh?”
“Kab tak sochegi uske baare mein? Jab kuch pata hi nahi hai… kab tak?”
Kashvi looked back out of the window.
“Pata nahi,” she whispered. “Lekin agar kismat mein hoga, toh hum phir se zaroor milenge.”
She forced a small smile. “Chal, yeh sab chhod. Khana khate hain.”
Saanvi said nothing. She knew Kashvi was avoiding the topic.
Hours passed, tracks changed, cities blurred—and finally, the train slowed.
They had arrived at Delhi Station.
The moment Kashvi stepped out of the train, her heart began to beat loudly—too loudly, too fastly. She paused for a second, placing her hand on her chest.
Yeh kya ho raha hai? she thought.
Mera dil itni zor se kyun dhadak raha hai?
She tried to calm herself, but the feeling refused to fade. It was strange, unfamiliar… as if her heart had sensed something before her mind could understand it.
At the same time, miles away in the same city, Netrabhan sat in his room, studying quietly. Suddenly, his heartbeat raced without reason. He frowned, pressing the book shut.
“Yeh ajeeb sa kyun lag raha hai…” he muttered to himself.
Something stirred within him—an unexplainable pull—but like Kashvi, he couldn’t understand it.
Back at the station, Kashvi brushed the thought aside. Soon, all the family members gathered, luggage loaded, and they sat inside the cab. As the car moved toward their apartment, Kashvi looked out at the unfamiliar roads of Delhi.
The city felt new.
But her heart felt like it had already begun remembering something yet to happen.
A new city welcomed them, unaware of the hearts it was about to entangle.
Because some loves don’t begin with meetings… they begin with feelings.✨
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