The day Meera was forced from the Ahir mansion, her children clung to her with tiny hands and tearful eyes. But fate is merciless, and the world beyond those iron gates would not allow them to remain together.
In the chaos that followed, the siblings were torn apart—each swept into the currents of strangers, guardians, and secret hands moving behind the veil of power.
Aarav, the eldest, found himself in the care of a retired military officer. Stern discipline shaped his days. The sound of drills, the weight of weapons, and the rhythm of tactical orders became his language. He grew into a young warrior with unshakable resolve, each sunrise reminding him of the siblings he swore to protect.
Riya, the second, was taken in by a renowned doctor couple. The sterile halls of hospitals became her second home. She learned the language of medicine—every wound, every heartbeat teaching her that healing was as much a weapon as any blade. She carried her mother's gentleness, but beneath it burned a fierce will: one day, she would heal the scars of her broken family.
Ishaan, the third, was chosen by a judge known for his unyielding sense of justice. Books of law and towering courtrooms became his battlegrounds. Each verdict etched into his heart the lesson of truth, fairness, and the dangers of silence. Yet even as he studied cases, his thoughts often drifted back to the siblings he could not save.
Kavya, the fourth, was drawn into the world of business and strategy under a powerful industrialist. She learned to read markets the way others read people, turning calculations into weapons sharper than swords. But her heart remained loyal only to her mother and unborn brother, whom she swore to reclaim, no matter what empire she built.
Aryan, the youngest of the separated five, was taken under the wing of a master in arts and literature. He discovered the power of words, of stories that could sway hearts and inspire nations. Yet, behind every poem, behind every melody, there was always one silent refrain—his longing to reunite with the family fate had stolen from him.
Though distance and fate had scattered them, a single vow lived in each of their hearts.
On quiet nights, when no one watched, each sibling would whisper into the darkness:
"One day, we will find Mother again. One day, we will meet the brother she carried within her womb. And on that day, our family will be whole."
It was a vow unbroken by distance, a bond uncut by fate.
And so, as Meera endured her trials in exile, and as Raghav lay silent in a coma, the children of the Ahir bloodline were being forged into warriors, healers, judges, leaders, and visionaries.
They did not know it yet, but each path was a stepping stone, preparing them for the day they would stand beside their unborn brother—Mukul—the child of destiny.