Blurb/Introduction:
"When a boy carrying generations of pride and discipline steps from Lucknow to the ghats of Banaras, he brings with him more than just a soldier's dream he brings a legacy written in courage and sacrifice.
And when a girl, calm as the Ganga and fierce as its waves, crosses his path, the silence between them begins to hum with something unspoken.
He was bound by duty.
She was shaped by devotion.
Between temple bells and farewell salutes, between prayers and promises, unfolds a story not of possession but of surrender.
"Shiv Sakti" a journey where love learns to bow, and devotion learns to bloom."
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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION
" खुद से गिर कर उठना सीखा,
रोककर आँसुओं को पोछना सीखा,
रोज़ टूटकर भी मुस्कुराना सीखा,
बस यूँ ही सब खुद संभालना सीखा।"
Isha Vyās — a thirteen-year-old girl, heart full of softness and warmth.
A girl with innocence, craving for comfort, for someone to hold her.
The elder daughter of a middle-class family, born between the ghats of Banaras
carrying her family's expectations with quiet grace.
She loved her family deeply, wanted everyone to smile, to see everyone's dreams fulfilled
yet somewhere deep inside, she longed for peace.
For her, every boy was the same.
She kept her distance maybe because no one ever truly understood her.
Her face, radiant like the moonlight calm, peaceful, serene like a jasmine.
Her soft brown eyes, blooming like lotuses,gave her an ethereal look.
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"हर वो चीज़ मिली,
प्यार, अपनापन पर
ना जाने क्यों है खालीपन।
आँखों में सपने,
कुछ करने का जज़्बा,
बस यही कहीं बसी थी उसकी दुनिया।"
Shivansh Atri — an 18-year-old boy carrying the legacy of service in his blood.
His only aspiration was to serve his people.
For him, duty and discipline weren't choices they were devotion.
The elder son of a family steeped in army tradition,
he grew up surrounded by love, warmth, and respect.
Yet when in uniform, he wore calm and discipline like armour.
He always believed he didn't choose the uniform
the uniform chose him.
Gratitude ran deep in his veins
to be a part of something greater than himself.
His amber eyes gleamed with purpose,
a quiet spark that held both fire and faith.
And when the sunlight kissed his face,
he looked like a golden glow
steady, sacred, and alive.
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