Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1)

Saw Her for the First Time

Pravi POV

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Hello everyone, I am Pravi Basu. I am 8 years old. I have just completed my 4th standard final Exams. And this is my story. So, welcome everyone. I stay in London.

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Late Night

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I heard the crying sound of someone. I looked near my bed, my both brothers were sleeping peacefully or say ‘godhe bech kr soye the’. I walked out of the room and found my Shravya Mama crying & Aarav daddy was trying to console her. (Aarav Basu & Shravya Basu are not my parents. But they are more than to me.) Even my parents look sad.

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‘What’s happening here?’ I thought and finally reached near them. They were so engrossed in their pain that they didn’t realize my presence over there.

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“I want to go to India.”, Shravya Mama cried more while saying this.

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“Sure. Just pack your bags. We are leaving immediately.”, Aarav daddy said in return. I pulled my mother’s cloth to gain her attention. Finally, she saw me.

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“Pravi, sweetheart. Why are you here?”, She asked. I can see even she was crying. But why everyone is crying here?

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“What happened, Mama? Is everything all right?”, I asked on which she nodded and hugged me so she can cry without letting me know. After half an hour, Shravya Mama, Aarav daddy came out of the room holding a small bag and sleeping Aavya (Daughter of Aarav daddy & Shravya Mama) in their arms.

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“We will be there in few days.”, I heard my mama saying, and soon all 3 of them left. After nagging my parents for at least 50th times, they said that one of the family members of Sharvya’s Mama died. That’s why she was crying so much. Since I haven’t met or seen all her family members, so I couldn’t figure out who died in her family. All I felt bad.

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Aarvik POV

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‘Shame on him. The person who gave him shelter, food, and a better life. He killed that man’, I closed his ears to stop listening to people’s taunt. ‘He was such a great man. The only mistake he did was, he adopted a criminal’s child.’. ‘never show your face to me.’ I remembered my mother’s words. Thankfully, mom let me do the last rituals of the father.

In the last few days, someone kidnapped my sister, I lost my father, and the worst part is mom has tried to kill herself twice. I don’t know what to do? I feel lost.

Hello Everyone, I am Aarvik Singh Rathore. I am 19 years old young teenager, not to forget the last year of teen life. Well, the person who died was my father, Field Marshal Vikram Singh Rathore. He was not my actual father, but the one who gave me a new life. My actual father was a terrorist who died in a surprise attack by the Army. They would have killed me as well because I was also following my father’s path unknowingly. But nothing like this happened. In fact, my life got completely changed after getting such an amazing family. Now, it seems like I am back to where I was, homeless, and orphan.

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“Aarvik…..Aarvik”, Sarthak, (my close friend and my neighbor to whom I had asked to monitor mom because I can’t handle if anything will happen to her. She is my only family left that’s another thing she doesn’t want me near her.) called my name on the phone call.

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“Is mom fine?”, I asked immediately asked.

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“Yes, she is. I have good news for you.”, He chirped happily. I don’t think any good news can soothe the pain of my mom. “Aunty is pregnant.”

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“Sorry?”, My eyes widened in shock & surprise. “Come again.”

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“I am saying that Aunty is pregnant. My mom was with her. She told me that your mom fainted in the morning. Everyone assumed that maybe the reason could be a weakness but seems like their assumption was wrong.”

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For a few moments, I couldn’t understand how should I react to this. Mom and dad had almost lost their hope of having their own baby. It’s not like that it upset them with this fact. They had me and Pragati (I am not forgetting to mention that even she was adopted by them). And, after all these years, mom is pregnant. God. She needs dad at this moment the most. The one with whom she wants to share her most precious news.

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“Hello Aarvik, you there?”, I heard the voice of Sarthak.

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“Yeah. Yeah. Thanks, buddy, for this news. I will talk to you later.”, I murmured and disconnected the call. I have to monitor mom. How is she? I took out my drone from my bag and connected its camera will to my mobile phone. Well, this drone customized by me. Cool, right? Well, I am too good with the technologies, and dad used to be so proud of me.

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I started flying drone toward my home as I am at my friend's house right now. And then I saw her for the first time outside my home. I didn’t know the name of that kid at that time, but yes, she was looking at my drone curiously. She started opening her shoes. Oh No. This is not a good sign.

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Pravi POV

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I arrived in an unknown place with my parents and brothers.

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“Dad, I am preparing like I will vomit anytime soon. Can I stay outside for a while?”, I asked him before we could have entered the house. Well, you can’t blame me. The car fragrance sucks. I started feeling so restless from the moment the driver picked us from the airport and brought us here.

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“Daksh, Eklavya.”, Dad called my brothers. Well, we are triplets & I am the youngest among all 3. “Stay with Pravi until she feels better. And, Eklavya behave like a good boy.”, Dad warned and entered in that house.

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“Guys? Can you see it there? That girl is so cute?”, Eklavya beamed like a light. Please don’t mind, he always goes crazy spotting cute and sexy girl. I & Daksh ignored his non-sense.

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“Are you feeling good? Should I bring water for you?”, Daksh asked in concern on which I nodded slowly. He is calm and composes unlike Eklavya, who differs totally from him. Meanwhile, I saw a drone near the house.

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I have seen in many movies; Villain tries to spy on the hero in the same way. Since no hero is present here. I have to take the responsibility to save everyone from the Villain. I started opening my shoes.

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‘Achha bachhu. Abhi btati hoon’, I threw my shoes toward it, but it reached nowhere near that drone. In fact, it hit on Eklavya's head.

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“Pravi”, Eklavya roared in anger and started running toward me like a red bull. And, I started running away from there to save my life from this bull, oops, my brother. ‘Hasne ki Jarurat nhi hai, Heroine to kabhi kabhi apni jaan bachane ke liye bhagna padta hai’

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#TBC