Hello Lovely persons 🌷

I Welcome all of you to my first ever book " Sayyian: Love against all odds" ♥️

✿ I am your author - Night_Angelru

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One question please -

1) How did you get to know about the book ?

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This is my first ever Non fiction book .This story is an Indian Romantic love story . Where the cast are with royal background but their life is intervined in different ways with different paths .This story will make you fall in love with the concept of love again . This story is totally a fiction one but I will make sure you feel it is a real one . There will be no toxic relationship, cheating, red flag leads . The story focuses on Love , passion , longing, strength, devotion, sacrifice, forbidden love ,etc.

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🍂•|Cast Aesthetics|•🍂

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•| Dhruv Deewan |

He is tall, about 6'2", handsome, muscular - the perfect example of a Santoor man, with adorable dimples on his cheeks. His thick hair, black with subtle brown undertones, adds to his striking charm. As the eldest son of the Deewan family, he was the most loved during childhood. Deeply attached to his grandparents and his chachu, he grew up as a protective, calm, soft-hearted, and ambivert person. Yet when it comes to his family and siblings, he becomes fiercely possessive and can go to any extent to protect them.

Adorable and chaotic in his younger years, he always disliked studying but had a deep love for music and writing - penning poetic lines only for his one true love, his Shri. Since childhood, his heart has belonged to just one person, and his affection for her has only grown stronger over the years. From cherishing his Shri to protecting her at all costs, he is willing to cross any limit for love.

But as their bond blossoms and their love glorifies, Dhruv finds himself facing challenges he had never imagined. A member of the royal family, he makes the life-changing decision to join the army - a path of both honor and sacrifice.

•| Dhriti Kashyap|

She is a beautiful, innocent, radiant soul - a fair girl who has inherited her mother's beauty. With a height of about 5'3", her light blue eyes, touched with deep black orbs, make her presence striking. Born into a royal family, she has been pampered and adored, yet her simplicity makes her stand out. Every move she makes carries a natural royal grace and dominance, but at the same time, her innocence shines through. Soft-hearted yet confident and brave, she is an ambivert - cheerful and lively with her own people, though reserved around others.Her childhood is painted with countless memories of one special person. As a little girl, she did not yet understand the meaning of love, but she felt an unexplainable pull toward the one who always stood like a shield for her. She loves dancing, especially in the presence of - her Solace. As her feelings begin to take root and her love grows deeper, destiny weaves its part, creating distance between them even as her heart longs to be closer.

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•| Dhruv × Dhriti |•

इतनी मोहब्बत सेह ना सकूँगा

सच मानो जिंदा रह ना सकूँगा

तुझको संभालूं ये मेरा ज़िम्मा

मैं हूँ तो क्या हम जाने तमन्ना

साथिया ये तुने क्या कहा

बेलिया ये तुने क्या कहा

यूँ ना कभी करना इंतज़ार

मैंने किया है तुमसे प्यार..!

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•| Playlist|•

Saiyyan : love against all odds

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~•| ✨ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 ✨ |•~

🌷Scene 1 -

Reaching the crib, little Dhruv tiptoed, stretching his tiny body to match its height. His soft palms clutched the edge with delicate caution as he peered inside. A newborn-barely a week old-lay there, fast asleep, wrapped snugly in a smooth pink towel. Her tiny nose and cheeks, flushed red, seemed to hint she had cried herself to sleep. Her lips were fragile, like the edge of a feather, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest made it seem as though the world outside had no meaning at all.

Dhruv's eyes widened in pure wonder. His innocent face scrunched with confusion-who could this baby be?

For long moments, he stood frozen, staring at her. The little hand resting on the crib's edge slowly loosened its grip, and with quiet curiosity, his index finger stretched forward. Was she... a real person? Or just a doll? At his age, Dhruv couldn't even tell if the baby was a boy or girl.

Reaching closer, he poked her right cheek. The soft flesh dipped in, and Dhruv's eyes sparkled as a smile bloomed on his lips. That small, innocent act-poking-brought him unexpected joy. He tried again, this time giggling aloud, until laughter bubbled out of him uncontrollably.

But the weight of his little body unbalanced him. The crib jolted with a sudden swing. Startled, the baby cried out, her sleep shattered. Dhruv's eyes widened in panic, and without a second thought, he dashed out of the room, leaving the echo of his laughter behind.

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🌷Scene 2 -

The very next day, Dhruv crept back into the room, peeking cautiously inside. His tiny hands were sticky with stains of motichur ladoo-a sweet he had snatched for Yashika just moments earlier. Finding no other option, he rubbed his hands against his sherwani, once... twice... thrice, until the stains faded.

Today, however, something was different. There were two cribs in the room. Dhruv tilted his head and slowly walked to the first one.

Inside, a baby boy lay sprawled, his blanket kicked aside in sleep. Three cushions pressed against the crib's edge, while his chubby little bum peeked out from under the cloth. The scene looked messy, almost chaotic. Dhruv's lips puckered into an awkward pout, and he quickly shifted to the other crib.

There, a baby girl slept peacefully. Dhruv's finger inched forward again, ready to poke her cheek, but before he could, a sudden cry erupted from the first crib. The sound startled the baby girl, and soon, both little ones were wailing in unison. Dhruv's eyes grew wide with alarm.

Just then, Yashika entered, her steps quickened by the cries.

Pointing frantically, Dhruv blurted out, "Ishiiiika aunty, gudda roo raha hai..!"

Yashika stopped, taken aback, before bursting into laughter. "Kya bola, Dhruv? Gudda?" she teased.

Dhruv, still earnest, nodded his small head.

At that moment, Shreya stepped in. Scooping Dhruv up in her arms, she kissed his forehead and said warmly, "Baccha, she is not gudda... she is guddi. Like a doll, samjhe?"

Confused, Dhruv furrowed his brows. "Doll?" he asked softly.

Shreya smiled, her lips brushing his dimpled cheeks. "Haan... like a doll. Or a princess. Samjhe?"

Dhruv's face lit up instantly. Nodding, he exclaimed with sparkling eyes, "Like Yashika aunty?" His voice carried both amusement and wonder. His gaze then shifted toward the little girl, who had now calmed down, fiddling with the chain around her mother's neck.

Later, when the room emptied, Dhruv returned once more. This time, he carried a lotus flower in his tiny hands. Not knowing the difference between a lotus and a rose, he clutched it proudly, standing on his toes as he hung it over the crib's edge.

"Ye lo, Gulal... ab rona mat, theek?" he whispered softly.

The baby girl's eyes caught the flower, and to Dhruv's delight, a faint smile spread across her lips. He returned her smile wholeheartedly, then dashed away-barefoot, carefree-straight into the courtyard mud to play, leaving behind the flower as his first innocent gift.

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🌷Scene 3 -

"What happened?" Dhruv asked softly, noticing Dhriti sitting alone on the bench even though school had long ended. His eyes searched hers-there was hesitation, discomfort, and uneasiness on her face, unlike other days.

Dhriti, who had only just begun to understand what people call love, felt shy, uncertain, and far too hesitant to speak in front of him. She wanted to ask for help, but the words refused to leave her lips. Dhruv leaned against the bench, observing her closely as tears welled up in her eyes and quietly soaked into her uniform.

"What happened?" he repeated gently.

Dhriti shook her head, her throat tight with the pain that shot through her lower abdomen.

Worried, Dhruv's hand twitched, wanting to reach out, to touch her cheek and console her. He didn't fully understand what was wrong, but he could sense it was something she couldn't bring herself to say. Torn between respecting her silence and his desperate need to comfort her, he stood tangled in his own thoughts.

"Please roo mat, Dhriti..." he whispered tenderly, sliding down to one knee so his eyes could meet hers at the same level. Her hesitant blue eyes glistened with unspoken pain. "Roshni ko bulauu?" he asked in a careful, low voice.

"Wo break mai hi chali gayi hogi... aur school mai Professor ko chhod ke koi nahi hai. Hum aadhe ghante se baithe hai..." she confessed, her voice breaking as she dipped her head. A sudden cramp made her hiss in pain, clutching her stomach. She didn't know exactly what it meant-everything had begun so suddenly. The bench beneath her was faintly stained, and the thought of standing up made her heart sink further. She had a faint idea from whispers among classmates, but at her age, she didn't know how to handle it. Helplessness weighed on her.

"Kya hua? Batao toh sahi!" Dhruv pressed, panic clear in his tone as he saw her flinch again.

"I'm not feeling well..." Dhriti admitted, leaning back against the bench, struggling to steady her breaths.

A realization flickered in Dhruv's mind. He had read about periods in his textbooks-just enough to connect the signs. But asking her directly might overwhelm her. So instead, with a gentle voice laced with concern, he asked, "Pet mai dard ho raha hai?"

She nodded silently, avoiding his gaze.

Dhruv quickly reached for her bag, pulled out her water bottle, and extended it towards her. "Yeh lo, paani pi lo... main aata hu," he said firmly, before sprinting off.

Since he had stayed back for extra classes, his classroom was on the fifth floor. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, skipping steps, taking two at a time, lungs burning. Bursting into his classroom, where the professor was mid-lecture, he grabbed his sports bag.

"Sir, I have to leave, sorry!" he blurted breathlessly.

Before the professor could respond, Dhruv was gone.

Back in Dhriti's classroom, he unzipped his bag with trembling hands and pulled out his sports jersey. He handed it to her, still panting.

"Yeh lo... wrap it around you," he said in one breath, his chest heaving.

Dhriti's eyes widened in surprise. "Aapko kaise pata chala?" she whispered, her voice filled with both wonder and embarrassment.

"Bas pata hai!" Dhruv replied simply, his tone steady yet soft. "Ab yeh lo aur chalo bag leke... I've informed the school staff. Don't worry!"

Her heart skipped. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, but it was mixed with gratitude, awe, and an unfamiliar warmth for the boy standing before her.

Sensing her unease, Dhruv quickly added, "No need to feel embarrassed... shhhri... I-I mean, Dhriti... it's completely normal." He turned his back, giving her space to adjust.

Dhriti managed, somehow. She wrapped his jersey around herself, then adjusted her schoolbag straps to cover the rest.

Outside, Dhruv stood waiting. When she stepped out, he gave a small nod. "Chalo."

"You attend your extra classes... I'll manage," she murmured, trying to sound steady as she descended the stairs. Her heart softened further when she noticed him trailing just behind her, eyes scanning both sides protectively.

"I don't care. Main chal raha hu! Mujhe bhi ghar jana hai jaldi," he said firmly.

Her lips curved faintly as she lowered her gaze, a rush of emotions swelling in her chest-pain, relief, embarrassment, and something deeper that words couldn't yet name.

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🌷Scene 4 -

"Dhaage tod laao chaandni se noor ke,

Ghoonghat hi bana lo roshni se noor ke..."

Dhruv sang in his deep, heartfelt voice, each word carrying the love and devotion he had silently treasured in his heart for years. His eyes sparkled with emotions too pure to hide, while the recorded background music slowly rose, filling the night air with an enchanting rhythm.

The night itself seemed to celebrate him-dark yet adorned with countless stars, each one adding allure to the special place he had built for his Shri.

At the sound of his voice, Noor started gracefully. With fluid elegance, she shifted her shoulders back, one leg sliding outward to form a poised stance. Her arms lifted delicately, tracing invisible threads of moonlight, embodying the lyrics as her hands shaped the chaandni, the noor, and the ghoonghat. Her movements were soft yet expressive, each gesture flowing into the next like a story told through her body.

"Sharm aa gayi toh... aagosh mein lo,

Ho... saanson se uljhi rahein meri saansein..."

This time, the lyrics left her own lips. Blushing beneath the weight of his adoring gaze, she shyly hid behind him, her slender fingers clutching at his arm as though seeking shelter. The innocence of her act mirrored the coyness of the lines, making Dhruv's eyes soften further with admiration.

Then, with a sudden burst of grace, she twirled-her dupatta swirling like a halo of light around her. Spinning back into his orbit, Noor stilled in front of him, her body leaning gently against his chest. Her breaths quickened, and in that closeness, it felt as though her very heartbeat was tangled with his, her every inhalation rising and falling with his own.

"Bol na halke-halke, bol na halke-halke...

Honth se halke-halke, bol na halke..."

As these tender words flowed, dhriti's movements softened like a gentle breeze caressing still waters. She lifted her hands delicately, fingertips brushing the air as if drawing unspoken promises between them. Her lips curved into a shy smile, matching the sweetness of the lyrics, while her eyes met Dhruv's with a quiet vulnerability that spoke louder than any words. With slow, fluid steps she circled him, her ghungroo-clad ankles ringing faintly, before pausing behind him and leaning close enough that her whisper seemed to melt into the very lines of the song. Dhruv stood motionless, lost in her aura, his eyes following her every motion as though she were the rhythm itself-his heart beating to the cadence of her dance, his soul answering to the halke-halke words she embodied.

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