story of three siblings, this tale is purely speculative, born from imagination fueled by the mysteries of time travel and the complexities of historical events. The true nature of time travel remains, for now, locked within the realm of speculation...
In a cozy Mumbai, the atmosphere had grown heavy with worry and tension. Ansh's family, unaware of the perilous journey he had embarked on, couldn't shake the feeling that something was gravely wrong.
Avneet, Ansh's mother, paced the living room, her heart pounding with a mother's intuition. She clutched her phone tightly, praying for a message, a sign, anything that would put her mind at ease. But the silence on the other end was deafening.
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Avneet: (frantic) "Siddharth, I can't take it anymore. Our son is out there, and I have no idea if he's safe. I need to go to him!"
Siddharth, Ansh's father watched his wife with a heavy heart. He knew that Avneet's maternal instincts were rarely wrong, and her anxiety was contagious. He struggled to remain composed, fighting back his own fears, knowing that he needed to be the pillar of strength for his family.
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Siddharth: (calm but worried) "Avneet, darling, I understand your worry, but you know we can't just rush there without any information. We need to wait for Ansh to contact us. He's smart; he'll find a way."
As Avneet's anxiety threatened to overwhelm her, Siddharth felt a gnawing worry deep within him. He couldn't help but worry about his son too, but he knew that he had to be the strong one right now.
Siddharth: (softly) "Avneet, come here."
He enveloped her in a comforting embrace, holding her close. Avneet's head rested on his chest, and she clung to him, seeking solace in his arms. Siddharth's strong and steady presence was a source of comfort, a reminder that they were in this together.
Siddharth: (whispering) "We'll get through this, my love. Ansh is our son, and he's resourceful. We have to trust him."
Avneet: (tearfully) "But what if something's happened to him, Siddharth? What if we never see him again?"
Siddharth tightened his embrace, his own heart heavy with worry. He knew he had to be honest with Avneet but also offer her hope.
Siddharth: (gentle) "I won't lie, Avneet. I'm worried too. But we can't lose hope. Ansh is out there, and we have to believe in him. We'll keep trying to reach him, and we'll do everything we can to bring him back."
