The Journey Began

After the summer break, Ansh Chauhan returned to his modest home in Dehradun—a place where the walls remembered laughter and the breeze carried childhood secrets. His parents, Mamata and Vinay Chauhan, welcomed him with warmth; Mamata’s eyes softened with relief, while Vinay’s smile carried quiet pride. His elder sister Priyanshi, always a step ahead, raised her brows in mock judgment and teased him about growing taller but not wiser. Ansh laughed, scratching the back of his neck, pretending not to care, though his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.