The village of Ashoka lay nestled in the heart of the Whispering woods, its residents living in harmony with nature. The air was crisp, filled with the sweet scent of blooming windflowers. But on this particular December day, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. Dark, foreboding clouds gathered, and the sky grew dark, as if night had fallen prematurely.
Aunit Chanchalani, a bright and ambitious young woman, sat with her family in their cozy veranda, watching the sudden transformation. Her father, Rajendra Chanchalani, a successful businessman, and her mother, Nalini Chanchalani, a dedicated school teacher, exchanged worried glances. Aunit's younger sister, Siya, and brother, Aarav, huddled close, sensing the unease.
"I've never seen a storm brew so quickly," Rajendra said, his brow furrowed with concern.
"It's as if the skies themselves are restless," Nalini added, her eyes fixed on the darkening horizon.
Aunit's gaze wandered to the fields beyond their home, where her family's crops swayed gently in the rising wind. She felt an inexplicable connection to the land, as if the storm's energy resonated deep within her.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the sky. A deafening thunderclap followed, and a glowing object plummeted towards the ground, landing with a soft thud in the family's boundary field.
Aunit's father, cautioning his family to stay back, rushed towards the object. But Aunit, driven by curiosity and concern, hastened to her father's side. As they approached the glowing entity, they saw that it was a young man, unconscious and wrapped in a sparkling, ethereal material.
The object's radiance slowly dissipated, revealing the stranger's naked form. Mr. Rajendra instructed her to avert her gaze, but she instead took charge, gently grasping the stranger's arm and helping her father carry him to the safety of their home.
As they laid the stranger on a bed, Aunit covered him with a warm quilt, trying to comfort him. Her family gathered around, awestruck and perplexed. The stranger's lack of injuries, despite falling from the sky, defied explanation.
"Who is he?" Siya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Where did he come from?" Aarav added, his eyes wide with wonder.
Aunit's father, a staunch believer in science, proposed that the stranger might have fallen from an airplane, and the sparkling material was a life-saving device. However, this theory didn't account for the stranger's nudity or the object's sudden disappearance.
As the family struggled to make sense of the events, Aunit found herself drawn to the stranger. She began to care for him, dressing him in her brother's clothes and nursing him back to health.
The stranger's eyes, though closed, seemed to hold a deep intensity. Aunit felt an inexplicable connection to him, as if their fates were intertwined.
As the storm outside subsided, the Chanchalani family retreated to their living room, their minds buzzing with questions. Aunit, however, remained by the stranger's side, watching as his chest rose and fell with each steady breath. The dim lightning in the room cast a warm glow on the stranger's face, highlighting his chiseled features.
With his curly hair resting on his forehead thick eye lashes below it and then a perfect shaped nose and a sharp jawline, with Indian whitiss skin color, he seemed like a Greek God.
Aunit had no idea what she was thinking about and where was her eyes resting at that time but Little did she know that this mysterious stranger might turn her life upside down soon if he is what she was thinking and will reveal secrets that would change her destiny forever.