ABHIMAAN FF-AGAR TUM SATH HO.

NEW DAWN !!

Armaan had spent his entire life under the crushing weight of the Poddar name. For as long as he could remember, he had been striving to meet the towering expectations placed upon him by a family that had reluctantly accepted him.

The Poddars had never fully embraced him as their own, for he was not truly of their blood.

He had been a constant reminder of a choice made outside the family’s ironclad traditions, a living testament to the compromises they had been forced to make.

From a young age, Armaan understood that his place in the Poddar household was conditional.

The unspoken agreement was clear: he had to earn his keep, prove himself worthy every day, or risk being cast aside.

The fear of abandonment became a constant companion, shadowing his every step. He lived with the gnawing anxiety that a single misstep could lead to his downfall, that the tenuous acceptance he had managed to secure could be snatched away in an instant.

In his relentless pursuit to prove his worth, Armaan buried his true self beneath the veneer of a dutiful grandson, son, and brother.

He diligently followed every command, adhered to every rule, and tried to embody the ideals of what it meant to be a Poddar.

He excelled in academics, molded himself into a capable lawyer, and never questioned the authority of his elders.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, there was always a subtle distance, an invisible barrier that kept him on the periphery of the family’s true affections.

The love the Poddars showed him often felt like a burden, a constant reminder of his outsider status. Their praise was always tinged with the implication that he should be grateful for what he had been given, that he owed them for the life he lived.

Their approval was a currency he could never quite afford, and their affection, when it came, was more a transaction than a gift. It was as if their acceptance was a loan that could be called in at any moment, leaving him with nothing.

Despite his efforts, Armaan always fell short in their eyes. There was always something missing, some ineffable quality that kept him from being truly one of them.

They never said it outright, but their words and actions made it clear: he was tolerated, not cherished. He was the outsider who had to prove his worth every day, while the others, the true Poddars, were loved unconditionally.

The strain of this constant striving wore him down, but he kept going, driven by the fear of losing the only family he had ever known.

And then, Abhira entered his life like a breath of fresh air in a stifling room. She was a force of nature, unafraid to challenge the Poddars when they wronged Armaan.

Where he had always bent to their will, she stood firm, refusing to let them diminish him. She saw through the facade he had built and reached out to the person he had buried deep within.

Abhira became his solace, his strength, the one person who loved him for who he was, not who he tried to be.

In Abhira’s presence, Armaan found a freedom he had never known. With her, he could simply be Armaan, not Armaan Poddar, not the dutiful grandson or the obedient son, but just himself.

She made him feel whole in a way the Poddars never had, her love unconditional and unwavering.

She saw his fears, his insecurities, and embraced them with a tenderness that melted the walls he had built around his heart.

Abhira’s love was a lifeline, pulling him out of the sea of expectations that had threatened to drown him. She set his soul free, allowing him to reclaim the parts of himself he had lost in his quest to be a perfect Poddar.