~From Ashes to Passion~ [Multicouple Series #3]

~03~ Fragility

It is through fragile connections that we find true companionship. 

And it is by embracing fragility that we create space for growth, transformation, and deeper understanding.

To accept fragility is to accept the fullness of life. 

It is to recognize that vulnerability is not an end but a beginning—a place where courage, love, and humanity flourish. 

In a world that often glorifies invincibility, embracing fragility can be a radical act of self-acceptance and a profound source of connection.

Fragility is not weakness; it is the raw material of our humanity, a gentle reminder that to feel deeply, to love sincerely, and to exist authentically is the ultimate strength.

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The city of dreams was bustling as always. 

Mumbai, with its endless energy, always made my heart race, but today it was different. 

This wasn't just another business trip—it was my chance to make my mark. 

The conference with the Randhawa's could open doors I'd only dreamed of. 

My mind buzzed with possibilities as I stepped into my hotel room, exhaustion tugging at my limbs after the flight.

The warm water from my bath felt like a gentle embrace, washing away the fatigue and steadying my nerves. 

As I wrapped myself in a soft robe, my stomach grumbled, pulling my attention to the menu. 

I ordered a light meal and set up my laptop at the desk, ready to rehearse my pitch.

When our family group chat lit up with messages after I informed them of my safe arrival, a small smile graced my lips. 

Their unwavering support had been my backbone through this journey. 

Each word of encouragement felt like a hug from home, a reminder of the people rooting for me.

My phone buzzed again. 

This time, it was Kush. 

His messages arrived with a series of photos—pictures of lush greenery, majestic horses, and a cheeky caption about wanting to bring one home. 

I chuckled softly, shaking my head at my younger brother's antics. 

Despite being a grown man, Kush was still my baby brother, the one who could make me laugh no matter the situation.

Being the middle child and the twin sister, I often found myself juggling roles—sometimes the protective older sibling, sometimes the nurturing second mother.