Raanvi’s fingers clutched the edges of the old swing, the same swing she had spent countless afternoons on as a child, dreaming, laughing… waiting. Memories flooded back—carefree days under the blazing Udaipur sun, when life was simple, and he had been just a boy with a promise.

"Aap humse bade hoke shadi karenge vansh? Please?" She asked.

“You are so cute, Okayy I’ll marry you one day, Raanvi… and I’ll always protect you,” he had said, eyes shining with certainty, voice firm yet tender. She had then looked at him with admiration, thinking it was a unbreakable promise, even at that age, she had known Vanshit meant everything to her.

Perhaps he had forgotten those words by now, buried them somewhere in the corners of his memory as just a childhood promise. But Raanvi… Raanvi had never forgotten. They were etched into her heart, repeated in silent prayers, carried through every lonely moment, every fleeting thought of him. Those words had become her quiet strength, her unwavering devotion.

Years passed. Six long years of studying, growing, learning… six years of imagining him, of holding onto that promise like a lifeline. And now, as she stood in the bustling courtyard of the Rajput estate, her heart raced at the sight of him returning.

But something was different. Vanshit wasn’t alone. Walking beside him was a girl she had never seen before—graceful, confident, and disturbingly familiar in a way she couldn’t place. Who was she?

Raanvi’s chest tightened. A storm of emotions swirled inside her: confusion, jealousy, fear—but above all, unwavering devotion. No matter how long it took, no matter the obstacles, she had always belonged to him. Always.

She took a quiet breath, steadying herself. The promise he had made years ago echoed in her heart louder than the world around her. She would wait. She would protect him, silently, from the shadows if she had to. She would endure, for she knew in her soul that her place was with Vanshit… no matter who stood between them.

And as Vanshit laughed softly at something the mysterious girl said, Raanvi’s lips curved into a determined smile. Whoever she is, she doesn’t know him like I do. And she never will.

Then, in the quiet of her heart, she whispered, barely audible, yet filled with all her devotion:

"I’ll wait for you, Vansh… always."

Because some promises, whispered under the sun of childhood, never fade.

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Author’s Note

Hey lovely readers,

First of all, thank you so much for picking up Vanshit: Her Devoted Love. This story is very close to my heart, and I wanted to start it with a glimpse of innocence—those childhood words that often get buried in time, yet stay alive in someone’s heart forever.

Vanshit might forget what he once said, but Raanvi never did. That’s where their journey truly begins—between forgotten promises and the courage of holding on.

This book will explore love, longing, devotion, misunderstandings, and the kind of bond that gets tested by time and circumstances. I hope you’ll feel every emotion as deeply as I felt while writing it.

Your support, comments, and encouragement mean the world to me. Don’t forget to share your thoughts after every chapter—it keeps me motivated to write more passionately.

With love, Akshvi