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The Skylar mansion glowed warmly under the soft lights of the chandelier, the dining room set elegantly as it always was for dinner. The long table looked almost complete, almost because Asher’s seat remained empty.
Aurora sat quietly beside Owen, fingers loosely folded in her lap. Across from her, Ryan leaned back slightly in his chair, scroll
(Author’s POV)Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Asher’s room, warm and soft against his face. He stirred slowly, lashes fluttering open as golden light painted the ceiling. For a few quiet seconds, he simply lay there, listening to the distant sounds of the mansion waking up, the soft footsteps of staff in the hallway.Then his phone buzzed.Once. Twice. Again.He reached for it lazily, still half-asleep, thumb sliding across the screen. Notifications flooded in. Messages from Damien, Carl, Livia, his production team and a few directors.“Happy Birthday, Asher!”“Wishing you the best year ahead!”
(Author’s POV)The Skylar mansion glowed warmly under the soft lights of the chandelier, the dining room set elegantly as it always was for dinner. The long table looked almost complete, almost because Asher’s seat remained empty.Aurora sat quietly beside Owen, fingers loosely folded in her lap. Across from her, Ryan leaned back slightly in his chair, scrolling through something on his phone before setting it aside. Ian sat a little apart, posture relaxed but attentive, his eyes occasionally flicking to the empty chair before him.“He texted already,” Ryan said, breaking the mild silence as servants finished setting the dishes.“Night shoot. Won’t be back”.“Yeah, he ment
(Author’s POV)Asher lay stretched out on the narrow bed inside the vanity van, one arm tucked under his head, the other resting loosely on his chest. The faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant, muffled sounds of the set outside created a cocoon of calm. His eyes were closed, lashes resting against his cheeks, breathing slow and even. For once, his mind wasn’t racing, no scenes, no dialogues, no pressure. Just stillness.The silence lingered, comfortable and unhurried, the kind that only settles among people who don’t feel the need to fill every gap with words.It was Damien who finally broke it.“So, your birthday’s coming up” He said casually, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.
(Asher’s POV)My morning began the way most of my mornings do now, quiet, steady and grounded.I woke up before the alarm, eyes opening to the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I simply lay there, one arm tucked behind my head, breathing in the calm. The heaviness that had once pressed against my chest, the constant tension, the headlines, the uncertainty…was gone. My name was clear. The storm had passed. What remained was peace, and it felt unfamiliar yet welcome.I showered, dressed in simple comfort, nothing flashy, nothing loud. I had never needed extravagance to feel confident, calm suited me better. By the time I stepped out of the room, the mansion was already awake, low voices drifting through the halls.The dining room was ali
(Author’s POV)Night had settled gently over the Skylar mansion, wrapping it in a calm hush. Dinner had ended on a quiet, comfortable note with soft conversations, the familiar rhythm of family life.But tonight, as Aurora lay curled beneath the sheets, staring at the ceiling, sleep refused to come. She shifted on her side, hugging a pillow to her chest, her mind far too awake.‘Asher’s birthday is in three days’, the thought surfaced again, persistent and bright.“I can’t mess this up” She murmured to herself.Her mind began racing. ‘A party?’ She immediately frowned. Too predictable. Asher had attended enough lavish parties to last a lifetime.
(Author’s POV)A week had passed since Ivy left with Kemal, and life at the Skylar mansion had slowly settled into a quieter rhythm.Almost every day without fail, Aurora’s phone would light up with Ivy’s name. Sometimes it was a long call filled with stories about Turkey, the food, the city lights, Kemal hovering around her like a proud shadow. Sometimes it was just a few minutes before bedtime, Ivy’s voice soft and sleepy, asking Aurora what she was doing. Those calls became Aurora’s anchor. A gentle reminder that love didn’t disappear with distance, it simply learned new ways to exist.Aurora had also started going back to college, slipping back into routine as if life hadn’t shifted in some fundamental way. Ian accompanied her like always, protective but easygoing, teasing her during breakfast and waiting patiently after lectures. Asher had returned to his hectic shooting schedules, often leaving early and coming back late, exhausted but smiling whenever Aurora was around. Owen a
(Author’s POV)Mr. Skylar forced his sons to have breakfast together the next day because they had been avoiding Aurora since their wedding. That’s why Aurora was shocked to see them all together.
(Author’s POV)Aurora leaned slightly forward on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV screen."Did you see that pass? That was incredible!" She exclaimed, her voi
(Aurora’s POV)I was overjoyed when I learnt that I would be attending college and pursuing my aspirations. Next morning, I woke up with a smile for the first time in this mansion. I got ready and adjusted my dres
(Aurora’s POV)The clock struck 9 PM, and my stomach grumbled audibly, breaking the silence of my room. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, too nervous to leave my sanctuary. But now, hunger left me with no choice.







