Two families were shifted to a village near the sea. One family was rich, and the other family was poor. Both families had only one son. Each family had its own way of living. Both were different. The rich family's son was named Kashish. The poor family's son was named Ahar.
In the poor family, they didn't have much money, but their family had plenty of love, care, and happiness. On the other hand, in the rich family, they were wealthy and had a lot of money, but there was little care and love in their house. They were always in conflict with each other. The rich family's boy, Kashish, always felt ignored by them.
Getting tired of their conflict, Kashish ran out of the house and went to the edge of the sea. He sat down on the sand and started staring at the horizon.
Ahar was also there, his small hands busy shaping the sand into a delicate monument. Watching him, Kashish felt a spark of curiosity how could someone make something so perfect from just sand? He hesitated for a moment, then walked closer and asked, "How did you make this? Would you teach me? I also want to make one." His voice was timid, yet hopeful, as if this little monument could build a bridge between their worlds.
Ahar replied, "Why not? Let me teach you. Come."
He patiently helped Kashish shape the sand monument, guiding his hands and showing him little tricks. As they worked together, they shared so many happy moments laughing, teasing, and discovering joy in the simplest things. For a while, Kashish almost forgot about his parents' constant conflict and lost himself entirely in the present happiness with his new friend, Ahar.
One day, Kashish was waiting for Ahar, but he never came. He waited the whole day, hope slowly fading with each passing hour. And the same thing happened the next day. He had no idea where Ahar was or why he hadn't shown up. Slowly, sadness crept back into Kashish's heart. Once again, his life became joyless, just like before.
One day, after waiting for half an hour, as Kashish was returning home, he saw a horrifying sight his family was dead. Staring at their lifeless bodies, a wave of shock and despair overwhelmed him. Slowly, his consciousness slipped away, and he fainted to the floor.
When he woke up, Kashish started crying, his sobs echoing through the empty house. Then his Maasi arrived and gently tried to console him. "Don't cry, my son," she said softly, brushing his tears away. "From now on, you have me, and I'll take care of you."
On the other hand, Ahar's parents had also been killed, which was why he had disappeared and never met Kashish again. But when he discovered who had ordered the killings, Ahar took revenge and killed them without realizing that they were actually Kashish's parents.
The police were searching for Ahar. But then, a man appeared and said, "Ahar, you can't escape from them like that. If you want to survive, come with me and join my gang. Here, you'll have protection, and no one can find you."