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While the Singhania's are known for their warmth and teasing, the Diwans represent quiet power. Sophisticated, disciplined, and deeply respected in Shimla. Founded by Dr. Angad and Dr. Vaidehi Diwan, their legacy includes Diwan Medical College & Hospital and the Diwan Serum Institute, pillars in India's medical and research world. Amidst this lineage, Kashish Diwan, the youngest, dared to dream differently. Not drawn to medicine, she boldly told her family, "I want to be an architect." While silence followed, her elder brother Dr. Shivansh Diwan stood by her. Slowly, the family accepted her choice, if not fully understood it. With their support, Kashish left for Oxford with her childhood friends Jiya and Aryan. Today, she's the Chairperson of Visionary Vista, designing healing spaces for the very world she was born into. Once the rebel. Now the pride of the Diwans.

[Narrator]

As Kashish's black SUV pulled into the grand Diwan Estate, the gates opened to reveal a world of luxury and order. The mansion stood tall, glass-fronted, modern yet majestic, with French balconies and warm ambient lights glowing against Shimla's cool evening. To the left, a serene swimming pool shimmered beside a manicured garden. To the right, a private driveway led to a fleet of luxury cars, Bentleys, a Rolls-Royce, and a Porsche, each parked with precision. Inside, the home was a portrait of sophistication. Italian marble floors, an opulent chandelier, curated artwork, and a soft signature fragrance defined the space. Staff moved discreetly, everything polished to perfection. This wasn't just a home, it was a legacy. Regal, refined, and unmistakably Diwan.

As Kashish stepped inside the Grand Diwan mansion, the scent of sandalwood welcomed her like home. The foyer gleamed with white Carrara marble, bordered in gold-veined onyx, lit beneath a majestic Austrian crystal chandelier. A soft water feature trickled beside carved wooden decor, creating a serene welcome. The living room was sprawling and polished , velvet sofas in neutral tones, silk cushions, a modern fireplace glowing beneath a digital art frame. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed views of the Shimla hills, and a grand piano stood beside a curated wall of rare books. Every corner whispered understated luxury. The staff moved silently, adjusting decor with trained precision. Seated on the plush couches were the Diwan elders—Dr. Angad Diwan and Dr. Vaidehi Diwan, sipping their chamomile tea with calm authority. Her father, Dr. Ranveer Diwan, a celebrated cardiologist, sat deep in conversation with his younger brother, Dr. Raghav Diwan, a renowned orthopedic surgeon. Between them lay a shared bowl of sprout salad, untouched mid-discussion about research developments at the Diwan Serum Institute. Across from them, Kashish's mother, Dr. Avni Diwan, psychiatrist and Vice Chairperson of the hospital, spoke softly with her sister-in-law Natasha, a leading gynecologist, both clearly discussing Kashish, their eyes occasionally glancing toward the entrance. Out on the extended balcony adjoining the living room, sat the younger daughters-in-law of the Diwan family, elegant, independent, and professionally accomplished. Dr. Soumya Diwan, a pediatrician, sat sipping Black coffee with Nurvi, the poised lawyer who handled both Diwan hospital affairs and her own family's legal empire. Beside them, Dr. Prisha Diwan, MD in Emergency Medicine, was recounting a case from her shift. Their conversation flowed in hushed tones, layered with warmth, intellect, and quiet sisterhood. This was the Diwan way, graceful, structured, deeply bonded beneath layers of refinement. And Kashish, stepping in, was as much a part of it as the air they breathed.

As Kashish walked gracefully into the opulent living room, the gentle hum of conversation quieted. Her eyes met the faces of her family, her grandparents, Dr. Angad and Dr. Vaidehi Diwan, seated with poised calm, her parents, Dr. Ranveer and Dr. Avni Diwan, and her chacha chachi,  Dr. Raghav and Dr. Natasha, smiling warmly at her arrival. Noticing her enter, Soumya, Nurvi, and Prisha walked in from the balcony and joined the gathering. Kashish settled between her mother Avni and Chachi Natasha on the plush couch, exhaling the kind of comfort only home brings. Avni gently tucked a strand of Kashish's hair behind her ear and asked, "How was the AIIMS presentation, beta?" "It went well, Mumma," Kashish replied with a soft nod, "They'll email the final decision. Fingers crossed." Just then, Dr. Angad Diwan, her grandfather and the quiet authority in every room, looked over the rim of his teacup and asked, "Did you mention you're the youngest daughter of the Diwan family? Ranvijay Shukla, he was my student. Now he's the Director of AIIMS." Kashish smiled, shaking her head gently. "No Dadu. I didn't feel the need. I wanted to be judged on my work, not on my surname or legacy."

There was a beat of proud silence. Moments later, in walked Dr. Samrath Diwan, her eldest brother and a respected neurosurgeon. He took his seat beside his wife, Dr. Soumya, giving Kashish a fond glance, the kind that felt more fatherly than brotherly. Soon after came                 Dr. Shivansh Diwan, charismatic and sharp, the  orthopedic surgeon. He entered with his signature confidence, and with a subtle wink at his wife Nurvi, made his way to Kashish. The two shared a bond that went beyond siblings, a friendship, a shared wavelength. He ruffled her hair, and she swatted his hand away with a smile. Then arrived their cousin, Dr. Abhir Diwan, the young and dashing cardiologist, who exchanged a teasing smile with his wife, Dr. Prisha. Their banter sparked a ripple of laughter.

And finally, bounding in with breezy energy, came Dhruv Diwan, the youngest of them all, just back from his pilot training academy. "Hope I haven't missed the tea or the teasing," he said, dropping his duffle bag and collapsing onto a chair. In that moment, the Diwan family living room was alive with warmth, intellect, and refined love, where every title earned was worn with pride, but every bond shared was wrapped in quiet, timeless affection.

As laughter subsided, Dr. Ranveer Diwan, in his blue bandhgala, gazed at Kashish with rare softness. "You poured your soul into this project, Kashish," he said calmly, yet with pride. "The late nights, the reviews, the designs, I've witnessed it all, You will succeed, said kashish's father Ranveer Diwan." Touched, Kashish smiled, lowering her gaze. Raghav Chachu, ever teasing, chimed in, "Oxford brilliance and Diwan blood, unstoppable! But remember, your design sense comes from your chachu." Natasha rolled her eyes and said looking at Raghav. "Of course, and next you'll say you designed the Taj Mahal!" The room chuckled. Samrath, the composed elder brother, leaned forward. "Wasn't Dr. Kabir Singhania, the neurosurgeon, on the AIIMS board? Did he question your plan?" "Yes," Kashish replied coolly. "He questioned the spatial arrangement for post-chemo recovery units. I answered him clearly, and he seemed satisfied." Shivansh smiled, looking at Kashish. "You've prepared intensely. Now breathe. It's over, until the results." "Honest effort is a win in itself, The universe listens" Vaidehi added warmly. Avni turned to Dhruv, lounging with headphones and said "Dhruv, your pilot mocks start next week. No more late nights, study. "Badi Maa, it's a week away! Let me relax!" Dhruv pouted. "A week is enough to crash land without theory revision, pilot saab!" Abhir smirked. Laughter erupted as staff entered with evening snacks. After having the Snacks, The family dispersed, some to their rooms, others to the balconies. Soumya, Nurvi, and Prisha gathered in the kitchen to plan dinner. "Something light," Soumya suggested. "Sauteed vegetables, quinoa pulao, and palak soup for Dadiji." Nurvi checked the menu. "Jowar rotis and beetroot tikki too. And confirm the avocado arrival." Prisha smiled at the kitchen head and said "Let's make sugar-free custard for Dadu, He deserves a treat." As the sun set behind the Shimla hills, golden light filled the Diwan mansion. Laughter, routine, sophistication, and legacy lingered in the air. Just then, Soumya softly said, "I'll go up, Hriddhan might be awake by now." She quietly excused herself and made her way upstairs to their room. Pushing the door open gently, she stepped inside to check on her two-year-old son, Hriddhan, a soft smile already forming as she anticipated his sleepy eyes .

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