[Narrator]

After returning from the AIIMS presentation and spending time with her family, Kashish went to her room. Kashish's room is a serene blend of elegance and creativity. Soft ivory walls contrast with deep oak flooring, while large arched windows overlook the misty Shimla hills. A minimalist four-poster bed with crisp white linens anchors the space. One corner features a sleek glass desk stacked with architectural blueprints, journals, and a MacBook. Floating shelves display design books, Oxford memorabilia, and miniature models of past projects. A plush armchair beside the window forms her reading nook, with a soft throw and scented candles nearby. Her room and her balcony is calm, classy, and deeply personal. The room reflects both her sophistication and passion for design.

Kashish entered her room, the stillness a familiar comfort. Closing the door, she exhaled, releasing the day's tension, the AIIMS presentation, the expectations, the pressure, all washed away in a long, calming shower. Dressed in a comfortable co-ord set, her hair in a neat bun with a stray curl falling loosely against her cheek, she walked barefoot across the cool oak floor. Grounded, she stepped onto the balcony where the Shimla breeze carried the scent of pine. Curling into the cushioned couch, she drew her knees close, her eyes sweeping over the dusky hills.

Kashish's POV

Kashish sat in the quiet corner of her balcony, the soft Shimla breeze brushing against her skin, a loose curl falling on her cheek as she hugged her knees close. Her bare feet rested against the cool marble floor, grounding her. "Kashish Diwan," she whispered, almost amused at how it sounded out loud. "The only daughter in a family of doctors who didn't become one." A small laugh escaped her lips, a mix of irony and gratitude. "And still, they supported me... That in itself is a miracle." She looked out at the fading skyline, the hills painting themselves in shades of blue and orange. "It's been three years since I returned to Shimla. Before that we 3 were all focused in Oxford, The sketches, submissions, But I always had Jiya and Aryan by my side through every panic and pitch." She exhaled deeply, letting her shoulders drop. "We built Visionary Vista from scratch. Three of us clueless, ambitious, stubborn. We failed alot, Broke down, Rebuilt, and today... AIIMS." A pause. "Today we stood in front of the board with a dream and showed them what healing spaces should feel like. That's not small." Her fingers ran lightly over the fabric of the cushion beneath her. "The day I chose architecture over medicine, I remember who I went to first, Shivansh Bhaiya. I was scared out of my mind. But he didn't question me. Just said..." A faint smile returned to her lips. "'Then build the world you dream of, Kashish.' That one line... gave me the courage to face everyone else." Her voice softened as memories rolled in. "Dada-Dadi, Mumma, Papa, even Samrath Bhaiya, they all had dreams. Dreams of me in a white coat. Of continuing the Diwan legacy. And I thought I'd disappoint them. But they didn't flinch. They accepted. Quietly, lovingly... they let me be me." She looked down for a moment. "Except Sayoni Didi." The name itself made her posture still slightly. "No matter how far I've come, Oxford seat, national proposals, this firm... I don't think she's ever truly accepted it. For her, if it's not medicine, it's not meaningful enough." She shook her head slowly. "Maybe she'll never see architecture like I do. Or maybe... maybe I'm still trying to prove something to her. Maybe to myself, too." A deep breath. "But I know this much, this isn't just about Visionary Vista. Or AIIMS. Or a project. It's about showing that dreams outside tradition are valid. That spaces can heal too. That just like a surgeon restores the body, An architect can restore the spirit." Her eyes lifted to the stars quietly twinkling overhead. "Whatever the board decides... we gave our best. And no matter what happens next..." She smiled faintly, her voice steady. "I'm ready."

And Kashish Diwan, the girl who once broke the mold. Sat in the calm of her conviction. Not a rebel, but a woman who dared redefine legacy.

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You've just stepped into Kashish Diwan's world , a girl born into a family of legendary doctors, yet brave enough to carve her own identity in a completely different world.

How did her inner thoughts strike you?
Do you relate to her quiet courage, her need for validation from her family, or the constant pressure to prove yourself when you've chosen a different path?

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