Boundless Love
Prologue
After seven long years, the three sons of the Chowdhury family are finally returning home.
Shubhra Chowdhury.
Ayan Chowdhury.
Niloy Chowdhury.
Calling it simply "returning home" wouldn't be accurate—
after completing their studies abroad, the three brothers are coming back to their homeland.
The Chowdhury household is filled with joy today.
Everyone is overwhelmed with happiness.
Henna Begum is busy cooking her grandsons' favorite dishes.
She is immensely happy—after so many years, her three grandsons are finally coming back home.
Her joy is impossible to hide.
But deep inside, Henna Begum sighs quietly.
"If only my elder daughter-in-law were alive today… how wonderful it would have been."
With that thought, she lets out a long breath.
After finishing her cooking, she climbs the stairs and enters a room upstairs without thinking much.
On the bed lies a young woman, clutching a pillow tightly against her stomach.
Her hair has slipped loose from its bun, spreading messily around her face.
Her face is pale and exhausted—yet she looks no less than a heavenly fairy.
Seeing her beauty, fear grips Henna Begum's heart.
She worries—what if this beauty becomes a curse in her life?
Just like it once became the curse of her own daughter's fate.
Beauty and virtues mean nothing in the end—
humans always lose to destiny.
Henna Begum sighs deeply.
Rod couldn't sleep the entire night due to severe stomach pain.
She finally fell asleep shortly before dawn.
Softly, Henna Begum calls out,
"Rod… Rod… wake up. It's already quite late."
Rod opens her eyes slowly and looks at her.
"Is the pain any better now?" Henna Begum asks.
"Yes, Nana. It's much better than before."
"Go and freshen up now. It's already 10:30."
Rod panics.
"It's so late! Why didn't you wake me earlier? There's so much work in the house."
Saying this, she gets up to leave the room, but Henna Begum stops her.
"Rod, wait."
Rod looks at her with questioning eyes.
"Nana, I don't want any trouble in this house because of me."
Henna Begum replies firmly,
"Today, you won't leave this room. You'll stay inside.
You don't have to do any work. I'll send your meals to the room on time."
Rod stares at her in shock.
"Why, Nana?"
Henna Begum looks irritated.
"I don't like being questioned, Rod."
Then she continues,
"Listen carefully. Shubhra is coming back today.
If he sees you in this house, there will be chaos."
At the sound of Shubhra's name, Rod's heart trembles painfully.
Henna Begum leaves the room after saying this.
Dhaka International Airport – 11:23 AM
The three brothers stand at the airport.
Arif Chowdhury (Shubhra's father),
Arif Chowdhury (Ayan's father),
and Akram Chowdhury (Niloy's father) are all waiting there.
✈️ Dhaka International Airport
The glass doors slowly slide open.
Amid the crowd of thousands, an eerie silence seems to fall.
First emerges Shubhra Chowdhury—
dressed in a deep black shirt, sunglasses hiding his cold gaze.
Tall, strongly built, no trace of a smile on his lips.
Every step he takes feels heavy, commanding.
A clear seriousness on his face—as if the world itself fears him.
A few steps behind walks Ayan Chowdhury—
wearing a light blue shirt, a bag on his shoulder.
Depth in his eyes, a faint mysterious smile on his lips.
He observes everything calmly, thoughtfully.
Even under his elder brother's shadow, Ayan has his own unique charm.
Finally comes Niloy Chowdhury—
denim jacket, hoodie over his head, messy hair.
Dimples appear on his cheeks whenever he smiles.
He looks around cheerfully, waving his hands—
as if the airport is his personal stage.
The three brothers walk out together.
Arif Chowdhury steps forward to hug Shubhra,
but Shubhra walks past him without a word.
Tears shimmer in Arif Chowdhury's eyes.
Ayan comes forward, hugs his uncle, and whispers softly,
"Shubhra is still angry, Uncle. Slowly, everything will be fine. Please don't feel hurt."
Ayan and Niloy greet everyone warmly,
but Shubhra speaks to no one.
They all get into the car.
Inside the car, silence dominates.
Chowdhury Villa
The shiny black private car stops in front of the massive iron gate of the Chowdhury house.
Rows of green trees line both sides, and a paved road leads the car inside.
The Chowdhury mansion—three stories tall, ancient yet royal—
every wall carrying the pride of generations.
A wide veranda on the first floor, white pillars standing tall.
Inside, a spacious drawing room with chandeliers, soft sofas, and old family photographs.
A wooden cabinet displays brass showpieces—silent witnesses to the family's legacy.
Shubhra steps out of the car and enters the house.
Standing at the entrance are Henna Begum,
Hasi Begum (Ayan's mother),
Meera Begum (Niloy's mother),
Neera (Ayan's sister),
Ohona and Tina (Niloy's sisters),
and all the servants standing with their heads bowed.
Shubhra comes forward, greets his grandmother respectfully, and hugs her.
Without saying another word, he walks straight upstairs to his room.
Henna Begum lets out a long breath.
Ayan greets everyone warmly.
Someone asks about Niloy.
Ayan smiles and says,
"He was right behind me."
Meanwhile, Niloy is livestreaming the house on Facebook, showing everything around.
Suddenly, his foot slips and he falls straight into the mud.
Ayan comes looking for him and finds him completely covered in mud.
Unable to control himself, Ayan bursts out laughing.
Niloy drops his phone while falling—the live stream is still on.
Ayan picks up the phone, switches to the back camera, and says,
"So guys, look at your favorite crush!
He's so happy to be home that he's rolling on the ground."
Niloy rushes over, snatches the phone, ends the live stream, and shouts,
"Hey bro! What did you do? Do you have no respect for my reputation?"
Trying to stop laughing, Ayan replies,
"You didn't greet anyone after coming home—
so God punished you. That's why you're in this condition.
And showing this on live will increase your views!"
Niloy pouts angrily and walks toward the house.
Ayan calls after him,
"Don't be mad, I was just joking. Come on, let's go inside."
Midnight – 12:30 AM
Rod stands alone in a corner of the rooftop.
She didn't step out of her room even once the entire day.
Her meals were sent to her room by her grandmother.
Now, when everyone is asleep, she sneaks up to the rooftop.
Staring at the dark sky, thoughts flood her mind.
"How long will I have to stay hidden from that man?
Why did my life turn out like this?
Why did my parents leave me alone in this cruel world?"
Tears stream down her face.
"People in this world are so heartless…
no one loves without selfishness.
No one loves me the way you did."
She clutches her chest, overwhelmed by pain and loneliness,
feeling completely broken from within.
She breaks down, sobbing silently.
Her cries echo softly through the still night.
Suddenly, she feels as if someone is nearby.
Rod turns around and sees a shadow moving away from the rooftop door.
Fear grips her.
Swallowing hard, she walks toward the door—but no one is there.
Terrified, she rushes downstairs and collapses onto her bed.
Morning – 8:30 AM
SLAP!
A sharp slap lands on Rod's cheek.
The impact is so strong that her lip splits, blood trickling down.
A clear handprint appears on her face.
With trembling eyes, Rod lowers her gaze.
Prologue End
Story Title: Boundless Love