Australia's golden beaches stretched for miles, the waves crashing gently onto the sand. Five-year-old Mukul Sharma, though far from his Delhi villa, loved watching the ocean and sketching the seven stars in his notebook, imagining them guiding his path.
One morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Mukul noticed a tiny girl sitting alone, picking up seashells. She looked lost and a little scared. Mukul approached softly.
"Hi, are you okay?" he asked.
The girl looked up with wide, curious eyes. "I… I can't find my family," she whispered.
Her name was Kiara Sinclair, four, India-Australia mix. Despite being younger than Mukul, her eyes held wisdom beyond her years. Mukul smiled gently. "Don't worry. I'll help you find them."
Together, they walked along the beach, Mukul pointing out landmarks—palm trees, a small lifeguard station, a colourful beach hut. Kiara listened intently, holding Mukul's hand.
As they walked, Kiara noticed the cluster of seven stars on his neck. Her eyes widened. "Your… stars," she whispered. "They're special."
Mukul nodded shyly. "They help me remember… important things."
Kiara's small face grew serious. "I will help you too," she said softly, but her voice carried a quiet strength. "I will watch over you and be with you when you need it."
Mukul's heart felt light. Even though Kiara was younger, her insight and wisdom made her a unique companion. He realized that age didn't define strength—sometimes, courage and understanding came in the smallest forms.
They spent the morning collecting shells and drawing stars in the sand. Mukul showed her how he sketched his constellation, and Kiara eagerly added her own little stars around his drawings. Laughter and smiles filled the beach, but beneath the innocence, a bond of destiny was quietly forming.
As the tide rose, Mukul noticed a group of adults looking around, calling out. "That must be your family," he said gently.
Kiara ran into their arms, turning back once more to Mukul. "I will find you again, Mukul Sharma," she whispered. "And I will always protect you."
Mukul smiled shyly, feeling the warmth of her promise. She might have been small, but her words carried weight and determination. Even across the world, he felt a strange sense of security knowing she would watch over him.
That evening, Mukul sat on the sand, sketchbook open. He drew the sixth star, adding tiny seashells and waves around it, a symbol of Kiara's guidance, wisdom, and gentle protection.
Across continents and oceans, the constellation of the Seven Stars was slowly coming together. Kiara Sinclair, small yet wise, had become the sixth star—innocent but steadfast, ready to be a guiding presence and protector in Mukul's destiny.
And as Mukul looked out at the sun setting over the water, he didn't know that these meetings were not just coincidences. Each star, each vow, and each promise was preparing him for the day his life would be tested and his destiny revealed.
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