Bedastoor Ishq: There's No End to Love

Chapter 1: His Family

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Malhotra Mansion
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Nyonika Malhotra along with her husband Ekansh Malhotra was seated in the living room sipping their morning beverages. Few papers were scattered on the coffee table while couples had frowns on their forehead seeing them.

Nyonika: Ekansh aise toh hum kabhi bhi Vivaan ke liye ek perfect bride nahi dhoondh payege.

Ekansh: Patience Mrs. Malhotra. Aise hi thode mere bete ke liye aapko perfect bride mil jayegi. Bhai laakhon main ek hai mera beta toh bahu bhi uski takkar ki honi chahiye na.

Nyonika: Ekansh aapko mazak sujh raha hai. Aap baitho aur apne bete ke gun gao Mujhe kaam hai main jaa rhi hoon.

Ekansh: Oho meri soniye! Naaraz na ho tu

Nyonika looked away and bit her lips.

Nyonika: accha main iss baare main maa se baat karungi. Let's see what she thinks.

Ekansh nodded and got back to reading newspaper while Nyonika was about to get up when Preet walked in. Nyonika and Ekansh greeted her. Nyonika immediately went and served her tea.

Preet: kya baate ho rahi hai subha subha. Aur yeh sab kya hai? Ekansh office ka kaam aise ghar pe laake fehlaya mat karo.

Ekansh: maa yeh office ka kaam nahi hai.

Preet: Toh phir kya hai?

Ekansh: apni bahu se puchiye.

Preet looked at Nyonika with raised eyebrows who meekly replied.

Nyonika: yeh woh bio-data of girls for Vivaan.

Preet smiled immediately and started looking through them. Almost 15 minutes later she kept the papers back on the table.

Preet: ek bhi kudi Vivaan ke layak nahi.

Nyonika: wohi toh maa. Isse pehle aaye teen rishte main se do hume pasand nahi aaye aur ek ko Vivaan thukra chuka hai. Aise toh kaise chalega.

Preet: Oho Nyonika! Thand rakh! Dekhna mere Vivaan ke liye na bhagwan ji ne heera chuna hoga. Akhir mera pota kisi heere se kam thodi hai.

Ekansh giggled making Nyonika glare at him. Preet looked at them confusingly.

Ekansh: maine bhi yahi kaha tha maa. Lekin aapki bahu ko lagta hai main mazak kar raha hoon.

Nyonika pouted. Her eyes were clouded with sadness. Seeing her upset face early morning Ekansh helplessly looked at his mother who gave him an assuring look back. She again looked through the bunch of papers and photographs lying on the coffee table and picked out one picture from there.

Preet picks up a biodata, peering over her glasses with a discerning eye. Her years have honed her ability to read between the lines, to see beyond mere words on paper.

Preet: Hmm, this one seems promising. But tell me, Nyonika, does she enjoy music? You know how Vivaan's eyes light up when he talks about his guitar.

Nyonika: I... I'm not sure, Maa. I didn't think to check.

Preet chuckles softly, her laughter echoing warmth.

Preet: "It's these little things, Nyo puttar. Love is woven from the threads of shared joys, not just grand gestures.

Nyonika leans in, her curiosity piqued by Preet's wisdom.

Nyonika: You're right, Maa. I've been so focused on finding a bride who matches Vivaan's stature, I forgot to consider ki mujhe ek aisi bahu chahiye jo mere bete ke dil ki dhadkan ho.