Shubman Gill an emerging cricketer who is the apple of the eye of Rohit and Virat needs to marry Rohit's sister Aditi Sharma who is a singer due to certain circumstances.
Will there be love between them? Or will there be just the responsibilities be...
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over Chandigarh. Aditi's phone buzzed insistently on the cluttered coffee table, interrupting the quiet afternoon. With a sense of anticipation, she picked up the call. The music producer's voice crackled through the line, "Aditi, we need you here for the recording. Can you make it?"
"Yes, sir?" Aditi replied, her heart racing. The opportunity was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. But there was a catch—a heavy one. Shubman lay weak and feverish in front of her. She couldn't leave him alone, not when he needed her most.
Shubman's voice, fragile yet determined, reached her ears. "Go and record, na. I'll be fine." His eyes, once vibrant, now held shadows of pain. Aditi hesitated, torn between her passion for music and her commitment to Shubman.
"But—" she began, only to be cut off by his gentle insistence. "No buts and ifs. Go and record." His forehead wrinkled, and Aditi leaned down to kiss it. "I'll be back quickly," she promised, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.
In her room, Aditi changed into a cream-colored kurta—an elegant fusion of tradition and modernity. The sleeveless top boasted delicate buttons down the center, while the flowing, slightly translucent material cascaded gracefully to her knees. Black pants peeked out from beneath, practical yet hidden. Her open-toed heels shimmered with metallic allure, a touch of glamour for the recording studio.
She braided her hair, securing it with a silver clip. Minimal makeup adorned her face, emphasizing her expressive eyes.
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Bag in hand, she stepped into the living room. "Ma," she said, her voice soft, "I'm off to the studio. Keep an eye on Shub."
Keart smiled. "Sure, baccha. Sing your heart out and come back victorious." Aditi nodded, her resolve firm. As she drove to the studio, she glimpsed Aditya Shetty, the music director's son, waiting outside. His eyes held admiration, and she returned a quick smile.
Inside the studio, Aditi's voice soared. She poured her soul into the song, filling the room with melodies that danced between joy and sorrow.
Haan Hai Koi To Wajah To Jeena Ka Maza Yun Aane Laga Yeh Hawaon Mein Hai Kya Thoda Sa Jo Naasha Yun Chaane Laga Pucho Na Pucho Mujhe Kya Hua Hai Teri Raahon Mein Aakar Pucho Na Pucho Mujhe Kya Milega Teri Baahon Mein Aakar Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan O Raama Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan
Todi Mene Sare Hi Bandhan Zamaane Tere Todongi Na Mein Vada Aadha Hissa Mere To Dil Ki Kahaani Ka Tu Piya Mein Baaki Aadha Dekho Na Dekho Mujhe Hua Hai Teri Yaadon Mein Khokar Pucho Na Pucho Mujhe Kya Hua Teri Baaton Mein Jeekar Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan O Raama Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan
Mere Jaise Lakho Mile Honge Tujhko Piya Mujhe To Mila Tu Hi Tu Hi Mere Hooton Ki Khilti Hui Se Hasi Gila Bhi Piya Tu Hi Dekho Na Dekho Mujhe Kya Hua Hai Tujhe Sapano Mein Laakar Pucho Na Pucho Mujhe Kya Hua Hai Teri Baaton Mein Aakar Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaye Jannat Dikhaye Haan O Raama Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaye Jannat Dikhaye Haan
Haan Hai Koi To Wajah To Jeena Ka Maza Yun Aane Laga Yeh Hawaon Mein Hai Kya Thoda Sa Jo Naasha Yun Chaane Laga Pucho Na Pucho Mujhe Kya Hua Hai Teri Raahon Mein Aakar Pucho Na Pucho Mujhe Kya Milega Teri Baahon Mein Aakar Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan O Raama Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan O Raama Yeh Ishq Haaye Baithe Bithaaye Jannat Dikhaaye Haan
