Kehte hai na ki bhagwaan par vishwas rakh kya pata tujhe teri khushi kis roop mein mil jaye
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Alisha's pov
My secretary entered the room, breaking the moment of anticipation with her presence. My secretary was flabbergasted because someone entered the room without prior notice to me . As she learned that the unexpected visitor was Aniket, a sense of surprise mingled with curiosity and i think appreciation was being sensed in her demeanour .
"Ohh that' s great you guys got to meet each other Mam this is... "
"I know he is Mr Aniket Maheshwari the CEO and the Chairman of Maheshwari group of industries "
"Yes Mam and sir she is "
"I know Ms Radhika who she is you are not required to introduce her to me . Inhe toh pura Rajsamand janta hai "
"Yes Sir Mam ne company ke liye kaam hei itne achein kiyen hein ki almost sab hei jantein hein mam ko "
I could sense jealousy in her voice but i didn't felt that i was required to point that out so i stayed out of it
" So sir! Shall I bring something for you coffe tea aur lemonade aur even a brownie I remember you liked the brownies that were made in our cafeteria the last time you visited so shall I bring that for you"
There that was the adoration which she felt for him and i could sense that. Though one would say that it is a best quality that i can identify what kind of a person one is by just observing them but i feel that it is one of the quality I don't adore much and that's a story of another time
" No thank you Ms Radhika for the offer but i was just here to have a chat with Ms Alisha so... "
" Sir sirf Radhika kahiye na "
Before he could reply and their conversation could head with some nonsensical topic I decided to intervene
"Thank you so much Radhika for taking care of our guests but i guess that I can take it from here... You may go home only if you have completed the assigned tasks and if you wish to go home "
"Sure Mam "
As My secretary exited the room, a moment of stillness settled in the space. The air seemed charged with the anticipation of the impending conversation . The subtle shift in dynamics was palpable, a reminder of the countless interactions and connections that wove through the tapestry of our lives.
The door's closure left me alone with my thoughts, and the room's atmosphere carried a blend of curiosity and contemplation. The conversation that would unfold beyond that closed door held the potential to shape the trajectory of projects, collaborations, and perhaps even personal interactions.
As the seconds ticked by, the sound of distant voices filtered through the door, a faint murmur of conversation that remained just beyond my grasp.
"Mr Maheshwari i guess humari secretary humse jyada apko pasand karti hai "
"Are kuch bhi kaheti hain ap Alisha ji humne toh kabhi unhe uss nazar se dekha bhi nhi "
"Are humne kab kaha ki ap unhe un nazron se dekhtein hein humne toh kaha ki apko woh un nazron se dekhti hein "
"Alisha ji yaar.. Acha rehne dein in baaton ko.. Ap batayie ap kaisi hain "
"Hum filhal toh kafi achein hain Mr Maheshwari hum kahe rehein the ki apki company ke sath abhi tak jitni bhi deals hui hain ek baar unhe wapas consideration mein le ana chahiye toh kal meeting rakh rehein hein hum doopher ke dhai baje "
"Ji thik hai Alisha Ji "
Aniket's phone pierced the air with its ringing, momentarily diverting the course of our conversation. With a polite nod, he excused himself to answer the call, leaving me with a sense of anticipation. The nature of the call seemed to carry a weight that demanded his immediate attention.
As Aniket's conversation unfolded on the other end of the line, his voice carried a mixture of concern and urgency. The words he spoke hinted at a situation that required his intervention. His mention of his sister's potential mischief was a window into a complex personal dynamic, one that appeared to hold its own set of challenges.
The announcement that he needed to leave early, driven by the certainty that his sister's actions demanded his attention, added an unexpected layer to our encounter. The personal obligations that often intersected with professional lives were a reminder that beyond boardrooms and business deals, everyone had their own stories, responsibilities, and concerns to navigate.
The room seemed to hold a sense of understanding, a recognition of the intricacies that shaped our lives beyond the realm of professional interactions. Aniket's departure carried with it an air of unpredictability, a reminder that life often moved in unforeseen directions, guiding our actions and decisions.
As Aniket prepared to leave, the room held a fleeting moment of connection. Our paths had converged for this brief encounter, leaving an impression that lingered in the air even as he exited. The space was transformed, not just by our exchange of words, but by the reminder that every individual carried their own stories, their own obligations, and their own journeys that intertwined in the larger tapestry of life.
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Aniket's Pov :
Upon my arrival home, I was greeted by a whirlwind of chaos. The usually serene atmosphere had been transformed into a bustling hive of activity, with everyone scurrying about, their hands full and their energy palpable. It was clear that something of great significance was afoot, something that had everyone on their toes.
Amidst the commotion, I caught snippets of hurried conversations and caught the infectious sense of urgency that seemed to hang in the air. People were dashing from one room to another, arranging and rearranging furniture, placing decorations with meticulous precision, and ensuring that every detail was impeccable.
As I navigated through the organized chaos, it became apparent that this was no ordinary day. The house was being readied as if to welcome someone of utmost importance, someone whose presence was a cause for both excitement and a touch of nervous anticipation.
The aroma of delectable dishes wafted from the kitchen, indicating that a feast was in the making. The clinking of glassware and the rustling of cloth suggested that a grand table was being set, adorned with a finery fit for a special occasion.
Amidst the frenzy, I found a few spare moments to catch the eyes of some family members, hoping to glean a hint of who the esteemed guest might be. Yet, each exchanged glance only deepened the mystery, as knowing smiles were sent towards Aditya and playful glances were exchanged.
In the midst of it all, I couldn't help but marvel at the dedication and unity with which everyone worked together. The chaos was orchestrated chaos , a symphony of preparations that bore witness to the importance of the impending event.
As the final touches were put into place and the house transformed into a picture of elegance, I felt a contagious excitement take hold of me. Whoever this special guest was, their arrival was anticipated with fervor, and I couldn't wait to be part of the momentous occasion that had set the entire household abuzz.
Spotting my mother amidst the flurry of activity, I made a beeline towards her. Her composed demeanor stood in stark contrast to the chaos around us, and I hoped she held the key to unraveling the mystery of the important guest who was about to grace our home.
"Maa ," I began, my curiosity evident in my tone, "aj ghar pe kafi chel pahele hai koi khass aane wala hai kya jinke liye yeah taiyari ho rehi hai ?"
She glanced at me with a twinkle in her eyes, clearly amused by my curiosity. "Huh ahh apki observation skills kafi achi hai ani.. Haa koi khaas mehmaan hei aa reha hai "
My heart raced in anticipation. "Ab ap baatene ka kshat bhi kar lene Matashri ki yeah mahan insaan hai kon ?"
She chuckled softly, enjoying the suspense. "Well let's just say ki Shlok aur diya ki badmashiyan itni badh gayi hai ki unhone Ap ke papa ke phone se unke life ke almost bahut jyada important person ko msg and even mail karke ghar aane ka nimantran de diya hai ."
I frowned, trying to piece the puzzle together. "Toh woh insaan koi formal acquaintance yeah business associate hai?"
She shook her head, her smile warm and tender. "Naah baacha . Yeah jo insaan humare ghar aa rahein hein unka connection bahut ghere hai kisi bhi associate se jyada . Unka mehtwa bahut gehre hai humare pariwar ke sath ."
As her words settled in, a rush of realization washed over me. I began to understand that the importance of this occasion lay not just in the grandeur of the preparations, but in the sentiment behind them. The guest was someone who had touched our lives in profound ways, someone whose presence carried a weight of significance that couldn't be measured by material standards.
With newfound understanding, I felt a sense of excitement and gratitude fill me. Whoever this special guest was, their imminent arrival held the promise of cherished moments and meaningful connections, reminding us all of the bonds that define our family..
As my mother and I engaged in conversation in our room, a sudden voice resonated from the living room, interrupting our discussion. The tone of the voice carried a sense of announcement, capturing our attention and sparking a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
"Jai shree krishna Bhabhi ji "
We exchanged a quick glance, both intrigued by the unexpected interruption. With a shared sense of curiosity, we made our way to the living room to uncover the source of the voice and the purpose of its proclamation.
As we entered the room, our eyes fell upon a figure standing amidst an elegantly arranged gathering. The room had been transformed into a space of warmth and festivity, with decorations and subtle touches that hinted at the importance of the occasion.
And there, standing at the heart of it all, was the person who had spoken, their smile radiating warmth and familiarity. Their presence seemed to light up the room, and the joy that danced in their eyes was contagious, spreading a sense of celebration among those who had gathered.
In that moment, my mother and I exchanged a knowing look, understanding dawning upon us. The voice that had carried through the room had announced the arrival of none other than the individual we had been speculating about - the special guest who held a treasured place in our hearts.
As the realization settled in, our surprise gave way to heartfelt smiles and genuine embraces. It was a reunion filled with emotion and a deep sense of appreciation for Vinod uncle whose impact on our lives was immeasurable.
Amidst the warmth of the gathering, I realized that sometimes, the most meaningful moments are the ones that catch us by surprise. The arrival of vinod uncle had marked the beginning of a celebration that would etch itself into our memories, a celebration of the bonds that connected us and the love that defined our family.
"Jai Shree Krishna Bhaisahab are baithiye na bhaisahab "
"Pranam Uncle "
"Khush rahon bacchon "
"Aur bataiye bhaisahab kaisi hai ab apki tabiyat "
"Humari tabiyat mei toh ab kafi sudhaar hai humare janab kaha hai unke phone se msg aaya ki jaldi aao milne kuch important baat hai aur mahasaye khud hei gayab hai "
"Hum yahan hain aur kaha jayenge ap hei bataiye "
Dad said entering the room and then they shared a hug
The elders settled themselves, forming a circle of shared stories and cherished memories. As they began to speak, their voices carried a rich tapestry of experiences, laughter, and wisdom. The room seemed to hold its breath, reverent and hushed, as if it understood the significance of the tales that were about to unfold.
One by one, they spoke of bygone days, of adventures and misadventures, of challenges met and triumphs achieved. The room was filled with hearty laughter, punctuated by the occasional nostalgic sigh. Time melted away, and the present became a mere backdrop as the elders wove an intricate narrative of the past.
Amidst the stories, I found myself enraptured by their recollections. These were not just anecdotes; they were pieces of history that had shaped our family, that had formed the foundation upon which we stood today.
As the conversation flowed, the hours slipped away unnoticed. The hands of the clock continued their steady march, yet time seemed to have surrendered to the magic of the moment. The midnight hour crept upon us, casting a gentle reminder that the night was waning, yet none seemed eager to bid the gathering farewell.
It was in the quiet moments between stories, in the knowing glances exchanged between generations, that the essence of this gathering truly shone. The love, respect, and sense of belonging were palpable, creating a bond that transcended the passing of hours.
Finally, as the clock chimed past midnight, there was a collective sigh. The elders exchanged smiles, realizing that time had taken flight without their notice. They had relived old memories, reignited old bonds, and created new moments to cherish.
As the gathering came to an end, there was a sense of contentment in the air, a feeling that the night had been well spent. Hugs were exchanged, and promises of more gatherings were made. With hearts full of gratitude, we dispersed, carrying with us the warmth of togetherness and the beauty of a night that had turned into something truly timeless.
Exhausted by the day's events, we all retired to our respective chambers, the weariness in our bodies a testament to the emotions and activities that had filled our hours. The tranquility of the night enveloped us as we sought the solace of sleep, each step towards our beds a silent acknowledgment of the shared moments and bonds that had defined the day.
As I lay down and closed my eyes, the memories of the gathering and the conversations lingered in my mind like gentle lullabies. The laughter, the stories, the heartfelt embraces-they all wove themselves into the fabric of my thoughts, soothing me into a state of peaceful reflection.
The day's events, with their vibrant emotions and engaging interactions, had indeed taken a toll on our bodies. Yet, it was a toll well worth paying, for the connections we had strengthened, the memories we had created, and the love we had shared.
In the stillness of the night, as the world outside slumbered, I found a profound sense of gratitude for the day that had passed. The weariness would soon dissipate, replaced by the freshness of a new day, but the impact of those cherished moments would remain, a treasure to carry forward into the days yet to come. And as sleep gradually embraced me, I couldn't help but smile, thankful for the beauty of shared experiences and the comfort of a home filled with love.
The following morning, shortly after the clock struck twelve, I made my way towards my car. The day held an important agenda - a scheduled meeting between my company and Alisha's company. With the distance between our offices considerable, I knew an early start was necessary to ensure I arrived on time.
As I settled into the driver's seat, my mind focused on the upcoming meeting. A sense of anticipation hummed within me; the potential collaborations and discussions that could shape our professional paths were indeed intriguing.
The journey ahead was not a short one. Alisha's office was a good two and a half hours away from my home. I had anticipated the distance, adjusting my schedule accordingly to ensure I would arrive well before the appointed time. Traffic and road conditions could be unpredictable, and I was committed to making a punctual impression.
The car's engine purred to life as I pulled out of my driveway, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the horizon. The road stretched ahead, a ribbon of possibility leading towards a destination where business objectives and shared aspirations awaited discussion.
As I navigated the familiar streets that would eventually give way to the highway, my thoughts flitted between the practicalities of the meeting and the underlying intrigue of reconnecting with Alisha. Professional conversations aside, there was a personal connection that had sparked interest, making the meeting hold an extra layer of significance.
Hours on the road stretched ahead, but my focus remained unwavering. The promise of a productive meeting, the potential for collaboration, and the intriguing blend of business and personal interactions propelled me forward. The journey was more than just a physical one - it was a voyage towards possibilities, connections, and the weaving of stories yet to unfold.
As I was on my way I realized what Alisha had said So I headed towards the nearest florist and asked him to prepare a beautiful bouquet
As I reached Alisha's office I was on time because apparently Alisha was busy with some other meetings as she entered the room I greeted her with a smile and the bouquet the black rose bouquet
"Good afternoon Alisha ji.. Yeah apke liye"
"Thank you so much Mr Maheshwari but iski kya jarurat thi "
"Hume jyada takleef uthaiye nhi thi ap chill karein"
"Par humne toh apse maazak mein kaha tha "
"Par humne toh saach maan liya "
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