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In the tranquil evening at the Rajvansh residence, the entire family gathered on the comfortable sofas,with Akash, a cherished member of the family creating an atmosphere of warmth and togetherness.
"Bhai sahab ka call aaya tha. Kal hi reception rakh rahe hain Prashant aur ashi ki." Naman shared.
[ Bhai called me yesterday . They are planning to hold Prashant and Ashi's reception tomorrow.]
"Itni der kyun?"Arav inquired.
"They had to clear some amounts at Udaipur. So they returned back yesterday only," Piyush explained and the family nodded in understanding.
After some discussion, a contemplative silence fell over them as they quietly scrolled through their phones.
"Mummy mujhe na aaj SOOJI KA HALWA khane ka man kar raha hai," Arushi interjected suddenly ,catching Shashwat's attention.
[Mom, I feel like eating SOOJI KA HALWA today.]
"Sach me..kash koi hamare liye bhi sooji ka halwa banata." Akash said dramatically.
[Really... I wish someone would make halwa for us too.]
"To mai banati hun na if you all want to eat that." Ishika said,smiling.
[Sure, I'll make it if you all want to eat that.]
"No choti maa, not you." Arushi said.
"Then?" Ishika asked with a frown.
"Bhaiya won't you make sooji ka halwa for us? Darsh chimed in.
"Why would he? I will prepare." Kirti said.
"Nahi mummy, Aisi udti udti khabar aayi hai ki bhaiya sooji ka halwa bahot tasty banate hain," Arushi said giving a teasing glance to Shashwat, eliciting disapproving glares from him.
[No, Mom, there's a flying rumor that brother makes very tasty sooji ka halwa.]
"Really, Shashwat?"Naman inquired curiously.
"I don't know ye kya keh rahi hai. Papa, I should leave for the library." Shashwat retorted, making a swift exit to his room, leaving his amused siblings and friend stifling laughter.
"Ok aunty uncle I should also leave now." Akash said and walked away.
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As Akash parked his bike near the restaurant the next morning, he spotted Richa sitting there, prompting a perplexed frown. He approached her, questioning, "Richa, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, you finally arrived! You took so long," she complained.
"But why are you here? And at this time?" he inquired, puzzled.
"First, sit down properly," she insisted, and he obliged, taking a seat in front of her.
"Now tell me. Yahan kya kar rahi ho?" He asked and Richa produced a lunch box and placed it before him.
"Breakfast for you. No need for unhealthy outside food from now on. I'll bring breakfast for you every day," she declared, surprising and overwhelming Akash. He gazed at her for a moment before responding,
"Richa, I... You... there was no need. I can manage."
"I know you can manage, Akash. But please let me do this for you," she pleaded.
"But what did you tell your mother?" He asked, concerned.
"I told her I want extra lunch for my friend who lives in the hostel," she admitted, avoiding eye contact.
"Richa, tumhe mere liye ye sab karne ki zarurat nahi hai." he insisted.
"Shut up! Chup chap se Khao. Aur mai ye sab tumhare liye nahi apne hone vale boyfriend ke liye kar rahi hun. Taki wo unhealthy kha kha kar mota na ho jaye." she retorted, folding her arms across her chest.
[Shut up! Eat quietly. And I'm not doing all this for you but for my future boyfriend. So that he doesn't become fat by eating unhealthy food.]
"Hone vala boyfriend?" he questioned.
["Future boyfriend?]
"Yeah, well, I'll say yes in the future, and then you'll be my boyfriend, right?" she shrugged, making him chuckle at her logic.
"Now, come on, finish this quickly," she instructed, opening the lunch box to reveal aloo paratha and curd.
"Have you eaten?" he asked, and she nodded.
In this moment, Akash experienced a mix of surprise, gratitude, and amusement. Richa's gesture touched him, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, appreciating the unexpected care and attention from Richa.
As Akash began to eat, his eyes welled up with tears, the simple act of Richa caring for his breakfast touching a chord he hadn't realised was so tender. His own father had never shown such concern for his well-being.
Noticing his tears, Richa quickly shifted her chair closer, gently wiping them away.
"Itna kharab bana hai kya, that you started crying?" she asked, concerned. He managed a smile, shaking his head,
[Does it taste bad?]
"No, it's really good."
"What about the pickle? You haven't tasted it," she remarked, holding it near his mouth. After a moment's hesitation, he relented, tasting it.
"It's good," he admitted, and she returned it to the box.
"Akash," she called softly.
"Hmm?" he responded.
"Can I ask you something?" she inquired.
"You don't need my permission to ask something," he replied, looking at her.
"Where do you have lunch? In the canteen?" she asked.
"No... Shashwat brings it from home since childhood. I resisted initially, but aunty always sent lunch for me," he explained.
"Why did you resist?" Richa's curiosity led her to delve deeper.
"I thought I could manage, but Shashwat insisted. He's like a brother to me," Akash confessed. "His family never made me feel like an outsider. They treated me equally. If I made mistakes, they scolded me; if I did something good, they praised me."
As Richa listened, Akash continued, "My own father never cared about things like parents' teachers' meetings. Shashwat's parents, on the other hand, always attended as my guardians. They treated us as part of their family, and that made all the difference in the world."
"Accha.. tumhe mujhse..I mean..How did you fall for me?" She finally asked, a question she had always wanted to pose.
"Do you remember our first meeting?" he inquired, and she struggled to recall.
"I don't," she admitted.
"When I was in 3rd class," he began, and a flashback unfolded.
FLASHBACK
Akash was a naive 8-year-old with a voice that hadn't quite caught up with his age.
A young Akash walked toward his 3rd-grade class, his small frame bustling through the school corridors. Inadvertently, he collided with some mischievous 2nd-grade children, causing his handkerchief to flutter to the ground.
"Cholly," he uttered in his characteristic babbling voice, drawing laughter from the surrounding children. Undeterred, he bent down to retrieve his handkerchief, only to have it snatched away by a boy from the 2nd grade.
"See, he's still a kid! He talks like this!" the boy exclaimed, provoking more laughter from the group.
"I am not a kid," Akash asserted, his voice still in its babbling stage, attempting to stand up for himself.
"Hahahahahah!!" The laughter intensified, mocking him relentlessly.
"Mai apne flend to bataunga...wo monital hai. He will give you punishment." Frustrated, Akash attempted to use a threat.
[I will tell this to my friend.]
However, the teasing persisted until a voice cut through the laughter.
"Don't you have manners?" A stern yet determined 7-year-old Richa stood there, hands on her hips.
She strode toward the group, glaring at them, and gave a slight shove to the boy holding Akash's handkerchief. "Leave from here!" she demanded, and the 2nd-grade children scattered.
Turning toward Akash, she handed him his handkerchief with a warm smile.
"Thank you," he managed to say, his gratitude evident in his eyes. Richa, in response, simply smiled back before walking away.
FLASHBACK ENDS
The flashback ended, and Akash continued his story.
"And then I saw you with Arushi on the same day. After that, I felt grateful to you, but as we grew up, I didn't realise when I fell in love with you."
"Oh God! Now, I am remembering little by little. But I never knew that you liked me since then." Richa, surprised, exclaimed.
"You were the only one, other than Shashwat, who never made fun of my voice at that time. Everyone thinks that I fell for your beauty. But your pure heart made me fall for you," he confessed, looking at her with sincerity.
Richa gazed at him with affection and love, realizing the depth of his feelings. His pure love, resilience, and ability to find joy despite life's challenges resonated with her, making her fall for him more each day. She hadn't anticipated the sincerity and depth of Akash's emotions, and in that moment, she found herself drawn even closer to him.
"Accha chalo ab... we are getting late," Akash said, satisfied after finishing breakfast.
"Haan... give me the lunch box," Richa requested.
"Arre, I will return it after washing it," he assured.
"Accha? Phir mai kal kisme lekar aaungi lunch?" she teased, taking the lunch box.
"Let's go," he suggested, and they walked towards his bike.
Seated on the bike, Richa held his shoulders protectively, a gesture that brought a genuine smile to Akash's face. The subtle warmth of her touch made the journey ahead seem not just about reaching a destination but about cherishing the moments spent together.
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Within the serene confines of the classroom, Shashwat diligently undertook the task of collecting notebooks from his peers. The hum of muted conversations filled the air until an unexpected conversation about Siya caught his attention.
"Which Siya?" he inquired, a subtle hint of curiosity playing on his features.
"Arre Reyansh's sister... She is actually very beautiful. I sent her a follow request, but she didn't accept it," one boy divulged.
"Arre, she is too rude... She didn't even reply to my message request sent months back. But hot to hai yaar," added the other, blissfully unaware of the storm they were about to invoke.
A sudden surge of anger transformed Shashwat's demeanour. He pivoted sharply, slamming the notebooks onto Satyam and Vikas' bench with a force that cut through the classroom's ambient noise.
"Satyam, Vikas, where are your notebooks?" he demanded, his voice now carrying a stern authority that contrasted sharply with his usual calmness.
"Shashwat yaar... we forgot to complete it. Please don't tell anything to sir," Satyam pleaded, his voice a low murmur of regret.
"Of course!! Yahan baith ke dusre ki behno ke baare me bakwas karne se fursat milegi, phir na work complete karna yaad aayega!" Shashwat retorted, a mocking smile accentuating his stern expression. His tone morphed into a dangerous edge,
[Discussing someone else's sisters here won't help. Focus on completing your work, then you won't have time for such discussions.]
"Listen carefully!! She is my... my best friend's sister, so if he gets to know what you're saying about his sister, then you know the consequences. To uske baare me mai ab se ek bhi bakwas nahi sunna chahta. Aayi baat samajh me??"
As Shashwat delivered this warning, his emotions ran deep, veiled possessiveness and protectiveness for Siya carefully masked under the guise of Reyansh. Satyam and Vikas exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions transitioning from casual chatter to wide-eyed astonishment.
They nodded hastily and Shashwat moved away with an air of controlled authority. Their eyes followed him, struggling to reconcile the composed figure they knew with the assertive and formidable presence he had just displayed.
"Sir, Satyam and Vikas haven't completed the work," Shashwat reported, smirking slightly as he savoured the shock etched on their faces.
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On the other side of the narrative, Ritika and Arav stood by the bus arranged by their college for an upcoming seminar. As they boarded, Arav claimed the window seat with swift confidence.
"Arre swami, I want that seat. Mai yahan nahi baith sakti," Ritika insisted.
[I cannot sit here.]
"That is your problem. I am not going to change the seat," Arav retorted, settling into his chosen spot.
"But mujhe vomiting hoti hai," Ritika pleaded.
[I feel nausea.]
"Really? Mai kya bewakoof dikhta hun tumhe? Try these tricks at someone else. Sit here quietly," Arav dismissed her concerns, leaving Ritika with a resigned sigh.
[Really? Do I look foolish to you?]
"Kaise insan hain aap! Apni pran sakhi ki bilkul chinta nahi hai," Ritika exclaimed dramatically.
[How are you as a person! You don't care about your pran sakhi at all.]
"What? Kiski sakhi?" Arav asked, puzzled.
"Pran sakhi... Matlab lover," she clarified, prompting an eye-roll from Arav who shifted his attention back to his mobile.
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Amidst the festive preparations in the school, children bustled around, adorning the surroundings with Diwali decorations. Siya, accompanied by her friends, was engrossed in embellishing the board near the stage when a teacher approached.
"Arushi, beta, will you please make rangoli? Maine dekha tha tumne August me jo Rangoli competition hua tha usme bahot acchi rangoli banai thi," the teacher requested, recalling her artistic prowess . She nodded with a warm smile, ready to take on the task.
"I will send someone else also to help you in it, and Richa, second floor ke board ki decoration puri bachi hui hai so please go and look at those decorations. Siya will manage here," the teacher instructed before moving away. Arushi and the others nodded, dispersing to their assigned tasks.
Arushi settled on the floor, pondering over the rangoli design. After careful consideration, she began sketching it with chalk. In the midst of her creative process, a voice disrupted her thoughts.
"Where is the blue colour?" she muttered, searching for the elusive shade. To her delight, she spotted someone placing a box of blue colours nearby.
"Thank you," she said, glancing up to find Reyansh standing there. He smiled warmly in response and took a seat beside her.
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In the bustling ground , Shashwat engaged in a conversation with his junior volunteer, oblivious to the impending situation. Meanwhile, Siya walked towards the room to gather supplies for the ongoing decorations. Unbeknownst to her, a leaking pipe threatened to shower water directly in her path.
Shashwat, ever observant, quickly assessed the situation. Spotting Siya approaching, he improvised, using his shoes to cover the leak, ensuring she could pass by unscathed. Siya, grateful for his subtle yet thoughtful gesture, exchanged a smile with Shashwat, who nodded in return.
As Siya continued on her way, Akash, another acquaintance of Shashwat, witnessed the entire exchange. Seizing the opportunity, he approached the spot where Shashwat had covered the leak. Without warning, he removed Shashwat's shoe, causing the water to shower directly onto his face.
"Kitna bada kamina hai tu!!" Akash exclaimed, walking away and wiping the water off his face.
[Such a rascal you are.]
"Kyun? Aur tu bheega kaise? Dekh ke nahi chal sakta tha?" Shashwat retorted as the junior boy hurriedly left the scene.
[Why? And how did you get wet? You can't walk while looking?]
"Tujhe mai mukke se marunga. Matlab Siya ke liye pipe cover kar liya aur mere aate hi hata diya," Akash complained.
[I will punch you. I mean, I covered the pipe for Siya, and as soon as I arrived, you removed it.]
"Ohh sorry, I didn't see you coming," Shashwat apologised.
"Haan aaj kal tujhe Siya ke alawa kuch dikhta kahan hai," Akash remarked with a sigh, teasing Shashwat about his apparent focus on Siya.
[Yes, these days, you don't seem to notice anything other than Siya.]
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In a scene unfolding at a different juncture, Ritika found herself in a moment of discomfort, her body betraying her as she vomited beside the road. Behind her, Arav stood with a reassuring presence, offering solace by rubbing her back and handing her a bottle of water.
"Take it," he said, gently giving her the water bottle and opening it. Ritika, grateful for the gesture, wiped her mouth clean. Arav, ever prepared, suggested,
"Mai paper soap lekar aata hun." Swiftly, he retrieved a pack of paper soap, and Ritika, appreciative of his thoughtfulness, washed her hands, releasing a sigh of relief.
[I am coming with paper soup.]
"Feeling better?" Arav inquired, genuine concern colouring his voice as he continued to provide comfort.
"Haan," Ritika replied, the nausea gradually subsiding under the reassurance of Arav's presence.
"I am sorry... Mujhe laga tum bahana bana rahi ho," Arav apologise sincerely, recognizing his initial misjudgment.
[I thought you are making excuses.]
"Tumhe to meri kisi baat par yakeen hi nahi hota," Ritika expressed, a touch of frustration lacing her words.
[ You never believe me.]
"You should have proved me na," Arav suggested, acknowledging the lack of trust in their interactions.
"What do you mean by prove? Ab kya health certificate par likhwa kar laati ki I feel nausea while travelling in the bus?" Ritika retorted, her frustration evident.
"I didn't mean that. Sorry. Mai tumhare liye cold drink aur kuch chips lekar aata hun. Man accha ho jayega. Tum jaa kar window seat par baith jao," Arav offered, attempting to make amends and provide some comfort. Ritika nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating his concern, as Arav headed off to fetch refreshments.
[I'll bring cold drinks and some chips for you. It'll lighten up your mood. Go and take a seat by the window.]
Having purchased a packet of chips and a cold drink, Arav settled beside Ritika, handing her the packets with a smile.
"Kitne paise huye?" she inquired, reaching for her purse.
[How much amount?]
"Shut up! No need to return it," Arav replied sternly, dismissing any notion of repayment.
"Haan Aryaputra, mana ki aage chal kar hamare bills ek hi ho jayenge par jab tak we are not married tab tak let," Ritika remarked with a playful tone.
[Yes, Aryaputra, even though our bills may merge in the future, until we are married, let it be.]
"Beemar ho phir bhi chup nahi reh sakti na?" Arav asked in disbelief.
[Even if you're sick, you can't stay quiet, right?]
"Bataiye na... kitna hua?" she persisted.
[Tell me.]
"Nahi bataunga. Chup chap baitho," he insisted, and she sighed in response.
[Sit quietly.]
"I have transferred 100 rupees to your account. Ab jitna bacha mujhe vapas kar dijiye," Ritika informed him.
"Ritika!! Maine bola tha na!!" Arav exclaimed.
"Arav please... seriously, mujhe accha nahi lagta agar mere kharch koi aur uthata hai to," she explained. Arav reluctantly returned the change to her without saying anything.
[Seriously, I don't like it when someone else bears my expenses.]
"Gussa ho gaye kya, swami?" she asked, but he remained silent.
[Are you angry?]
"Accha thik hai, shadi ke baad aap hi uthaiyega mere sare kharche," she teased, prompting a subtle smile from Arav.
[Alright, fine. After marriage, you'll take care of all my expenses.]
"Tum nahi sudharne vali na?" he asked, to which she shook her head in the negative. He sighed, shaking his head in mock exasperation, as the banter between Ritika and Arav added a touch of humour to the moment.
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In the vibrant atmosphere of the rangoli-making session, Reyansh and Arushi found themselves lost in the artistic creation, fingers deftly working with colored powders. Amidst their creative endeavor, a girl approached Arushi, seeking guidance. Reyansh couldn't help but notice the subtle glances exchanged, igniting a twinge of jealousy in Arushi's heart.
The girl sought clarification, and Arushi patiently explained the intricacies of the rangoli. Reyansh observed the interaction, sensing a shift in Arushi's demeanor.
"Reyansh, if you have something more important to do, you can go. I'll handle the rangoli."
Reyansh, puzzled by the sudden change, nodded in agreement.
"Tum abhi jao.. We are busy in this." Arushi said to that girl with a tight lipped smile and she left from there. Once alone, curiosity got the better of Reyansh.
"Arushi, what was that?" He asked.
"What? Rangoli was more important," she replied, avoiding direct eye contact.
"By any chance were you jealous?" Reyansh playfully probed.
"Not at all!" Arushi, momentarily flustered, denied the accusation, but the lingering silence spoke volumes.
As they resumed their artistic collaboration, completing the rangoli, Reyansh broke the quietude with a vulnerable admission.
"You know, Arushi, kabhi kabhi tumhe dekh ke aisa lagta hai jaise..."
"Jaise?" Arushi inquired, looking up from their creation, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
"Jaise you have feelings for me," Reyansh confessed, his gaze unwavering and sincere, baring a vulnerability he seldom exposed.
Arushi's eyes meeting Reyansh's, felt a rush of emotions, a mix of surprise, contemplation, and a subtle acknowledgment of a truth she might have been grappling with.
In response, Arushi, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, countered,
"What if I say yes?" The atmosphere hung in suspense as Reyansh absorbed her unexpected response.
The unspoken feelings, suspended in the charged air, created a moment of vulnerability and revelation. Reyansh, momentarily stunned, got up from his place, teasingly suggesting,
"I think I should call ma'am to check it," his playful demeanor masking the genuine surprise that lingered in his eyes.
"At least jawab to de do," Arushi insisted, her eyes revealing a mix of uncertainty and a subtle invitation.
"Then I will think about it," Reyansh replied, shrugging with a smile, leaving Arushi contemplating the uncharted territory their conversation had ventured into.
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At the first floor of the school, Shashwat stood holding a basket filled with rose petals, intended for the rangoli decoration on the ground. As he positioned himself, he overheard Siya's voice and looked down to find her engrossed in decorating a board.
An idea struck him.
Siya, focused on her task, suddenly felt a gentle shower of rose petals. Surprise and happiness adorned her face as she glanced upwards, only to find Shashwat cleverly hidden. Searching for the source, she found no one and returned to her work. Unseen by her, Shashwat resumed showering flowers, ensuring his presence remained a delightful mystery.
Upon catching sight of him the second time, Siya, touched by his sweet gesture, smiled, reciprocating the unspoken connection. Shashwat, appreciating her reaction, moved back, keeping their playful interaction discreet. However, his joy was short-lived as he noticed the approaching figure of the school principal.
Swiftly, Siya diverted to another side, and Shashwat, assuming she had left, resumed showering flowers without checking. Unaware that Siya had returned, he continued his mischievous act.
"What is this? Who is showering flowers on me?" Principal questioned, her tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. Shashwat's eyes widened in panic.
"Shit!" he muttered under his breath as the basket slipped from his hands, landing on the principal's head. Seizing the opportunity, Shashwat swiftly made his escape.
"Who the hell is this?" the principal bellowed, trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious flower showerer. Siya, closing her eyes, prayed silently for Shashwat to evade capture.
"Pata nahi kon batmeez tha !" Principal muttered and walked away while Siya sighed in relief.
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Under the canopy of the night sky, the reception of Prashant and Ashi unfolded in a venue adorned with shimmering lights and elegant decorations. Shashwat's family had already gathered, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation and joy.
Shashwat, clad in a well-fitted suit, stood by the entrance, greeting guests with a warm smile. As the festivities unfolded, the air buzzed with laughter and animated conversations
Guests adorned in elegant attire filled the space, mingling amidst the soft glow of twinkling lights and the gentle hum of music. The air was perfumed with the scent of fresh flowers, and the clinking of glasses echoed through the room as people raised toasts to celebrate the occasion. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and joy, as friends and family came together to share in the festivities.
Shashwat couldn't contain his anticipation as he waited for Siya, eyes fixed on the door.
"They should have arrived by now!! Uncle aunty to aa gaye," he remarked to Akash, who was engrossed in conversation with Richa.
"Arre sabar kar Bhai aa rahi hai Teri Siya. Richa ne baat ki hai wo log pahuchne hi wale hain...," reassured Akash. Just then, Shashwat's gaze shifted to the door, and there, Siya entered with her sister and Richa.
As Shashwat's eyes drifted towards the door, his breath hitched at the sight of Siya standing there, enveloped in a breathtaking lavender saree. The fabric cascaded gracefully around her, accentuating her slender figure and adding an ethereal glow to her complexion. Delicate silver embroidery adorned the borders, shimmering softly under the ambient light, while intricate patterns danced across the fabric, captivating his gaze. Siya's hair was elegantly styled, with tendrils framing her face, and a hint of jasmine adorned her hair, releasing a subtle fragrance that lingered in the air. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and joy, and a gentle smile graced her lips, radiating a sense of serenity and grace. In that moment, Shashwat couldn't help but feel mesmerised by her beauty, captivated by her presence as she stood there, the epitome of elegance and charm.
As Siya's eyes met Shashwat, she felt a warmth spread through her, seeing the depth of adoration reflected in his gaze. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them connected by an invisible thread of affection and admiration. It was a silent exchange that spoke volumes, reaffirming the bond between them in a single glance.
As Arushi and Darsh joined the gathering, Reyansh made his entrance. Akash, seizing the moment, handed a faux flower to Richa, saying,
"An artificial flower for my original one." Laughter echoed as Richa however, responded with a stern look that lingered for a few seconds, coaxing a pout from Akash.
Just as he was about to retract his hand, a smile blossomed on Richa's lips, transforming into a giggle as she accepted the flower.
"Ohooo!!" Siya, Darsh, and Arushi hooted in unison, celebrating the light-hearted exchange. Richa, in turn, playfully hit them on their shoulders, her shy smile adding to the infectious joy of the moment.
Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, Akash couldn't help but admire Richa's blushing face. His smile mirrored the genuine warmth of the scene.
As they made their way inside, Siya stole a glance at Shashwat, who gestured for her to walk ahead. She proceeded with eyes cast down, while he walked behind her.
"Itna late kyun aayi? Everyone was eagerly waiting for you," Akash quizzed, glancing at Shashwat, who discreetly pinched his hand in response.
[Why are you late?]
"Bhaiya kya batayen aapko! Mummy papa ko jab bahar jana hota hai tabhi sare kalesh yaad aate hain. To issi chakkar me late ho gaya," Siya explained, evoking chuckles from the group.
[Brother, what to tell you! When Mom and Dad have to go out, that's when all the chaos comes to mind. So, I got late in this process.]
Ritika and Divya then joined the ensemble.
"Hello everyone!" Ritika greeted, and the group reciprocated.
"Where were you both?" Darsh inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Wo my makeup wasn't done properly so thoda touch up karne gayi thi," Ritika explained.
"Ohh...tumne nahi kiya makeup?" Darsh teased, turning his attention to Divya.
[You haven't done your makeup?]
"Kiya hai, but I prefer light makeup. Mai jada make-up use nahi karti," Divya responded with an air of nonchalance.
"Kya yaar! Apna nahi par dusre ke baare me to socho! Agar koi baccha tumhe dekh ke dar ke bhag gaya to??" Darsh playfully remarked, eliciting gasps from Divya and suppressed laughter from Siya, Ritika, and Reyansh.
[What, man! If not for yourself, at least think about others! What if a child saw you and ran away in fear?]
"Bhaiya!! Dekho apne bhai ko!" Divya whined, casting a glance at Shashwat, who directed a stern glare at Darsh.
"Darsh ye kya tareeka hai baat karne ka? Say sorry to her," Shashwat insisted sternly.
[What is this behaviour?]
"Sorry," Darsh muttered, adding a pout to his apology.
"Vaise mere swami kahan hain?" Ritika inquired, scanning the surroundings for Arav.
[Where is my swani?]
"Bhaiya bahar gaye hain," Darsh replied.
[He is outside.]
Just as the question lingered, Arav joined the group.
"Aap aa gaye Arya Putra... aapki Pratiksha me meri ankhon ke eyeliner sookh gaye," Ritika greeted, a playful grin adorning her face.
[You arrived, Arya Putra... in your wait,the eyeliner of my eyes dried up.]
"Tum na!! Sabke samne shuru mat ho jaya karo," Arav retorted with a good-natured tone.
[You, don't start in front of everyone.]
"Thik hai to chalo akele me," she responded with a wink, prompting controlled laughter from everyone as Arav's eyes widened. After a momentary pause, he redirected the conversation, addressing Siya, Richa, and Divya.
"S.. Siya, Richa, Divya..How are you?" Arav asked, smoothly shifting the focus.
"We are fine bhaiya," they replied in unison, and the group seamlessly transitioned into light-hearted chatter, delving into random topics and sharing laughter.
"Vaise exams kab se start hain?" Arav inquired, turning the discussion towards a more serious note.
[When are your exams.]
"December se... then final exams will be from Feb," Siya responded, and Arav nodded in acknowledgment.
"Bhaiya exam se yaad aaya! Darsh tumne meri maths notebook churayi thi na?" Divya suddenly interjected, steering the conversation into a playful realm.
[Brother, remembering from the exam! Darsh, did you steal my math notebook?]
"Wh...what are you saying? Mai kya koi chor dikhta hun?" Darsh retorted, genuinely offended by the accusation.
[Do I look like a theif?]
"Bilkul! Bhaiya ask him to return my copy," Divya insisted, her tone revealing a mix of frustration and suspicion.
"Darsh, what is this behavior? How could you steal someone's notebook?" Arav questioned, his expression a blend of disappointment and concern.
"Par bhaiya, maine nahi churaya," Darsh defended himself, vehemently denying the allegation.
[But bhaiya, I haven't.]
"Divya, tum kyun mere devar ke peeche padi hui ho. Don't worry Darsh, I am with you," Ritika chimed in, offering Darsh support and patting his shoulders.
[Why are you behind my brother in law.]
"Thank you, bhabhi," Darsh expressed gratitude, seeking solace in Ritika's support.
"Oye! What is this bhabhi?" Arav interrupted, puzzled by the sudden reference.
"Bhabhi means sister-in-law. Aapko itna bhi nahi pata bhaiya?" Darsh clarified, adding a touch of mock surprise.
"Sab ke sab pagal ho," Arav muttered, perhaps overwhelmed by the playful banter, and left the scene.
[You all are crazy.]
"Swami to sharma gaye," Ritika remarked, acknowledging Arav's departure while others chuckled.
[He is shy.]
"Yaar tu to sundar lag rahi hai kitni," Richa complimented Siya.
[You are looking so beautiful.]
Siya's gaze naturally gravitated towards Shashwat, catching him in the act of staring at her with an adorable smile. Blushing, she lowered her eyelashes in response, and he, in turn, redirected his gaze elsewhere, a shy smile playing on his lips.
"Tum bhi," Siya reciprocated, turning her attention to Shashwat. This unexpected compliment surprised him, and he looked down, momentarily grappling with his own shyness.
[You too.]
"Hello, everyone," a voice disrupted the moment. Siya closed her eyes briefly, attempting to conceal her irritation at the familiar sound.
It was Kanak's voice. All eyes turned towards her, as she walked towards them.
Just then, she collided with a waiter carrying a jug of water, resulting in a cascade that drenched her dress.
"What the hell!! Can't you see??" she yelled in frustration.
"Beta bina dekhe aap chal rahi thi," the waiter retorted, nonchalantly walking away.
"Ek kanak.." Siya started.
"Pani me gayi.." Akash continued.
"Chapak!" Darsh interjected, completing the humorous narrative.
"Chapak!" Arushi and Richa chimed in unison, and the entire group burst into laughter. Shashwat, however, looked on, slightly confused.
"What was that?" he inquired, seeking clarification.
"Oops! Sorry Dadiji, woh hum bas apne generation ki kuch baat kar rahe the," Akash explained, chuckling along with the others. Siya suppressed a laugh, and Shashwat responded by smacking Akash on the head playfully.
"Heyy everyone!" Kanak greeted, joining the group. As she moved towards Shashwat, Ritika intercepted, holding her hand.
"Hello Kanak. You are looking pretty. Nashta kiya?" Ritika inquired, sporting a fake smile.
"Nahi Didi..I will eat later," Kanak replied casually.
"To jaa ke Karo na," Ritika insisted.
"Not now Didi," Kanak replied, attempting to move.
"Tum pehle jaa ke nashta kar lo, ham baad me baat karenge. See your friends also arrived. They are calling you," Ritika suggested, pointing towards Kanak's cousins who awaited her attention.
"Ohh..Haan I should go," Kanak acquiesced, diverting her path towards her friends.
"Didi yaar, are you crazy? Itna pyar se baat karne ki kya zaroorat thi?" Siya expressed her frustration.
"Arre itna acha mahol hain kyun apna aur kisi aur ka mood kharab karen. And usse daant padi hogi na Aunty ne uske parents se baat ki thi to. So forget it," Ritika advised, patting Siya on the shoulders.
[Oh, the atmosphere is so good. Why spoil our own and someone else's mood? And she must have been scolded by her parents after Aunt spoke to them. So, forget it.]
"Huh! Aise kaise forget it! Kuch bhi ho sakta tha," Akash remarked, still miffed.
[Anything could have happened.]
"Kuch hua to nahi na? To kya fayda ab ussi baat ko yaad rakhne ka," Ritika replied with a reassuring smile.
[But nothing happened right!?]
Arav, who had just joined them, observed Ritika's remarkable maturity and unwavering positivity. Impressed, he gazed at her for a few seconds before averting his eyes.
"Chalo stage ke paas chalte hain, Bhabhi bhaiya aane wale hain," Darsh suggested, prompting everyone to gather near the stage.
[Let's go to stage.]
The bride and groom made their entrance, and the crowd introduced them, capturing moments with photographs before the cake-cutting ceremony ensued.
After some time, Siya announced,
"Ham hath dhul kar aate hain," placing the cake aside. She headed towards the wash basin, with Shashwat seizing the opportunity to follow suit.
[I am coming after washing my hands.]
Siya washed her hands and turned to leave but was surprised to find Shashwat in front of her.
"Aap yahan kya kar rahe?" she asked, glancing around.
[What are you doing here?]
"Jo tum karne aayi ho... handwash," he replied, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.
"Ohhh!!" she responded in mild disappointment and started to leave.
"Tumhe to sabse baat karne se time nhi hai jo mujhse baat Karo to socha Mai hi kar leta hun," he said, catching her off guard with his unexpected remark.
[You don't have time to talk to me, so I thought I would initiate the conversation with you.]
"Nahi Aisa nahi hai wo bas ... hame yahan aisa sath me khade ho kar baat nahi karni chahiye koi dekhega to pata nhi kya sochega itne relatives hain," she explained, her words carrying a hint of concern.
[No, it's not like that, we just shouldn't stand here and talk together. If someone sees us, they might think something else. There are so many relatives around.]
"Kya matlb mai samjha nahi kya sochega?" Shashwat responded, playing along with a feigned seriousness that struggled to conceal a smile.
[What? I didn't understood.]
"Kuch ulta seedha soch lenge," Siya replied, casting her eyes downward, her cheeks now flushed.
[They will think something else.]
"Kya ulta seedha?" Shashwat continued, feigning innocence.
[What?]
"Yahi ki hamare beech kuch chal raha hai," she admitted, her embarrassment evident.
[That there is something between us.]
"Ummm!! To nahi chal raha hai kya?" Shashwat teased, his gaze playful.
[So there is nothing between us?]
Siya felt her cheeks grow warmer under Shashwat's gaze. Attempting to regain composure, she stammered,
"I-I didn't mean it like that," avoiding eye contact.
"So please explain, what do you mean?" Shashwat prodded further.
. "Wo..." she stammered, a fleeting glance escaping her lowered gaze.
"Hmm?" Shashwat's inquiry was gentle, coaxing her to open up.
"Wo..." she tried again, the syllables lingering on her lips, as if testing the waters of confession.
"Wo kya, Mishti?" Shashwat's use of the endearing nickname was a subtle shift, and as the word 'Mishti' caressed the air, Siya felt an unexpected warmth spreading across her cheeks. A shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips, betraying the emotions that words struggled to convey in the quiet intensity of that moment.
"Kuch nahi," she replied, evading a direct answer, and started walking away. However, her saree pallu got stuck, and she gasped.
[Nothing.]
"Aa..aap kya kar rahe hain? Koi dekh lega to kya sochega!" she whispered anxiously, her face reddening. Shashwat noticed her dupatta stuck near the water tap, controlling his chuckle.
[What are you doing? Someone will see.]
"Please.. leave my pallu," she pleaded.
He stood in front of her, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow, gesturing for her to turn around. Her eyes widened, and she glanced back, finding her pallu stuck at the water tap. Shashwat removed it, and with a smile, he walked away, leaving Siya muttering,
"Karva liya na popat!" She sighed and left the scene, mentally cursing herself for the awkward encounter.
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After some time, everyone was immersed in enjoyment and group dancing. Shashwat and Reyansh stood together, observing the lively scene with smiles on their faces. Reyansh's attention was diverted when he noticed Arushi's suit's dori was undone, and her hair was secured in a bun. Several boys were inappropriately staring at her bare back. Clenching his fist, Reyansh approached Arushi, discreetly taking her wrist and guiding her to an empty area, away from prying eyes.
"What happened? Why did you drag me here?" Arushi questioned, perplexed by the sudden move.
"Aur kya karun? Tumko khud to hosh rehta nahi hai kisi cheez ka," Reyansh remarked, his concern evident.
"Matlab?" she inquired, puzzled, as he gradually moved closer, causing her to retreat.
"Wh..what are you doing?" Arushi asked nervously, moving backward until she was about to collide with a chair. Reyansh swiftly caught her wrist, preventing her from falling, and pulled her towards him.
[And what else can I do? You yourself don't have awareness about anything.]
"Tum ye kya...." Her breath hitched as he moved closer, his hand reaching behind her to secure the dori without touching her back.
He stepped back after tying the dori, and she sighed in relief.
"Thank you," she expressed her gratitude, looking at him.
Reyansh took another step towards her. Confused, Arushi watched as he removed her hairpin, letting her hair cascade freely.
"It looks better," he complimented with a smile before walking away, handing her the hairpin. Arushi touched her hair, a shy smile playing on her lips as she watched him leave.
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Meanwhile, the lively celebration continued with everyone presenting gifts to the newlyweds, and the atmosphere filled with joy. Shashwat, intending to join his friends, was on his way when he spotted an anklet near the water tap. Recognizing it as Siya's, he retrieved it, realizing it must have fallen during their earlier interaction. Determined to return it, he tucked the anklet into his pocket with a mischievous grin.
"Baat karne ka bahana to mila," he thought, chuckling to himself, and headed towards Akash. However, his plans took an unexpected turn when he accidentally collided with Siya, who was gracefully navigating the crowd with a handful of gifts.
Just as this encounter unfolded, someone changed the song, and the melodious notes of "Chori Kiya Re Jiya" filled the air, adding a touch of romance to the festive atmosphere.
[Listen "Chori kiya re jiya" for better experience]
Sanchi Sanchi teri nazrein ek darpan
Dede mann ki yeh khabrein ek pal chin
Siya's eyes, like a reflective mirror, spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Each gaze exchanged between them was a reflection of unspoken sentiments. Shashwat, captivated by the sincerity in her eyes, felt as though her gaze was a mirror revealing the secrets of her heart. The lyrics echoed the silent communication transpiring through their shared glances.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Siya's gaze, akin to a darpan (mirror), conveyed emotions that words failed to express. Shashwat, enchanted by the depth in her eyes, found himself drawn into the unspoken narrative unfolding between them.
Adhro ne kuch na kaha re
Naino ne keh diya ooo
As they both bent down to pick up the scattered boxes, a profound silence enveloped them. Their lips remained sealed, yet their eyes engaged in a silent conversation. The lips refrained from uttering anything, leaving the communication to the eloquent language of their eyes.
In the quietude of the moment, the lyrics of the song perfectly encapsulated their unspoken connection.
Tune toh pal bhar mein
Chori kiya re jiya mora jiya
Ooo.. tune bhi pal bhar mein
Chori kiya re jiya more piya
As they straightened up, Shashwat couldn't help but smile at Siya. The melody of the song intertwined with the unspoken emotions between them, a stolen moment captured in the rhythm of the music.
Their eyes held a secret conversation, a dance of stolen glances and shared smiles that spoke volumes. The subtle chemistry between them, intensified by the lyrics of the song, created an ethereal ambiance, where time seemed to pause, allowing them to immerse themselves in the magic of the moment.
Gummsumm gummsumm rehne wali
Humri ek guzareya re
Kal-kal kal-kal behne lagi
Jaise prem ki nadiya re
In a strategic move, Shashwat gracefully approached Siya, his eyes reflecting the playful intention behind his actions. The soft hum of the song mirrored the clandestine nature of theirA delicate flush coloured her cheeks, mirroring the lyrics that spoke of a hidden passage, a guzareya, where exchange.
He took some of the scattered boxes from Siya's hands, intentionally letting his fingers brush against hers. The contact sent a subtle jolt through both of them, causing Siya to flinch slightly and colouring her cheeks in red.
Shashwat, equally affected by the touch, couldn't help but look down, a bashful smile playing on his lips.
As they started walking, a gentle breeze carried the lyrics through the air, underscoring the discrete nature of their interaction.
Tujh sang preet humne lagai hai
Tab jaake yeh rutt aayi hai
As she walked alongside Shashwat, the lyrics whispered in her mind, echoing the truth of their blossoming connection. The preet (love) they shared had woven itself into the fabric of their journey, and it was now that the season of their romance had arrived. The melody accompanied the soft fluttering in her heart, a testament to the emotions that had gradually grown between them.
Tune toh pal bhar mein
Chori kiya re jiya mora jiya
The lyrics mirrored the fleeting nature of these stolen moments, where Shashwat's presence felt like a secret heist on her heart. With each stolen glance, she sensed that her heart was being gently stolen away by the magic of their shared connection.
Hooo.. tune bhi pal bhar mein
Chori kiya re jiya more piya
In the quiet nuances of their interaction, Shashwat couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in the lyrics. It wasn't just Siya who was stealing moments; he, too, found himself captivated by the stolen glances and unspoken conversations. The heart within him had become a willing accomplice in this charming theft of emotions.
Gupchup gupchup dil me aaya
Sajna swang rachaiya re
Siya, after placing the boxes, gracefully started to walk away. However, her pallu got entangled, and assuming it caught on a table, she turned around. To her surprise, Shashwat, with a mischievous smile, showed his watch, revealing the playful reason behind her pallu getting stuck.
He playfully gestured towards his watch, where her pallu had discreetly found its place. The lyrics echoed the secrecy and charm of their interaction, where every stolen moment added a new layer to the dance of their connection.
Pal pal har pal jiski chaya
Apna paar lagaiya re
As Siya began to remove her pallu, the lyrics perfectly encapsulated the essence of their evolving relationship. Each passing moment, shaded by a subtle connection, felt like a step towards a shared horizon. Shashwat's watch became a silent witness to the stolen glances and the unspoken bond that continued to grow.
Tujh par jaan hamne lutayi hai
Tab jaa tu sang aayi hai
Shashwat, bending down to look at Siya's face, smiled as he gazed at her. The lyrics mirrored the depth of their connection, acknowledging the moments of shared laughter and growing affection. His smile held a story of stolen glances and secret expressions, as if proclaiming that their hearts had been stolen in the silent exchange of emotions.
Sanchi sanchi teri nazren ek darpan
Dil man ki khabrein ek pal chan
Siya's perspective unfolded as she met Shashwat's gaze. His eyes, like a mirror, reflected her own blush and the hidden emotions that fluttered within. The lyrics perfectly described the heart-fluttering moments encapsulated in the reflection of his gaze.
Andhron ne kuch na kaha re
Naino ne keh diya
Before Siya could leave, Shashwat, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, playfully pushed the gift boxes, creating a deliberate distraction. Siya, bending down to organize the boxes, became unaware of his subtle maneuver. As she started walking away, her pallu once again got stuck, and this time, he intentionally held a corner, making it entwine with his watch.
Tune to pal bhar mein
chori kiya re jiya ,More piya
With a shrug of his shoulders and an innocent expression, Shashwat showed his watch again.
Siya, blushing, removed her pallu, leaving Shashwat smiling behind her.
Tune bhi pal bhar me
chori kiya re jiya ,Mora Piya
As Siya walked away, Shashwat, looking at his watch, kissed it with a smile.
"Thank you," he uttered, acknowledging the charm of their secret rendezvous, and followed her with a grin.
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