𝐇𝐢𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.

𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬.

𝐈 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲.

✧── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

ᴛᴜ ɪsʜǫ ʜᴀ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ʙᴀʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴘᴀɴᴀᴀʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴋᴀᴊᴀʟ ʜᴜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ɴɪɢᴀᴀʜ ʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴛᴜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴋᴀsᴀᴍᴇ ᴠᴀᴀᴅᴇ ᴋʏᴜ? ᴛᴜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ʙᴀs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴀ ʜᴜ ᴛᴜ ʜᴀ ᴛᴜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

sɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇ ʟɪᴋʜ ʟᴜ ᴛᴜ ʜᴀ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴛᴜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

📍 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

The Singhania Mansion buzzed quietly with the soft hum of early morning activity.

Draped in fresh flowers and bright decorations, it looked like a bride on her wedding day. The scent of jasmine and marigold filled the air, mingling with the gentle clinking of tea cups.

Inside the spacious living room whole family members gathered, seated comfortably, sipping tea and exchanging lighthearted chatter.

An elderly man in his early seventies, settled into a velvet armchair, looked around with a puzzled smile.

His deep voice broke the calm murmurs.“Aaj ghar itni shanti kyun hai, bhai?

This man is 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

A woman in her early seventies, sitting nearby, smiled dryly and said," Ha beta kaha dono aatanki".

This women 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

A woman of late twenties replied coolly,

“Ek toh so rhe hain, vo kal raat late aaye aaye the na, aur ek ka pata nahi.”

This women is 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

A man in his early fifties, leaning back in his chair, nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmm, tabhi to main kahun, ghar mein itni shanti".

This man is 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

From across the room, a woman in her late forties smiled slyly and said,

“Ek ko bhi jagne do, phir dekho ghar ki shanti , vese shanaya tum kyu itni jldi uth gyi tum bhi toh late aai thi na tum bhi so jati".

This woman is 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

Ishani said "nhi mummy abhi vese bhi bahut kaam ha upar se nind khul gyi toh me aa gyi".

Suddenly, the calm in the Singhania Mansion shattered as a young woman in her mid-twenties, came rushing down the grand staircase.

Her voice trembled as she called out,“Mumma! Mumma!”

Behind her, a man in his early thirties drenched in water hurried after her, anger etched on his face.

“Ruk ja aarshi, aaj nhi chodunga tujhe” he urged.

But Aarshi didn’t stop. With a fierce glare, she spun around and snapped,

“Jao jao chodhne ke liye pakdana padta ha, aaj tak pakdi toh gyi nhi aapse. Aaye bade chodhne Vale. ”

From behind aashrit said while gritting his teeth" tujhe toh me- aarshi cut of him in mid sentence "tujhe toh me kya".

Aarshi ran straight to Aardhana, and the man behind her and said in scared tone "mumma, mumma, dekhlo inhe"

The man also reach downstairs he said "kya dekhe mummy aap meri Suno".Aarshi snapped between and said " kyu aapki kyu sune, mumma aap meri Suno.

Before the man could said anything aardhana said in stern tone "chup bilkul chup dono, 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓 kya hua."

This man is 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

Aardhana eyes locked onto Aashrit's demanding answers as the room fell silent, all attention now on the Aashrit.

Aashrit dramatically pointed at his drenched shirt.“Dekh lo, aapki pyari beti ne kya kiya!”

Aardhana turned her gaze to Aarshita with a single raised eyebrow.

Yaah guys, here is our queen 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

Aarshita lifted her hands innocently,“Maine kuch nahi kiya.”

Aashrit huffed, sarcasm dripping from his voice,“Of course, madam! Aap ne kuch nahi kiya!”

Aarshita crossed her arms, turning to her mother,“Dekha, Mumma? Maine bola tha na, maine kuch nahi kiya!”

“Hatt!” Aashrit snapped. “Mummy, main chupchap Shanti se do rha tha. Ye madam aayi, aur ek dum se pani ka bhara hua jug mere sar pe daal diya! Aur phir upar se madam ‘Good Morning’ bol rahi hai!”

Aarshita flipped her hair smugly and said,

“Ha toh kya? Upar se ek btao chilla chilla ke koun sota ha Sab chupchap hi sote ha, aur vese bhi 6:20 ho chuke the. Dadu ne hi bola tha na ki 6:00 baje se pehle sabko neeche aajana chahiye. Main toh bas as a responsible behen hone ke naate aapko jagane gayi thi. Ab aap Kumbhkaran ki tarah soyenge toh main kya karu?”

The room erupted into chuckles as the family watched their banter.

Aashrit crossed his arms and grumbled,

“Toh kya agar kal raat 2 baje vapas aaye? Ek din late ho gaya toh kya hua? Tu so ja! Main tujhse kuch keh raha hoon!”

Aarshita, unimpressed, turned to him with a sarcastic smirk,“Haan toh kya? Kaunsa mahaan kaam kiya aapne? Aur haan, for your kind information, meri bhi meeting subah 3 bje over hui fir bhi aa gayi na neeche? Aur aap toh fir bhi 1 baje soye the!”

Gasps and grins spread across the family. Aashish chuckled, “Yeh dono shuru ho gaye phir se…”

Aardhana let out a long sigh, shaking her head with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

“Bas karo tum dono… ek din shanti se nahi reh sakte kya?”

But the fiery siblings—Aashrit and Aarshita—were just start.

Aashrit said in frustrating tone,“Toh kya ab tujhe neend nahi aati? Toh main kya karoon, mujhe toh aati hai.”

Aarshita shot back,“Wah! Matlab hum pagal hain jo kaam kar rahe the, sab aap jaise nahi hote.”

Aashrit said ,“Toh kya tujhe mana nahi kiya tha? Humne toh tujhe bhi bola tha, ‘Tu bhi chal.’ Par nahi, tujhe tera precious kaam itna important hai.”

Before Aashrit could reply, Aarshita interrupted,“Mere kaam ko leke kuch mat bolna, Mr. Aashrit Singhania.”

Aashish murmured approvingly,“That’s my girl.”Aardhana shot Aashish a sharp glare.

Aashrit said in challenging tone,“Bolunga main toh bolunga, aur ab toh aur bolunga!

Before Aarshita could respond, Aardhana raised her hand sharply,“Chup ho jao dono! Paanch saal ke baccho ki tarah lad rahe ho.”

Aashrit pointed at Aarshita,“Mumma, isko dekho, isne shuru kiya.”

Aardhana glared again,“Nahi, sudhroge nahi tum dono.”

They both said in unison,“Nahi.”

Before aardhana could say something aarshita ran over to her father and said,“Papa, dekhlo mummy aapki innocent beti ko daant rahi hai.”

Before Aashish could say anything, Aardhana cut him off,“Aap toh kuch bolo hi mat. Aapne hi ise bigaad rakha hai.”

From behind, Aashrit added,“Sahi kaha, Mumma.”

Aashish glared at him and snapped,“Shut up you bastard, meri beti ke bare ek shabd bhi mat bolna".

Aashrit threw his hands up in mock frustration,“Haan sab usi ki side! Meri toh koi sunta hi nahi. Mujhe toh aap log anathashram se utha ke laye the!”

Aarshita muttered under her breath “Anathashram se nahi… mental asylum se.”

Aashish, overhearing her, tried to suppress a laugh and whispered," accha hua tujhe sacchai khud hi PTA chal gyi.”

Aardhana turned to both of them with a deadly glare—the father-daughter duo instantly straightened up.

Just then, a woman in her late forties entered with a bright smile and walked straight to Aashrit, wrapping him in a protective hug.“Khabardaar jo mere bete ko kisi ne mere bina pareshan kiya toh!”

This women is 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀

Aardhana gasped,“Divya, tum bhi?!”

Divya crossed her arms playfully and said,

“Kya karu, bhabhi? Aap sab milke baithe baithe mere bete ko pareshaan kar rahe ho toh main kaise peeche reh jaaun?”

Everyone burst out laughing at her dramatic yet loving reply.

Aashrit gave her a betrayed look,“Choti maa! Aap bhi?!”

Divya raised her eyebrow,

“Toh kya? Tu bada ha, Itti si bacchi se ladta hai… tujhe sharam nahi aati?”

Aashrit said in shocked tone, "jis itti si bacchi ki aap baat kr rhi ha, vo ek aadmi ki biwi ha. "

Aarshita reply in unimpressed tone"toh kya 50-60 logo ki biwi hoti biwi ek minute iska matlab aapki kya 25-30 biwiyaan ha."

Everyone gasped at her reply.

Ishani said in shocked tone "aashrit is this true"

Aashrit shocked to see her wife like that and said" no baby it's not like that I didn't said that- Ishani cut him in between and said "mujhse baat mat krna tum" and walked away.

Aashrit said"baby... I- I didnt- but ishani already left from there.

Aashrit helplessly said “Haan haan, sab meri hi galti! Main hi sab kuch karta hoon! Isse koi kuch nahi bolega. Ek toh mujhe geela kiya upar se aap sab isi ki side le rahe ho. Jao! Mujhe kisi se baat nahi karni!”

He turned away with an exaggerated pout.

Aarshita smirked and clapped her hands,

“Congratulations, guys! Aaj ghar mein shanti rahegi!”

Aashish nodded in agreement,“I agree with her.

Suddenly, everyone's attention was caught by a sleepy baby voice—“Bui!!”

A five-year-old girl was descending the stairs, tears welling in her eyes. The entire family fell silent, shocked to see her so upset.

This is 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀

Aarshita stepped forward and scooped little Samiksha into her arms. As Samiksha nestled into Aarshita’s embrace, her tears began to flow freely.

“Shh, shh, shh… calm down, baby,” Aarshita soothed gently. “It’s okay, Ikshu baby, your Bui is here.”

After a couple of minutes, Samiksha calmed down. Aarshita softly asked,

“Why were you crying, bitu?”

In a low, trembling voice, little Samiksha replied,

“Because Bui wasn’t in the room… Ikshu was scared alone.”

Aarshita smiled warmly,

“I’m sorry, bitu. Bui just came here.”

Aardhana then said soft tone, “Aarshita, take Samiksha to Ishani. She can give her a bath.”

But Samiksha shook her head and cried out,

“No! Iksha, don’t go! Bui, Iksha don’t go!”

Everyone glanced sharply at Aardhana, who looked a bit caught off guard.Knowing samiksha have a deep bond with aarshita, how much samiksha loves her bui , she loves her bui more than everyone. Aarshita also loves her so much. The time aarshita lives in singhania mansion samiksha always cling to aarshita she sleep with her, eat with her, play with her, if she was with aarshita she didn't even go to her mother.

Aarshita calmed her,“Shh, shh… calm down, bitu. Bui didn’t go anywhere, okay?”

Samiksha’s eyes widened, and in her soft baby voice she asked,“Pakka?”

Aarshita smiled and nodded,“Pakka. Now, let’s go.”

Samiksha’s face lit up with joy, and Aarshita gave her a gentle peck on the left cheek.

Aashrit suddenly piped up,“What about me?”

Samiksha giggled and planted a quick peck on his cheek,“Good morning, papa.”

Aashrit grinned broadly, hugging her tightly.“Good morning, mera baccha.”

Curious, Samiksha asked,“Papa, what happened to your shirt?”

Aarshita chuckled,“Baby, your papa doesn’t know how to drink water properly… so he spilled it all over his clothes!”

Everyone burst into laughter. Aashrit shot Aarshita a playful glare.

She winked and said,“Let’s go, baby. We’re getting late.”

Then aarshita in her arms samiksha went to aarshita room.

radhika said to everyone" why are you all standing today is Mihika's engagement let's go and check what's works are done and what left and what's left. "

Then a boy of early twenties said dramatically " chalo kisi ne toh yaad aaya aaj engagement ha, mujhe toh lga hum bigg boss ke ghar me aa gye ha.

The everyone laugh at his antics. But his mother Divya glare him and said " shut up harshit and go to backyard and check how much work is left their".

This boy is 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

Harshit said in disappointment tone "fine"and went from their.

And everyone engaged in their work.

･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.

📍 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲

A Luxurious Penthouse Overlooking the Seine

The city of love lay bathed in moonlight, silent and still. Its reflection shimmering across the glass walls of a lavish penthouse that stood tall above the sleeping city.

Inside, the room was dimly lit — all sleek black marble, cold steel, and shadows. A man lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, bare-chested under the silk sheets. His breathing was calm, almost peaceful.

Until it wasn't.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. He jerked upright, breath heavy, muscles tensed like a predator sensing danger. Sweat clung to his temple, his jaw clenched.

“Not again…” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his tousled black hair.

He threw off the covers, stepping onto the cold floor. The soft hum of the city below barely reached the silence of this towering suite. Walking to the massive glass wall, suddenly his mind remind back a image of a girl in a wedding attire looking innocent and calm, his mind get relaxed, his reflection merging with the lights of Berlin.

The nightmare still lingered — vague flashes of fire, betrayal,

His phone buzzed.

From: Nirvin─ his assistance

"Sir all preparations are done"

His lip twitched.

He replied: "Good I will there in 20 minutes".

This is 𝐀𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

With a cold calm, he turned toward the washroom.

He turned on the shower the cold water splash on his as his all thought went vanish.

10 minute later with a black towel, he walking out and moved to attached massive sleek black closet he took out a black three piece suit, after get dressed he came out from closet while adjusting his cufflinks as nirvin entered — precise, quiet, and dressed in a sharp grey suit.

Nirvin said in professional tone with a sweet smile "Good morning sir."

Avyarth just give him a curt nod then they walked out from penthouse and left for airport.

･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.

📍 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 , 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚

The wheels of the private jet screeched softly as it landed on the sun-warmed tarmac of Delhi. The door opened to the familiar air, and the scent of earth after early summer watering.

Descending the stairs with his signature slow, composed gait, Avyarth Singh Rathore adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp gaze shielded behind classic black sunglasses. Seven months away — and now, he was back.

A luxury car stood waiting for him, sleek and black like the man himself. The chauffeur opened the door with a respectful nod, and without a word, Avyarth slipped into the back seat.

Rathore Mansion

The grand gates of the Rathore Mansion creaked open slowly, revealing a sleek black Mercedes gliding into the driveway. The air shimmered in the heat of delhi's sun, and yet the aura of the man inside made the temperature drop by a degree.

The car came to a halt.

The driver rushed to open the door, and out stepped 𝐀𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt, sleeves folded just below the elbows, paired with a sharp black formal pant, watch glinting on his wrist — his presence was enough to make the air pause. He glanced at the rathore mansion, his expression unreadable.

Seven months.

Seven months since he’d walked into this place. And now… it still looked the same — but somehow, it felt different.

As he walked up the stairs, the doors were thrown open. And waiting for him in the courtyard was a flood of cheer, chaos, and pure emotion.

“Bhaiiiiiii!!” yelled a voice, and a boy of early twenties, his younger brother, launched at him like a missile. Avyarth stumbled slightly but caught him in a tight embrace, chuckling.

This is 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

“Tera height badh gaya ya weight?” he smirked.

“Both! ” AADIT said

Before he could respond, 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀— his cousin — came forward, arms crossed, “Hamesha style mein entry lete ho. Aap plane leke nai helicopter leke aate na, puri delhi sun leti.”

“You’re just jealous I carry aura. You carry complaints.” Avyarth shot back with a smirk.

Suddenly, a soft but firm voice rang out:

“Enough, both of you. Move aside.”

A woman stepped forward — regal in a maroon silk saree — 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄, their mother. Her eyes had tears, but her posture was composed.

Avyarth paused. For a second, all his charm fell away. He walked straight to her, bent slightly, and hugged her tightly.

“Maa...” Avyarth said.

“Tu aa gaya, bas aur kuch nai chahiye.” she whispered, stroking his hair.

Behind her stood his father, 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄, arms folded, proud but silent.

“7 mahine. One phone call. Ek bhi message nai. Tumhare jaise ka beta toh satellite se control hona chahiye.” anirudh said

“Aap toh satellite se bhi zyada track karte ho.” Avyarth smirked again.

Anirudh's face broke into a reluctant smile as he patted his son’s back. “Welcome back, Sher.”

Laughter echoed around the courtyard. Hugs were exchanged. Servants came rushing with water, snacks, and sweets.

The mansion was filled with warmth once more — as if something lost had returned to its place.

“Chalo, ab jaake fresh ho ja. Fir Singhania Mansion nikalna hai shaadi mein.” said his aunt from the corner.

Avyarth frowned and said "Singhania s ke yaha shaadi".

" Haa, Singhania's ki Badi beti 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 ki shaadi sherawats ke bade bete 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐕 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 se ho rhi ha",

Avyarth nodded and climbed the stairs to his room.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

It was clean… but something was off.

He halted.

The air carried a scent he didn’t remember leaving behind — blackrchids and sandalwood. His brows furrowed. His cologne had always been spicy or oceanic — never floral and mysterious.

And yet…

It didn’t irritate him.

It... soothed him.

Then his eyes scanned the room.

The right side of the bed had a different pillow set.

On the dressing table, there were bangles, a vermillion box, a delicate perfume bottle, and even some medical files.

It hit him all at once.

This wasn’t just his room anymore.

He was married.

His wife lived here.

Her presence was woven into the walls.

The guilt, regret of leaving someone whom came there to start her new life on trusting on him and he left her without confronting her was bubbled Inside him.

Her scent, her space, her silence — all quietly sitting beside his chaos.

He exhaled deeply, trying to process it all.

“So... this is what sharing a life looks like.”

Then he shook his head, chuckled under his breath, and muttered, “Let’s see what kind of storm I’ve married.

Then first he went to take shower after 20 minutes he came out then change into crisp white shirt and black fitted trouser he came out and went to dressing table and comb his hair neatly set them with gel apply Cologne.

Something stuck in his mind where the hell is his wife.

In the thought of his wife he went downstairs. Where whole family sitting their waiting for him.

“You came back,” meera said simply.

Avyarth nodded while sitting on single seater sofa “I had to.”

Samyukta chachi sighed and came forward to place a hand on his cheek. “We’re happy, beta. But you didn’t just leave a house… tumne ek rishtey ko peeche chhod diya.”

Arjun stepped in. “We know why you left. And we don’t question your reason. Germamy was necessary — for your protection, for the family's legacy. Lekin shaadi koi deal nahi hoti, Avyarth. It's not a mission.”

Avyarth looked down for a second before replying softly, “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just… couldn’t bring her into that world immediately. She deserved better than that chaos.”

Meera’s expression softened. “We know, beta. But disappearing on wedding night is not good. She handled everything here — the family, the name, the responsibilities — alone. Not once did she ask for anything. Not even for you.”

Anirudh added, “And yet, she never walked out. Never disrespected the name. That girl stood where even men would’ve broken.”

Samyukta nodded. “Good. Because relationships don’t run on intentions — they run on effort.”

Meera finally stepped forward and hugged her son. “You’re our son. And we trust you. But now, earn her trust.”

Avyarth’s voice was rough. “I will. I promise.” After a pause he said" I has to talk her".

Before anyone could say anything a butler came and said "mam all the preparation are done."

Meera gave him curt nod and said "okay" Then turn to everyone said "let's go we are getting late".

Before avyarth could ask about aarshita minal whispered in avyarth ear "chalo bhai bhabhi vhi ha".

He look at her with raised an eyebrow she gave him sheepish smile before he could say anything she ran toward car.

Then everyone settled in car first two cars of security, third car of anirudh and meera, fourth car of Arjun and Anjali, fifth car of avyarth, aadit, ruhani and Rudra, and last two car of again security.

Inside avyarth car

Avyarth was driving, his sharp eyes focused on the road ahead. Beside him sat Rudra, scrolling through his phone, the two quietly discussing an upcoming deal.

Avyarth: “We’ll have to follow up on the Singapore clients. I don’t want delays in the second quarter projections.”

Rudra: “I already drafted the mail. Just need your approval before I hit send.”

Behind them, Ruhani and Minal were giggling softly, talking about outfits, the wedding, and the chaos they expected once they reached the Singhania mansion.

Ruhani: “I swear, if the mehendi artist messes up my design again—”

Minal: “Then we riot in lehengas.”

Both laughed again, completely immersed in their chat.

Aadit, sitting at the far end, leaned his head back against the seat, visibly bored by both conversations. His foot tapped against the car mat rhythmically, eyes darting between the front and back seats.

Then, a mischievous glint entered his eyes.

Aadit (stretching dramatically): “This car needs music. Or chaos. One of the two.”

Minal (grinning): “You are the chaos.”

Ruhani: “Definitely not the music.”

Aadit placed a hand over his heart in fake offense. “Wow. So much disrespect for the youngest and most talented.”

Avyarth (without turning): “You’re also the loudest.”

Laughter filled the car. It was easy, unfiltered, and warm.

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𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐇𝐢𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.

𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬.

𝐈 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲.

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

ᴛᴜ ɪsʜǫ ʜᴀ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ʙᴀʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴘᴀɴᴀᴀʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴋᴀᴊᴀʟ ʜᴜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ɴɪɢᴀᴀʜ ʜᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴛᴜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴋᴀsᴀᴍᴇ ᴠᴀᴀᴅᴇ ᴋʏᴜ? ᴛᴜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ʙᴀs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴀ ʜᴜ ᴛᴜ ʜᴀ ᴛᴜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

sɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇ ʟɪᴋʜ ʟᴜ ᴛᴜ ʜᴀ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

ᴛᴜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜ

📍 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

The Singhania Mansion buzzed quietly with the soft hum of early morning activity.

Draped in fresh flowers and bright decorations, it looked like a bride on her wedding day. The scent of jasmine and marigold filled the air, mingling with the gentle clinking of tea cups.

Inside the spacious living room whole family members gathered, seated comfortably, sipping tea and exchanging lighthearted chatter.

An elderly man in his early seventies, settled into a velvet armchair, looked around with a puzzled smile. His deep voice broke the calm murmurs.“Aaj ghar itni shanti kyun hai, bhai?

This man is 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

A woman in her early seventies, sitting nearby, smiled wryly and said," Ha beta kaha dono aatanki".

This women 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

A woman of late twenties replied coolly,

“Ek toh so rhe hain, vo kal raat late aaye aaye the na, aur ek ka pata nahi.”

This women is 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

A man in his early fifties, leaning back in his chair, nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmm, tabhi to main kahun, ghar mein itni shanti".

This man is 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

From across the room, a woman in her late forties smiled slyly and said,

“Ek ko bhi jagne do, phir dekho ghar ki shanti , vese shanaya tum kyu itni jldi uth gyi tum bhi toh late aai thi na tum bhi so jati".

This woman is 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀.

Shanaya said "nhi mummy abhi vese bhi bahut kaam ha upar se nind khul gyi toh me aa gyi".

Suddenly, the calm in the Singhania Mansion shattered as a young woman in her mid-twenties, came rushing down the grand staircase. Her voice trembled as she called out,“Mumma! Mumma!”

Behind her, a man in his early thirties drenched in water hurried after her, anger etched on his face.

“Ruk ja aarshi, aaj nhi chodunga tujhe” he urged.

But Aarshi didn’t stop. With a fierce glare, she spun around and snapped,

“Jao jao chodhne ke liye pakdana padta ha, aaj tak pakdi toh gyi nhi aapse. Aaye bade chodhne Vale. ”

From behind aashrit said while gritting his teeth" tujhe toh me- aarshi cut of him in mid sentence "tujhe toh me kya".

Aarshi ran straight to Aardhana, and the man behind her and said in scared tone "mumma, mumma, dekhlo inhe"

The man also reach downstairs he said "kya dekhe mummy aap meri Suno".

Aarshi snapped between and said " kyu aapki kyu sune, mumma aap meri Suno.