Three incomplete lives… one question — can someone else's heart, complete another's soul?<br /> <br /> 💼 Aryan Dynasty<br /> The perfectionist businessman, who has severed ties with relationships.<br /> However, after his sister's death, he has to e... Three incomplete lives… one question — can someone else's heart, complete another's soul?<br /> <br /> 💼 Aryan Dynasty<br /> The perfectionist businessman, who has severed ties with relationships.<br /> However, after his sister's death, he has to enter into a contract marriage with Sanvi for his nephew's custody.<br /> Will this pretense… turn into reality?<br /> <br /> ---<br /> <br /> 🖤 Ayan Naveed Raza Khan<br /> A rich heir drowned in alcohol, addiction, and anger.<br /> His relationship with Joya is merely in name — divorce is their next step.<br /> But an accident and a heart transplant change his life.<br /> Now his heart beats for someone else…<br /> But why?<br /> <br /> ---<br /> <br /> 💔 Ved Mehra<br /> A playboy whose every night is associated with a different name.<br /> But for the past several years, one girl has been appearing in his dreams — .<br /> When that same face appears in reality…<br /> Will the dream become reality?<br /> <br /> ---<br /> <br /> 🔥 Three stories — One heartbeat<br /> Every relationship broken.<br /> Every heart incomplete.<br /> And every love… searching for a complete conclusion.
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Joya couldn't sleep.
She kept remembering her mother and father. This often happened - when she couldn't sleep, she would sit down with books and read.
But tonight her mind wasn't in studies.
Her mind was restless... and the reason for this restlessness was Ayan.
The relationship that was tied to her,
But had no purpose,
No destination,
And perhaps no meaning anymore.
She opened her room door, which led outside to the lawn. All the rooms in the house had a long verandah - and so did hers. She went out and sat on a chair. From there, she could see the entire view outside her room, and the main gate was also clearly visible.
The house had full security, so there was no fear.
This house belonged to her uncle, Naveed Raza Khan. Naveed was a very big businessman - a billionaire. His family was not traditional, but open-minded and modern. The house had a very comfortable and liberal atmosphere.
Security guards were always present in the house. Joya knew she was in a safe place, but the emptiness in her heart couldn't be guarded.
Then Joya's eyes went to the gate.
She saw the guards standing there open the gate. A luxury car - Range Rover Velar - was quickly coming in. Seeing the car, Joya understood who had arrived.
She knew this was her house, and this was his return - the youngest son of the house, Ayan.
Ayan was Naveed Khan's third son.
A completely spoiled, unruly, and irregular boy. Alcohol, intoxication, girls - perhaps there was no bad habit that he hadn't indulged in. For him, life was just a joke.
And the saddest part was that Joya's fate was somehow tied to him.
When Ayan was 20 years old and Joya was just 16, their marriage was performed - at the family's behest, on the basis of old relationships. It was decided that both would start living together after completing their education.
But Ayan's actions were such that Joya's heart never considered him her life partner. She considered this relationship the biggest burden of her life - a burden she wanted to free herself from... but couldn't.
Ayan stumbled out of the car, sitting beside the driver.
He was heavily intoxicated. As soon as he got out, the security guards rushed to him and held him.
Ayan gave the guards a dirty scolding, but they didn't leave him - they knew that if they did, he would fall to the ground.
There was another boy sitting in the driving seat.
He was also intoxicated, but a bit less. He also got out of the car and said,
"Then I'll go."
Just then, a girl emerged from the back seat of the car.
She was wearing short and provocative clothes. She directly approached Ayan and said,
"Darling, I'll go. I don't want to leave you like this, but if my family sees me, it will create a big problem."
She laughed and put her hand around Ayan's neck, whispering softly,
"Okay, sweetheart... see you tomorrow."
Ayan smiled and said in a slurred voice,
"Yes... tomorrow... definitely."
It was a quiet night, and even faint sounds were clearly audible. Joya was already standing on the verandah. She was watching all this - a short distance away, but everything was clear.
Ayan said to the boy,
"Do this, you guys take my car and come back in the morning, okay?"
The boy and the girl got back into the car and drove off.
The security guards took Ayan, supporting him, towards the hall.
"Let me go... I'll walk myself!"
Ayan said, pushing them away, but his body wasn't supporting his words.
The security guards wanted to escort Ayan to his room, but when he started scolding them, they quietly left him.
Ayan stumbled towards the stairs, but suddenly felt thirsty. He looked towards the kitchen.
He slowly walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Joya taking out a bottle of water from the fridge. She turned around and directly collided with Ayan.
"Sorry..." Joya said nervously and started to move aside.
But Ayan came closer to her. Joya stepped back and stood against the edge of the fridge.
"Let me go... please," Joya said in a trembling voice.
Ayan laughed loudly and then said, staring into her eyes,
"I know... your face. I hate it - I hate it more than anyone else in this world.
My family members are insisting that I bring you to my house. But why should I?"
His voice was harsh and filled with disgust.
"I like freedom - to live freely. And you? Can a girl with a withered face like you ever be my partner?"
Joya said, trembling,
"Let me go, Ayan... and anyway, I'm not interested in your life. We can get a divorce."
She tried to push Ayan back with both hands.
"Oh! So now you want a divorce?" Ayan said, annoyed.
"Do you know who I am?
Ayan Raza Khan - the youngest and most pampered son of this house. The world bows at my feet... and you? You want to leave me?"
This matter had hurt his ego.
A girl was rejecting him - and this hurt him more than his intoxication.
"We'll talk in the morning!" Joya said sharply and moved aside, pushing him.
Ayan stumbled because he was intoxicated.
Joya quickly left the place without looking back. Her eyes had anger and a sting of humiliation.
"This is right..."
Ayan was climbing the stairs with unsteady steps, muttering to himself.
"This divorce should happen... I shouldn't have gotten married. I like a free life, where there are no bonds or questions."
He started laughing to himself in his intoxicated state.
"But how do I say this now? Family members won't agree. They'll make it an issue of honor... I have to do something..."
He had decided in his mind - he would divorce Joya.
Ayan Raza Khan - The heir to an incomplete and uncontrollable life (The youngest son of the Raza Khan family)
- He was the last lamp of a family that had learned to live in peace for generations.
" Ayan Naved Raza " - The name was as refined as it was, but the reality was just as uncaring. He neither respected his name nor cared about his family's heritage.
The heir to a fortune of three hundred crores ... but every morning he was drowned in intoxication, and every night he was accompanied by darkness.
He did not see God or mercy in anything in his life.
When his two older brothers were taking the business to new heights, Ayan was in a phase where he had no regard for time.
Corporate meetings, investments, property, or politics - he had no interest in any of it.
Sometimes he would be found unconscious in the back seat of a car, and sometimes in the VIP corner of a club in the arms of some unknown girl.
Alcohol was more essential to him than water.
His craving for cigarettes defined every mood.
His friendship with drugs was no secret.
Women were not 'love' for him - they were 'pleasure'. He was an Ayash man.
No number was saved on his phone, and no name was remembered.
A new girl every week, a new face every night.
A sharp and strong jawline, a little beard - an uncared-for look that still made him handsome.
Deep and cold eyes - as if looking at everything with disdain.
A single glance could make someone tremble - such cold eyes.
Medium length, slightly wavy hair, never styled - as if he didn't want to show that he cared.
Over 6 feet tall - tall and imposing.
His body was fit, but not from going to the gym - it seemed as if his anger and restlessness had sculpted his body.
A heavy, resonant voice, but without any sweetness. As if giving an order - or taunting.
His walk was like he was stumbling.
A strange sadness and arrogance mixed in his eyes.
He couldn't talk to anyone with gentleness.
Relationships? He didn't care.
Family? Just a ritual he didn't know how to fulfill.
Love? Just a joke to him.
Friends? He never had any, because he didn't trust anyone.
Acidic words on his tongue and ice in his heart.
His father was once a great businessman, but now he was silent, watching his son's condition.
Mother (Saeeda Begum): A weak heart, but broken by her son's condition. Now she only prays for his guidance in every prayer.
He had two older brothers.
- Older brother - Arif Raza Khan
He had three children:
Zuber Raza Khan, who was only 3 years younger than Ayan
Another son, Danish
A daughter, Sara
Younger brother - Shayan Raza Khan
He had two daughters
Zara and Fiza
A son, Saif
When Ayan was born, they didn't even expect him to survive - so his birth became a 'delayed trouble' for everyone.
An older sister, married, but very attached to Ayan.
💠 Ayan - as if the soul of the Nawabs had descended at the wrong time.
His birth was like a rumor to the family - everything was settled, life was on track, and then suddenly ... Ayan.
A son who was at least 16-20 years younger than his brothers, and a few years older than his nephews, but just as carefree - rather more wasted than them.
🖤
He didn't love anything - neither family traditions nor his parents' blessings.
Ayan was no romantic hero - he was fire that burned himself and those around him.
He had denied life, but perhaps ... somewhere, somehow, there was still a light that could pull him back.
🕌
Zoya Aslam Mirza
(Age: 26)
(Ayan's bua's daughter - his childhood wife, but now a stranger to him)
When she was just 7 years old, her parents died in a car accident.
Zayan's father - her khala - took her to the Khan Haveli, crying.
Her childhood, her smile, her books - all grew up within the walls of a stranger's home.
She found one good thing about this mansion - she had a perfect environment to study.
She was given a good education. She did an M.A. in Literature and had just started teaching at a college a few months ago - just to pass the time.
Her maternal uncle knew what was going on in her heart, what her mental state was.
So he never objected.
Zoya was the daughter of Naved Sahib's late sister.
He loved her immensely. For him, Zoya was a responsibility - a duty he wanted to fulfill with complete honesty.
He thought that if he kept this girl in his own home, she would always be safe - in love, care, and security.
At that time, Ayan was in college. His habits had deteriorated, but his family didn't realize the extent of it. They thought it was just a phase - things would get better with time.
The relationship between Zoya and Ayan was tied with the thought that it would be good for both of them.
But Ayan's deteriorated habits made that relationship a disaster for Zoya.
When Zoya was 16, the family forced her to marry Ayan.
At that time, Ayan was 20 years old - drowned in intoxication, girls, and carelessness.
Zoya's face was not like those girls who adorned themselves with makeup -
She was adorned with simplicity.
A faint pink glow on her cheeks, large, calm eyes with a slight shadow of sorrow and a lot of patience.
Eyes: Deep brown, as if silently enduring every pain.
Features: Not extremely sharp, not extremely delicate - but a sweetness that slowly sank into the heart.
Hair: Long, thick, and straight -
Walk: Light, calm - as if every step was thought out.
Voice: Soft, but clear - with affection, but no expectation.
Her greatest beauty was her culture, education, and silence.
Her inheritance - a large piece of land and two mansions -
Her uncle and aunt had cheated her out of it after her parents died.
She knew everything, but couldn't do anything - because her 'shelter' was only the Khan Haveli.
That shelter - became her greatest prison.
She knew -
Ayan was never hers.
He never called her by her name.
Never sat with her, never asked her any questions.
Yet, she stayed within her limits.
She kept her distance from him - from his gaze -
Just a shadow in this mansion.
She kept her distance from Ayan because she wanted to save herself.
She was afraid that her innocence, her dignity, her silence - would be destroyed by Ayan's recklessness.
She didn't rebuke him, didn't ask questions, and avoided facing him.
She wasn't broken, but she was bent.
Her face had no glow, but her soul had light.
She didn't consider herself weak, but she didn't raise her voice.
She always wanted one thing - peace.
She knew Ayan wasn't made for her -
But she was his 'wife' - and she remembered that right.
Would a spoiled, rich young man like Ayan ever reform?
And Zoya... would she ever make a solid decision about her life?
Their fate was written to be together -
So would they really be separated forever?
If the hero and heroine were separated,
How would the story be created... and how would hearts connect?
So, you tell me - what should I write next?
" I wanted to be separated, but the distances don't fade,
The thread of hearts is one that can't be lost.
There's indifference in our gazes, silence on our lips,
Yet, your name is written in the manuscript of my soul.
Sometimes you leave, sometimes we pause,
But one heartbeat remains the same in both.
Paths are different, goals are different,
But at every turn, some incomplete emotions connect.
This relationship is no promise, no compulsion,
Just a feeling that exists, even if it's not there."
It was morning. The entire family had gathered at the breakfast table. There was only one absence—Ayan hadn't arrived yet.
"He's still not here..." Naveed Sahib looked at his wife and said with displeasure, "Is this the first time? He does this every time."
His voice was clearly irritated.
"Abba, I was the one who took him to his room in the state he came home in last night," Arif, Naveed Sahib's eldest son, said.
"I saw him myself," Abba said with a sigh, "I had three children... if he hadn't come into my life, perhaps my life would have been much more peaceful."
Naveed Sahib's voice was filled with immense bitterness. He was the youngest, their pampered son, but so spoiled that he had never learned to respect anyone.
At that moment, Naveed Sahib's gaze fell towards the stairs.
Ayan was descending the stairs.
He wore lightly faded jeans and an sky blue shirt with his sleeves stylishly rolled up. His walk had the same careless confidence that silenced the entire household.
"Come, sit," Naveed Sahib said sternly.
Begum Sahiba immediately signaled with her eyes—"Don't say anything."
Naveed Sahib understood with a glance and fell silent.
The entire family ate breakfast in silence. No one dared to say anything to Ayan. They all knew that if anything was said to him, he would retaliate with something that would ruin everyone's day.
Amidst that silence and tension, Zoya sat quietly.
She was focused on her breakfast, as if all of this meant nothing to her.
Upon Ayan's arrival, she didn't even look at him once.
But Ayan's gaze certainly fell on her.
"I needed to talk to you..."
Naveed Sahib said to Ayan in a low but serious tone while eating breakfast.
"Tell me, what do you want to ask?"
Ayan replied carelessly, as if he had no interest.
"Look, Ayan... you need to start going to the office regularly now. It's important that you focus on your work, help your brothers. You know, I haven't been feeling too well lately."
"Okay."
Ayan gave a very brief and curt reply.
After a moment of silence, Naveed Sahib added another point, his tone a little softer this time—
"And now that both of you are married... you should start your new life."
His words directly alluded to Zoya's departure.
Hearing this, Zoya's heart began to beat faster.
Her breathing deepened.
Going into the life of the person she had begun to hate felt like death to her.
She had never wanted this relationship from the bottom of her heart.
She thought every day... how to say that she wanted a divorce...
But she lacked the courage.
She couldn't say anything to anyone... not to her maternal uncle, nor anyone else.
Meanwhile, Ayan placed the sandwich he was holding in his hand back on the plate!
"I want a divorce from Zoya. We can't live together."
"I cannot continue this relationship with Zoya. I want a divorce from her."
"Our thoughts, paths, and needs are different. I want a divorce from Zoya because there is no peace left in this relationship."
"I will go to the office... I have to go somewhere else before that."
Ayan got up and left.
The entire family looked at each other—as if an unspoken unease spread through the room.
"Son, don't be disheartened... divorce doesn't happen like this,"
Naveed Sahib said, looking at Zoya.
He felt that Ayan's indifferent words must have broken Zoya's heart.
But something else was going on in Zoya's mind.
She couldn't hold herself back.
"I also want a divorce,"
She said in a low but firm voice.
All eyes turned towards her.
She felt that this might be the moment—to say everything clearly.
"You yourself know, Mama... Ayan's actions.
Even if I join his life, will I get the respect a wife should get?"
Her voice trembled.
"You know what I've been through in my life.
My mother and father are no longer in this world...
And if I step into Ayan's life, perhaps something worse could happen to me."
Her eyes welled up as she spoke. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Daughter, why are you saying this..."
Begum Sahiba stepped forward, wanting to comfort her, her voice filled with maternal affection.
"No, Ammi, Zoya is right."
Shayan, Ayan's middle brother, spoke for the first time.
"He seems determined to ruin her life.
We will find another good match for her."
"She's not wrong,"
Arif's wife, Nusrat, who had been silent until now, also said softly.
"But... who will marry a divorced girl?
It will be difficult to find a good match."
A deep silence fell in the room.
"I am looking for a girl for my son... for his marriage,"
Nusrat suddenly said. There was a hint of irritation in her voice.
Everyone looked at her.
"I am looking for a girl, and now that the issue of divorce has started, things will only get worse."
Nusrat's son's name was Jubair—an intelligent, calm young man, 27 years old. He had recently joined the family business. He was not present at the dining table at that time.
"The atmosphere in this house has become such that I am worried about his marriage."
Nusrat said.
"You are absolutely right,"
Shayan's wife, Sahar, supported her, saying,
"Ayan's actions are affecting the other children too. Now this talk of divorce has become a new spectacle."
Tension was evident on everyone's faces.
Everyone was troubled because of Ayan.
And now, this issue of divorce had created a new storm in the house.
"After the divorce, I will go to the hostel. I have spoken to my college. I am shifting there..."
Zoya said in a calm but firm voice and stood up from her chair.
"What are you saying, Zoya?"
Naveed Sahib also stood up in surprise.
"Mama, I am telling the truth. No one needs to worry about my marriage anymore.
And I don't want to be anyone's spectacle in this house.
I am going to the hostel. Wherever I need to sign, just let me know."
There was moisture in her eyes.
She was trying to endure everything, but the way Ayan's sisters-in-law had reacted to the news of the divorce had pierced her to the core.
She had received no sympathy from anyone.
Every member of the family was only concerned with themselves.
"My child..."
Begum Sahiba's eyes welled up. She also stood up from her chair and moved towards Zoya.
Naveed Sahib and his wife had both aged.
Their influence in the house was no longer what it used to be.
They wanted many things, but the wind in the house was no longer in their hands.
And as for Ayan—
His actions had forced everyone's hand.
This house, once known for its peaceful and respectable atmosphere, had now become a threshold of questions and broken relationships.
Naveed Sahib and Begum Sahiba sat silently in the room.
Both were angry and troubled by Ayan's decision.
Zoya was Naveed Sahib's sister's daughter—a truly lovely, intelligent, and well-adjusted girl.
Naveed Sahib, looking at his wife, said in a heavy voice,
"What face will I show my sister now? With how much pride I brought her here, considering her like my own daughter..."
Begum Sahiba placed her hand on his and said,
"Don't be disheartened, everything will be alright."
"Nothing will be alright!"
Naveed Sahib could no longer control his anger.
"I know, if she wants a divorce, let it happen.
Zoya is not alone. There will be many who will look for a match for her—at least better than that unworthy one.
He doesn't value relationships, nor is he concerned about his office work.
If someone says something, he retorts with poison, have you seen his tongue?
I feel like disowning him and throwing him out of the house!"
His eyes held a sharp sting of insult and broken trust.
Begum Sahiba looked at him silently.
Her face had turned pale.
"Don't say that..."
She said in a trembling voice,
"He is a piece of my heart... he has gone astray... but perhaps one day he will mend."
In a corner of her heart, she herself knew that there was little hope left—
Yet, like a mother, she expressed her faith.
Silence fell in the room for a few moments.
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Zoya had reached college. She had her own car. As she got out of the car, a boy was parking his bike at the motorcycle stand. He looked at Zoya and asked with a smile, "How are you?"
Zoya looked at him. The boy was a professor at the college and also Zoya's colleague. His name was Arhan Khan.
He saw her every day - sometimes at the college gate, sometimes in front of the library, and sometimes standing in the canteen.
Zoya would just pass by...
But Arhan's time would stop.
He had never shown it... never even tried...
Because he thought, "What am I to demand a place in her life?"
He was not from a rich family, nor did he have a big car.
His appearance was not such that girls would turn around to look.
Just a simple life, and a heart that beat only for her.
Arhan remembered every nuance of hers.
Sometimes she would tuck her hair behind her ear, and it would feel like the day had been made.
Sometimes she would look at a laughing friend, and it would feel like the sun had come out.
"If only... she would look at me once... just once..."
This desire simmered in his heart every day.
But then he would smile - at his own silence.
"Is it necessary that every love must be fulfilled by making a sound?"
He didn't need anything from Zoya...
He just felt good seeing her.
The innocence in her eyes,
The way she walked,
Every thing - had created a small world in Arhan's chest.
He knew,
He would never say.
Because Zoya was too far for him.
But still,
Every morning, as he got ready,
When he left for college,
There was a hope in some corner of his heart:
"Maybe today she will look at me smiling..."
"Both of us always arrive at the same time," Zoya said with a smile.
Zoya thought it was just a coincidence that both of them entered the parking lot at the same time every day. But the truth was far from it.
Arhan would stop at the curve where Zoya's car would pass. As soon as her car appeared, he would understand that it was time to move. And then he would move towards the college parking lot, right behind her.
In reality, his morning didn't feel complete until he saw Zoya and said "good morning".
He wanted to start his day with Zoya's smile.
In that smile, there was peace for him, hope... and maybe something else he couldn't understand.
Zoya had moved ahead to her classes. Her face had the same confidence and seriousness that made her stand out from the rest. Zoya was not a teenager, nor was Arhan a 16-17 year old emotional boy. But the feelings Arhan had for Zoya were exactly like those of a teenager who sees someone for the first time.
His heart didn't beat carelessly - but every beat became a little slower, a little deeper when he saw Zoya.
If Arhan had his way, he would follow Zoya everywhere in college, roam the corridors behind her after class, or stand outside her house for no reason - just for a glimpse. But he couldn't do that. He had decency, limits, and self-discipline. There was no rush in his love - no show. There was waiting... and respect.
He quietly turned towards his department and entered his class. Arhan was a math professor. He was close to thirty, but his mind, his eyes, and his demeanor were far beyond his age - filled with peace and understanding.
Math... his second love.
When he stood on the board and composed equations in his handwriting, the whole class looked at him silently. His students said, "Sir, your class doesn't feel like math, it feels like magic."
He didn't just teach formulas; he connected logic with life, and wove every concept in such a way that even the weakest students could understand. The passion he had for math in his eyes was the same as a poet feels for poetry - deep, true, and endless.
He said himself, "When I read math, I forget who I am, where I am. This is my world, and every question is a story for me that I have to solve."
And in this world, there were only two things that gave him peace - the rhythm of equations... and Zoya's smile.
When talking about Zoya, the light smile on his face wasn't for anyone to see. That smile - was his own, like a flower blooming inside the mind. He knew Zoya could never be his - maybe she didn't even want to be. But he had no complaints.
He was happy just seeing Zoya happy.
He didn't bother her, never did anything strange, offered no message, no coffee date - just seeing her once in a while with a "good morning" made his day.
Just like he saw beauty in every math question, he also saw something in Zoya that was hidden from common eyes - modesty, confidence, and a unique dignity.
Arhan's love was like a teenager's, but it also had maturity - like an old letter, where every word was written with care, no rush, no impatience... just a trust that what is felt from the heart will return in some form or another.
Lunch Time - Staff Room
College professors were sitting in the staff room during the lunch break. This was the place where all teachers would relax during their free classes, talk to each other, or prepare for the next class.
Arhan was sitting in a corner, talking to a colleague. His back was towards the door. Suddenly, the door opened and Zoya entered. The presence of Zoya was such that Arhan recognized her without even looking.
He turned slowly. Zoya was coming in, accompanied by another professor. Zoya smiled and waved lightly at Pallavi.
Zoya sat right next to Pallavi. Pallavi smiled at her and said, "So, what were you saying?"
Arhan started talking again, "Yes, I was saying that I will have to go out for some days, so I might have to handle my classes for some time."
"Oh," Pallavi said, "Earlier, there was a math teacher who went for some time, and we all took her classes. Don't worry."
Zoya also became interested in the conversation. She asked, "Do you have to go for a long time?"
Arhan said with a slight smile, "Yes, it will take at least two months."
He paused for a while and said in a low voice, "Actually... I don't have any family. My aunt raised me. Now she is quite sick. Also, her daughter Kanika's marriage is fixed. As a brother, it's my responsibility to be there, support my aunt, and help with Kanika's wedding preparations."
Arhan was talking, and his attention was on the small nose ring worn by Zoya, which enhanced her beauty. It seemed that there was hardly anything she wore that didn't attract him.
A little silence filled the room.
"I will return after the marriage," Arhan added.
Everyone understood that Arhan was leaving for a necessary and personal reason. No one asked more questions.
After a while, the lunch break ended, and all professors stood up for their respective classes.
The talk of Ayan and Zoya's divorce was now openly happening in the house. Naveed Sahib and his wife had come to the conclusion that there was no point in dragging this relationship any further. They had also started looking for a new match for Zoya. After all, she was their responsibility.
The truth was also that Ayan had never fully embraced this marriage. The intention behind marrying Zoya was that the girl would always stay in their house, as a part of the family. But that hope could never be fulfilled.
One day, Naveed Sahib called Ayan into his room. He wanted to say a lot, but it wasn't easy for him to choose his words carefully.
"Look Ayan, what you wanted is happening now," he said in a calm voice.
"The divorce proceedings have begun. Now you need to be a little serious about life. Focus on your work, life doesn't run so carelessly."
"I'm going to the office, what else should I do?"
Ayan replied with utter indifference.
"And you... why don't you leave me alone? Whenever I see you, you say 'do this, do that' – you've turned my life into a spectacle."
Seeing his tone and behavior, Naveed Sahib's heart was breaking. It didn't take him long to understand that his son had completely changed.
"Remember one thing, Ayan," he said sternly,
"If you don't work, if you don't stand on your own feet, then what will happen to my status, my name, and our family's honor? You know this very well."
Ayan remained silent, then suddenly, a long-suppressed poison spilled out.
"So, do this, give me my share," he said in a cold tone.
"You also want to get rid of me, right? This is what you've been looking for an excuse for. Just say it directly, you don't want to see me in this house."
Naveed Sahib could not say anything.
In Ayan's eyes, a different world seemed to reside—a search for freedom that was beyond relationships and responsibilities.
He had some people around him who were always instigating him—telling him to be alone, that life would be peaceful without the hassle of such a big family. Ayan had now embarked on that path.
--
Naveed Sahib had no doubt now—his son had completely slipped out of his hands.
In Naveed Sahib's eyes, there was no longer just anger, but a stillness—the kind that comes when a father realizes he can no longer control his son.
He spoke in a heavy voice,
"You want to live separately? Live! Who is stopping you? But what share? What share?"
He stood up from his chair. His face had turned red, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
"This house, this business, this land—all of it was built by my father's hard work, and then by my day-and-night effort. What have you done for it? You've only learned to open your mouth. Hanging out with friends, wasting money, that's all you've done!"
"Now, if you want so much freedom, then get out. My door was always open, consider it closed from today."
Ayan was silent for a few moments, then his face hardened further. He did not lower his gaze, but sharpened it.
"I know... I know you never liked me. And now you're explicitly saying that I'm no longer worthy of this house."
"Fine... I'll leave!"
He said loudly,
"The real reason is this, isn't it? You never had any affection for me!"
Naveed Sahib slammed the walking stick lying nearby onto the ground—
"Enough!! Don't say another word!"
There was fire in Ayan's eyes, he was trembling with anger.
"But remember—you will also regret it one day. My life is mine, and I will live it by my own will, not at anyone's command!"
He pushed the room door open in anger and walked out.
At that moment, the living room door opened. Zoya was entering the house.
As soon as Ayan's gaze fell on Zoya, his steps halted. A strange unease and the fire of anger flashed in his eyes.
"You are the root of all this destruction!"
He shouted.
Zoya stood stunned. She couldn't understand what had happened.
"Remember, I will divorce you. Because of you, they have told me to leave this house today!"
"Now watch, how I end this relationship!"
Her eyes were red like burning embers. He had been so blinded by anger that the distinction between truth and falsehood, right and wrong had blurred.
Zoya remained silent.
Ayan walked out the door with heavy steps, clenching his fists. His face was like a storm contained within, ready to destroy everything.
But this destruction was not of someone else, but of Ayan himself. He left the house trembling with anger. Without looking back even once. He slammed the door so hard that the echo reverberated through the walls.
As he reached the street, he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
"Hello... where are you?"
He asked in a sharp voice.
From the other side came the voice of his friend,
"What happened, man? Did they kick you out of the house?"
There was sarcasm in his voice, but the meaning was serious.
"Yes! They kicked me out!"
Ayan replied angrily.
"Then come over, man. We're all here. Let's meet, sit down. And yes, I'll tell you how you can get your share—it's a legal way."
His friend knew that if Ayan got his hands on money, he would first benefit him—as it had always been. And this greed had become the foundation of his friendship.
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Ayan was sitting with his friends at a corner table in a pub. There were a few other boys, and two girls as well. The atmosphere was noisy—but in Ayan's eyes, there was only anger and the haze of intoxication.
"What now?" one of the boys asked.
"Let's go to court. You'll see, how we drag everyone!"
Another said, provoking Ayan.
"It's your right, and no one can snatch it from you.
Ayan's eyes had turned bloodshot. He emptied his glass in one go and placed it forcefully on the table.
"I'm going to talk to a lawyer right now. I'll teach them all a lesson!"
He stood up unsteadily. The intoxication had taken hold to such an extent that the ground itself felt like it was shaking.
"Listen, I'll come with you," one friend said,
But Ayan stopped him with a raised hand.
"No, I want to go alone. Let no one interfere."
He went out, took out the car keys, and got in as soon as he opened the door.
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The car was speeding on the roads, but Ayan was oblivious to the direction or the speed. He was muttering in his intoxication.
"They kicked me out of the house… I'll deal with everyone… you'll see… I'll drag them to court… Zoya, you won't escape now… no one will escape…"
The fire of hatred and anger was in his eyes, and the car's speed was increasing. His hand was loosening on the steering wheel, but his foot was pressing harder on the accelerator.
Suddenly, bright headlights appeared from the front.
A truck.
Ayan's eyes blinked. But it was too late.
CRASH!!
There was a loud collision.
His car had collided with the side of the truck. The cargo loaded on the back of the truck, with sharp iron rods, pierced directly through Ayan's car windshield—and a long, sharp rod had completely penetrated his heart.
Blood everywhere.
The car's horn was blaring continuously.
A crowd began to gather on the road.
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A moment that changed everything
And Ayan…?
He was losing consciousness. But the fire of anger had not yet died from his face.
-
Someone had informed his family about Ayan's accident.
Everything changed in an instant.
Naveed Sahib, his wife, and Ayan's elder brother—all of them rushed to the hospital. When they saw Ayan's condition… the ground vanished from beneath their feet.
He was in a critical condition. Blood was flowing from his body, his face was covered in wounds, and a team of doctors was constantly trying to save his life.
The condition was so critical that nothing could be said for sure.
There was some hope... some fear.
"Will Ayan survive?" – this question was in everyone's eyes, but only one person knew the answer—Allah.
No one can destroy whom Allah wants to save. And he whose time has come, departs from this world.
Who knew what would happen to Ayan now?
Would this accident change his life?
Or was this his final destination?
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As soon as he turned back to look, the girl was looking at him. Her eyes said a lot without saying anything. He did not want to look into those eyes.
The girl's eyes had tears. She was asking him a question without saying a word. There was a strange helplessness on her face. But he ignored her and got on the train.
The train had started moving. Vaid stood at the door, looking outside, where the girl was still looking at him and wiping away her tears. Slowly the train picked up speed.
The girl got up from her place, and as soon as another train came into view, she jumped in front of it.
"Not!" Vaid woke up with a shout. His whole body was drenched in sweat. He looked around - he was on his bed.
"Why won't this dream leave me alone?" he said to himself.
This dream had been coming to him every night for the past five years.
The girl lying next to him also woke up.
"What's wrong, darling? Why do you wake up like this in the middle of the night?" she asked, snuggling up to Vaid.
"It was a bad dream," Vaid said.
"It's my fault. You're sleeping with such a hot and sexy girl in your bed and you still manage to sleep!" she said, moving on top of him.
"We had several rounds before sleeping, and the whole day was like this... we don't even have clothes on! But your mind still doesn't get satisfied," she said with a smile.
"Get married to me and take me to India. Then I can be your wife and stay with you all the time. We can do this day and night," Rosy said softly.
Vaid didn't pay attention to her words.
He only knew how to seduce a girl if she came into his arms - he knew that very well.
Girls had always been his weakness. He had many girlfriends during his college days and had brought each of them to his bed. Now he was a successful businessman with money and power. He wanted the bodies of girls - for fun, and the girls wanted his money.
He let them do whatever they wanted and gave them expensive gifts and money in return. For him, it was just a deal of satisfaction.
Rosy, who was with him now, was the daughter of one of his business partners. Actually, Vaid's partner wanted Vaid to marry Rosy, but he couldn't say that directly, so he sent his daughter to win Vaid over.
This morning, when he came to sign some important documents, he left Rosy there.
Since morning, Rosy had been physically involved with Vaid and had completely satisfied him.
Both of them were in Vaid's penthouse. Their clothes were scattered on the floor of the room. It could be said that they had been like this since morning.
In the past five years, countless girls had come to this luxurious penthouse - Vaid couldn't even remember exactly.
Vaid Mehra was the only son of Balwant Mehra, the owner of "Mehra Group of Industries". He had no brother or sister. His two uncles had two sons each. His father had the most shares in the company.
His mother was also from a family of shareholders, so his parents owned the largest portion of the company. Balwant Mehra was the CEO, and everyone was confident that Vaid would take over the position after him.
Five years ago, immediately after completing his MBA, Vaid joined the office. But in a drunken state, he hit the son of a big politician. The son didn't die, but his condition was critical. To avoid legal trouble, his father sent him abroad.
Vaid never returned to India. He managed the international business of "Mehra Group" and strengthened his hold there.
His family would meet him there. At first, he was too afraid to return to India, and later, his business kept him busy.
Now his father's health was deteriorating, so he was called back to India.
Vaid was about to return to the country after five years. Almost 5 years ago, he had completed his MBA and had just joined the office. He had hit the son of a big politician in a drunken state. The son didn't die, but his condition was critical. His father sent him abroad at that time. For years, he had never come to India. He had managed the foreign business of Mehra Industries and had slowly taken over.
His family would meet him there. At first, he didn't come due to fear, and then due to business. His mom and dad would meet him there. But now his dad's health had worsened, so he was called back.
His business partner wanted him to take Rosy with him. But Vaid wasn't interested in Rosy for more than one night.
His dad and mom were waiting for him at the airport. His mom was very happy to see him.
"Now I will get you married. I won't let you go anywhere," she said, hugging him.
"You've started this. We won't discuss marriage. He will run away again," his dad, Balwant Mehra, said to his mom.
They went out and got into the car. His dad, Balwant Mehra, said to his mom.
"Dad, tell me the truth. Are you sick? You don't look sick at all. You look fit. Did you pretend to be sick to call me back? Anyone would say you look like my younger brother - you look so fit," Vaid said.
His grandfather, Balwant Mehra, burst out laughing.
"What else could I do? Now you have to take over the business and leave these petty things behind. You got too attached to things there," his mom said.
They had reached home. It was a joint family, and both of Balwant Mehra's brothers lived with him.
His mom said, "I'll get the food ready. You go and freshen up."
He freshened up and came back down.
"So, how long do you plan to stay here?" his uncle Ramesh asked.
"Your heart will attach to this place. You've come after 5 years," his small aunt Molly also said.
"Where else will you go? This is your home," his dad said while having food.
"Maybe brother has already chosen a girl for his son's marriage," his uncle Brijesh said.
"What could be a better gift? It has to be a girl. Will you marry a girl chosen by your parents?" Vaidant, the son of his uncle Ramesh, said.
"Why did you also marry according to your parents' choice?" Rina, Vaidant's wife, asked.
"But I will marry according to my choice," Deepak, the son of his uncle Ramesh, said.
"Now you won't say anything. What do you think, Sudhir?" Vaid asked Sudhir, the son of his uncle Brijesh.
"What can I say? My own engagement is about to happen. It's with a girl chosen by my parents. What do you think, Sudhanshu?" Vaid asked Sudhanshu, the younger son of his uncle Brijesh.
"I'm still studying. I haven't thought about marriage yet. By the way, Siya and Kia are not visible. They're the daughters of my uncle. They went on a college trip, they're out," his aunt said.
"What's wrong with you all? I'm not getting married," Vaid said.
His dad took out the keys from his pocket.
"This is a gift for you. I got the penthouse ready for you. You can stay with us or there. Just come visit us sometimes and start looking after the business," he said.
The whole family looked at each other. They had expected that he wouldn't stay and would never handle the Indian business.
"Look, brother, all the children will want to live separately," Ramesh said.
"You're setting a bad precedent. Please," his mom said.
Who is the girl that Vaid Mehra's dream keeps showing him?
What is Vaid's relationship with her?
What's wrong with all of you?
I am not getting married.
His dad pulled out the keys from his pocket.
This is your gift, I have got a penthouse ready for you.
You can stay with us if you want, or you can stay there.
Just come visit us sometimes.
Start looking after the business.
How did you know? You know every thought of mine without me saying it.
His dad was giving him freedom. The entire family looked at each other after Balwant's statement. They expected him to not stay there and never take care of the India business.
Look, brother, all the children will want to live separately now. Ramesh said.
You are inculcating a bad habit.
I don't need to tell anyone what I have.
I am providing the penthouse from my own money.
Everyone has an apartment, and what do they do in those apartments?
I know, and whoever wants to live where can live.
I am not stopping anyone. As he said this, Balwant got up from his place.
It was true that if they were all together, it was out of greed.
Balwant had the most shares, and Ved had the second most.
He didn't want to leave them, and everyone wanted freedom, so they all had their own residences.
It was not that the women in the house did not know about the men, but they wanted their freedom, so they tolerated each other quietly.
As soon as evening fell, he picked up the car keys and got ready to leave the house.
"I am going to mom's," Ved said.
"Okay, will you come for dinner?"
"mom, I will stay at a friend's place, so don't wait for me for dinner." As he said this, he stepped out.
His mom thought as she watched him go.
"What's wrong?" Balwant asked her as he saw her thinking.
"I fear for him, and you also gave him a penthouse gift and allowed him to live separately.
You know well that if we try to control him, he will leave us. But we have to give him freedom.
If I'm honest, he is like me when I was young.
You met me, and I changed. If any girl comes into his life who can bind his life,
Until he meets her, he will keep running like this.
I know he will be with some girl tonight.
But there's no point in stopping him; let him do what he wants.
When the right girl comes into his destiny, he will change his destiny himself.
I hope that girl comes into his life soon.
Today, Ved directly reached a club, where his friend was waiting.
"Welcome back to India; it's good that we will meet now," his friend Malik said.
"Earlier, we used to meet, but it's not like meeting once a year," Ved replied.
As they sat at the bar counter and had a drink, Ved's eyes fell on a girl who had just entered the club. She was wearing a red one-piece dress, a very short dress with a deep neckline, and was extremely hot and sexy. Ved kept staring at her.
"Who is she?" Ved asked.
"She's the princess of the Ahuja family, the pampered daughter, her family has quite big business, and she often comes to the club. She has a high attitude; she doesn't even look at anyone," Malik replied.
"I like girls with a bit of attitude. It's more fun with them," Ved said.
"Your intention doesn't seem right," Malik said with a laugh.
"I need someone to be with; I don't even have a girlfriend, so I'll make do with her tonight," Ved said.
"What are you thinking?" Malik asked Ved with a smile.
"I think she is here, and I should talk to her. I need someone who understands me; I don't even have a girlfriend," Ved replied.
Malik joked, "Your intention doesn't seem right."
Ved stood up with a slight smile. The girl he was looking at was standing nearby, talking to some friends. Ved slowly approached her and deliberately brushed his arm against hers. The glass she was holding shook, and a little wine spilled on her clothes.
"Oh, sorry... I had no idea," Ved said immediately.
"No problem," the girl replied with a slight smile.
She also looked him up and down, attracted to his confident personality and deep features.
"I haven't seen you in this club before," the girl started the conversation.
"I returned to India five years later, and I collided with a beautiful girl like you. It seems my luck is in my favor," Ved said casually.
"Your clothes got dirty... I have a room here at the hotel; if you want, you can go and clean up," Ved offered.
The girl smiled and agreed, "Okay."
After reaching the room, Ved said, "I haven't asked your name yet."
"You tell me first," the girl teased.
"Veda... Veda Mehra," he replied.
"I'm Shanaya," the girl said and moved towards the washroom.
"If you need any help, let me know," Ved said jokingly.
"Will you help?" she smiled.
An awkward silence fell between them. Their eyes started talking to each other. When she came back, the atmosphere was filled with closeness.
"I'll change this dress," she said.
"If you want, I can get it cleaned," Ved said softly.
Arya looked at him for a moment and smiled. Their closeness increased. Ved lightly held her face and looked into her eyes, getting very close to her. The air was filled with a strange heartbeat.
Arya looked into his eyes and said, "What are you thinking?"
"Should I explain or make you feel?" Ved's voice became heavy.
The distance between them slowly started to fade. That night, they deeply felt each other's presence. The room was silent, with only the sound of heartbeats and breathing.
After a while, when everything calmed down, Shanaya said with a tired smile, "I've never felt like this before..."
Ved looked at her and took her hand, "Maybe fate wanted us to meet tonight."
When the girl woke up in the morning, he was already gone.
"I didn't even take his number," the girl thought.
"Let's go; it doesn't matter, I'll meet him again at this club," she thought.
"Brother, you have come in the morning," Vedant asked at the dining table.
"Yes, just a little while ago," Ved replied.
"I came, got ready, and came here directly. I have to go to the office today," Ved said clearly.
"Today, he is going to join the office with his dad. It had been years since he came to India.
"You have come back after so many years; you should stay at home," his uncle Brijesh said.
"Let it be, everyone hurry up, we have to go to the office," Balwant Mehra ended the conversation.
There was nothing that he didn't know about his son because Ved had come to India after so many years. That's why Balwant kept a close eye on him. He didn't want his son to be in any danger, and he also knew that it was impossible to keep Ved bound. If he tried to be strict with Ved, he would leave.
"My breakfast is over; let's go to the office," Ved said, standing up.
"You people also come to the office; I am taking Veda to a construction site. We will directly go to the office from there," Balwant said.
"Okay, you go; I don't want to," Brijesh said reluctantly.
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My breakfast is over.
Let's go to the office," Vaid said as he stood up from his place.
You people also come to the office.
I'm taking Vaid to the construction site.
We will head straight to the office from there," Balwant said.
"Okay, you go.
Although he didn't want to, Brijesh said.
No one liked Vaid's arrival because now it was clear that Vaid would become the CEO instead of Balwant.
Everyone understood that he would settle abroad and one of them would become the CEO of their industry after Balwant.
All of them looked at each other and started getting up from their places.
"The shopping mall is under your responsibility.
You have to prepare its interior design and make it the number one mall in the city.
Balwant said to Vaid while sitting in the car.
"This is your first project.
There, in front, was the mall building, where the plastering work was going on, and nine floors were complete.
"Do you know that the whole family thinks you don't have the ability?
You will become the CEO just because you are my son.
But you have to prove that you are very capable.
What you have, others don't.
My mom and I have 51% shares.
So, Dad, do you think I have enough ability?" Vaid asked.
"My son, how wouldn't I know?
Just reduce your anger and stubbornness.
It was your stubbornness that led to the accident that day.
You were driving at high speed and didn't want to give way to others!
The punishment was that you returned to India after so many years.
You might not have felt any difference,
but your mom cried every moment.
However, when she came to meet me, she would.
Vaid said,
"Parents want to meet, but they also want to live together.
Tell us if you like any girl.
We will arrange your marriage.
We just want you to get married, have children, and we want to live with your family.
If you don't want to live with us, at least stay in one city so we can visit you anytime," Balwant spoke openly to Vaid.
"Dad, I don't want to get married right now,"
Vaid said.
"I'm not asking you to get married now; focus on business.
What I mean is if you like any girl,
we will blindly arrange your marriage wherever you want.
We want to live with our son's family,"
his dad said, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Dad, you're crying,"
he hugged him.
"I won't leave you; I want to play with your children.
I and your mom will take care of your children while you and your wife live your life,"
his dad tried to convince him in every way because he was worried that he might make another mistake.
There was no doubt that he was very intelligent and loved his parents.
"Don't worry;
watch how I handle this mall.
As for marriage, I have no intention right now.
If you want children, just let me know.
No need for marriage to have children,"
Vaid said mischievously.
A board meeting was arranged for Vaid's introduction.
Everyone was waiting for him.
"Sorry, we are late,"
Balwant said as he entered the meeting room.
"No problem, Mr. Mehra,"
Kamla Sharma, one of the directors of their company, said.
Vaid met the board of directors; some faces were familiar, while others were new.
He carefully observed the faces and found some familiar ones from his family.
He knew that most people thought he would run away and not stay.
However, Vaid had not come to run away but to manage the business.
Once the meeting ended, his dad took him to show him his office.
"Look, I had your office prepared according to your preferences before you arrived.
I hope you like it,"
he said.
One wall of the office was made of glass, offering a view of the entire city.
There was also a guest room on one side with a small kitchen.
The guest room had a door that opened directly outside to the stairs.
"Dad, it's beautiful.
I like your idea of the outer staircase,"
Vaid said.
"I know, my son might need to run.
At least this way, he can,"
he joked.
As he was talking, a girl came to the open office door.
"May I come in, sir?"
she asked.
Vaid, who was looking out at the city through the glass wall, said without looking at her,
"Put the file on the table."
The girl put the file on the table and started to leave.
"Wait,"
Vaid, who had walked to the table, said.
The girl turned around.
"Listen, this is the interior project file.
I need the mall plan.
Bring whatever you have,"
Vaid instructed.
The girl turned back to face him.
The girl froze when she saw Vaid's face.
Vaid was also surprised to see her.
"You...you...what are you doing here?"
he asked, astonished.
The girl was stunned; no words came out of her mouth.
"I asked you, what are you doing here?"
Vaid repeated.
The girl still didn't respond.
Vaid continued,
"I know you came here waiting for me.
But you can't blackmail me like this.
I know girls like you.
I don't want to see your face in this office.
Leave this office right now, today,"
he said angrily.
The girl ran out of the office, feeling confused and troubled.
Vaid threw the items on the table in anger, causing them to fall.
The girl at the reception rushed in.
"What's wrong, sir?"
she asked.
"Fix this office,"
Vaid said as he walked out of the guest room and left the office through the back door.
He went to the penthouse his dad had given him and got into the car to drive there.
He was very restless.
Night had fallen, and it was almost dinner time,
but Vaid had not returned home yet.
"What's the work you've assigned to him
that he didn't come on the first day?"
his mom was angry with his dad.
"Why does your anger always have to be on me?
I don't have the courage to control you and your son,"
she said.
His dad smiled and said,
"You call him and find out where he is."
His mom started calling him; the first call went straight to voicemail.
She called again, and this time he picked up.
"Sorry, mom; I was in the washroom.
Where are you? It's almost dinner time,"
she asked.
"I'm at the penthouse.
I'm not coming today.
Please don't call me repeatedly; I don't like it when you do that,"
Vaid said and hung up.
Why do you always get angry with me.
I don't have the courage to control you and your son.
Call him and find out where he is. His dad said with a laugh.
His mother started calling him. For the first time, the call went to voicemail. She called again. This time, he picked up the call.
Sorry, I was in the washroom.
Where are you, son? It's almost time for food.
I'm in the penthouse.
I'm not coming today. Please don't call me again and again.
I don't like to get such answers. Saying this, Ved cut off the call.
What happened? What did he say?
His mom became sad, so his dad asked.
I'm very worried about this boy.
Getting angry is not good.
I don't know what happened or who he had a fight with.
He won't come home today.
He will stay on the penthouse.
What was the need to gift him the penthouse?
Now he won't come home. His mom got angry at his dad.
If he had his own penthouse, he would have gone there.
Now we know he's safe there.
I've made arrangements for all the staff there.
It's better than staying in a hotel.
So now we don't need to worry about him.
I got the house ready for him after thinking it through.
You did well.
His aunt said.
Till now, I hadn't done anything right.
Now you agree with me.
Improve your mood. His dad said. He was trying to convince his aunt.
It's okay; it will be alright.
There's nothing wrong with my mood. His mom said.
Ved was sitting in his penthouse. He was sitting on a chair in his bedroom, having drink after drink. He wanted to forget that girl. For the last 5 years, she had been appearing in his dreams every night, and today she was waiting for him in his office.
He wondered what could have happened to her.
But she had found him.
Ved's head was spinning.
He was sitting with his eyes closed. His phone had many missed calls, but he wasn't picking up. He only picked up his aunt's call. After his aunt's call, when Malik called, he picked up.
Where are you?
I'm waiting for you at the club.
Come quickly.
No, I'm not coming.
My head hurts. Ved said.
I'm in my penthouse.
I have your beautiful friend from yesterday with me.
She's asking about you.
She doesn't feel good without you.
So should I send her to your penthouse?
Your headache will also get better.
He said with a laugh.
Okay, send her.
I'm sending you the address. Ved said.
It's good that she's coming.
I want to forget this girl.
My time will also pass well with her.
Ved hadn't forgotten the previous night either.
Takreer arrived at the penthouse within half an hour. Ved opened the door of the penthouse.
It seems my absence didn't suit you.
Welcome to my penthouse.
Ved said with a smile.
They were both heading towards his bedroom. As soon as they entered the room, she took off her heels and sat on the sofa.
I didn't know you were Ved Mehra.
You didn't tell me.
I was surprised to hear it. Shnaya Ahuja said.
Does it make a difference if I'm Ved Mehra or someone else?
He also sat on the sofa with her.
First, I'll make drinks for both of us.
She got up and started making drinks.
You know, baby, in just one night, you made me your slave.
Shnaya Ahuja's heart had never been attracted to anyone before,
But in just one night, you made me your slave.
After having drinks, they started getting close to each other. They were both heavily intoxicated.
Shnaya moved her face close to Ved's to kiss him. As soon as she kissed him, Ved pushed her away.
Ved started seeing Manvi's face in that girl.
What are you doing here?
Why can't you leave me alone? I asked, what are you doing here? He pushed Shnaya away.
Have you gone crazy?
She fell down. Shnaya was lying on the floor, confused.
Sorry. Ved said as he lifted her up.
You go from here; I'm not feeling well.
Ved sent her away from there.
I need to talk to that girl clearly.
I'll get her out of the office. That's how he spent the whole night. Manvi didn't get out of his mind for even a minute.
He didn't sleep well at night. Even after Shnaya left, he kept drinking for a long time. He slept late in the morning. Due to drinking too much the previous night, his head was aching. He hadn't eaten anything. His condition wasn't good at all. He got up somehow, went to the washroom, washed his face, and came down.
He wanted to have tea.
Now I even have to make tea myself.
He went to the kitchen and started checking his messages on his phone. There was a message from his dad. His dad had sent a number. You will find the people who work at your home on this number.
Call them, and they will arrive within some time to make food and clean.
He smiled after seeing his dad's message.
My dad is really the best dad in the world.
He knows what his son needs. He called, and Ved's cook arrived.
Should I go to the office?
He looked at his reflection in the mirror.
This is my second day at the office; I can't go like this.
What impression will I make?
Why don't I go to the mall instead of the office and see the work there? Anyway, he wanted to freshen up and didn't want to see that girl today.
So, he got ready and left for the mall. Once he reached the mall, he got so busy that the night had already fallen. But he was happy with his work because it was necessary for him to go there that day.
In the evening, instead of going to the penthouse, he went home.
What's wrong, brother? Today you came home. Vedant said as he saw him.
Good, it's good. Today we're all planning the engagement.
You are the eldest son, so you should also be there. His aunt said.
So, when is the engagement? Ved asked.
There are 15 days left for the engagement.
His aunt said.
Then there are very few days left.
And it's not like there are 15 days left for the engagement, and there is a lot of preparation. His small aunt, Moli, said.
The preparation is to be done by the girl's family,
And they are busy with the preparation.
Their whole family has reached Jaipur. His uncle Brijesh said.
The girl's family was from a business family in Delhi, and they had a connection to Rajasthan, Jaipur, so they wanted to get married in their city. They had a haveli in Jaipur, and the marriage was to be performed there in a very traditional way.
So, the engagement is happening in Jaipur.
Ved asked.
It will be a destination wedding; people are coming from far and wide. His dad said.
And yes, Ved, if you have any friends, you can invite them.
His uncle Ramesh said at the wedding.
And when are Sia and Rina coming? Rina said in between.
They will arrive in two or three days. Rina's mother-in-law, Rupa, said.
The girls had already made their preparations.
Both were in their second year of college and had gone on a college trip to Goa.
Ved, get clothes made for the engagement and marriage.
Many people will meet you for the first time there. His mom said.
Maybe some girl will also like you there.
Exactly like you; until I met your mom.
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Both of them were in their second year and both had gone to Goa on a college trip.
Vedit, you get clothes made for engagement and marriage. Your mom said, "Where many people will meet you for the first time."
"Why not? Maybe some girl likes Vedit there." His uncle said with a laugh. "He's the eldest son, and according to custom, he should get married first."
On his uncle's saying, Vedit's eyes suddenly remembered the girl he wanted to forget. She came back into his thoughts.
"I think Vedit likes some girl," his mom said. "Tell me, is there any girl? You can bring her, and we can meet her." His uncle jokingly said.
His mom looked at him seriously, and as soon as dinner was over, Vedit went to his room. His mom followed him.
"Is there any problem? Is there really a girl?" She asked him affectionately.
"No, there isn't. When there is, I'll tell you." Vedit said with a smile.
He didn't share his thoughts with anyone and remained silent.
At night, his dad got up to go to the washroom. He saw Vedit walking in the lawn and came down.
"What's wrong, son? What are you doing outside so late?" He asked.
"Why are you here so late?" Vedit asked back.
"How can a father sleep when his young son is roaming outside?" He said.
"Come, let's sit. You can't sleep, and neither can I."
They both sat on the swing.
"Son, don't think I'm your father. I'm your friend. If you want to share something, you can." His dad said.
"I know you're worried about me. I understand that Vedit is in some trouble."
The next day, Vedit woke up early in the morning. He had not had a drink the previous night, so he slept late but felt fresh.
He decided to leave the girl. He thought, "She can't work in my office. I know what she wants, but I'm not going to fall for her tricks."
For five years, he had been thinking about her, wondering how she was and what her situation was. But she was working in his office, waiting for him to arrive.
As he was getting ready to go to the office, his aunt said, "Have some breakfast, beta."
"I have to go, aunt. I have some urgent work at the office. I'll have breakfast there." He said and left.
He had to find out about Manvi as soon as he reached the office. No one was there yet. He called his assistant.
"Come to the office immediately. You have 10 minutes. If not, you're fired." He said.
The assistant arrived without bathing, changed clothes, and rushed to the office.
"Please don't fire me, sir," he said.
"Okay, now find out for me. I need details about a girl who works in our office. What's her name, and which department is she in?" Vedit asked.
The assistant asked, and Vedit thought about the girl's name. He often saw her face in his dreams but had never thought about her name.
"Her name is Manvi," he concluded.
The assistant asked, "Sir, do you want to know about someone?"
Vedit nodded.
The assistant went out to find out and returned after 15 minutes.
"Sir, I think I know who you're talking about," he said, handing Vedit a file with Manvi's photo.
Vedit nodded.
"She resigned yesterday and took all her belongings with her," the assistant said.
Vedit asked, "Can you find out where she went?"
The assistant nodded and left.
Vedit thought about Manvi. He recalled the accident with the politician's son's car and how he had to leave town for a while.
He went to his friend's village in Haryana, where his friend had a large farm.
Vedit stayed in the upstairs room. One morning, he saw a girl washing clothes in the courtyard of a small house next to his friend's house.
The girl had black eyes, was beautiful, and had long hair tied in a ponytail. She was soaked in water.
Vedit's friend came and said, "That's Manu. Her parents are not alive, and she lives with her aunt and uncle."
Vedit's attention shifted from the girl.
As they went to the fields, Vedit forgot about the girl.
On their way back, they saw the same girl getting off the bus at the bus stand. She wore a simple printed salwar kameez and a dupatta.
Vedit's attention was drawn to her again.
His friend said, "She must have come from college."
The phone rang, breaking Vedit's reverie. It was Goutam.
"Yes, what happened?" Vedit asked.
"She's not there. She's gone," Goutam said.
Vedit asked, "What do you mean she's not there?"
Goutam replied, "She's already left the place where she lived. I'm standing outside the house owner's place."
Vedit asked, "When did she leave?"
Just then, Ved's phone rang. The ringing pulled Ved out of his past memories. It was Gautam's call.
"Yes, what happened?" Ved asked.
"She is not where she is."
"Gone?"
"Meaning she is not where she is," Ved said.
"She has left the place where she was renting."
"I am standing at the landlord's place."
"When did she leave?" Ved questioned.
"Last night, she left last night."
"Okay, you come back," Ved told him.
Ved was really quite worried. He had said something once, and she had actually left. He had not expected her to leave like this at all. He had thought today, if needed, he would lure her with money. But Ved had said something once, and she had left her job. This thought was completely beyond him that evening.
If she was waiting for him, then...
Why did you leave like this? Are you planning something big?
Was her working there just a coincidence? Ved was getting very worried to himself. His mind was completely entangled with Manvi.
Just then, there was a knock on his office door.
"May I come in, Mr. Mehra?"
Kamal Sharma was standing in front, and with her was a beautiful girl. Kamal Sharma, who was a director in the company, around 45 years old, with a girl of about 20 years old.
"Come in."
"What's the need to ask?" Ved said with a smile.
"Meet her, this is my daughter, Raina."
Ved looked at her. She was wearing a short top with a black mini-skirt.
"Was there some work?" Ved asked.
"This is my daughter. She studies in college.
She is also trying her hand at modeling. She was free today, so she came with me.
I thought I should introduce you."
"For the company's next assignment."
"If she gets a chance in modeling," Kamal said.
"I just arrived yesterday.
I don't know much about what's happening in the company."
"Yes, still, I will try to get Miss Raina a job," Ved said.
If it were any other time, he would have gladly met Raina. But at this moment, his mind was so entangled with Manvi. He wasn't enjoying anything Kamal and Raina were saying. The more worried Ved had been seeing Manvi in the office, the more worried he was about the way she had left her job.
"Raina, send Ved your pictures."
"You'll need your biodata for modeling," Kamal Sharma told Raina.
"I don't have your number," Raina said to Ved. Ved had given her his number.
"I have your number now.
Now I will send you my biodata and photographs," Raina said.
"Okay."
Just then, Gautam entered the office, opening the door.
"Sorry." When he saw Kamal Sharma and her daughter sitting in Ved's office, he started to leave.
"No, come in," Ved told him.
Gautam came inside.
"By the way, one should knock before entering someone's office.
One should have such basic manners."
"You should change your assistant," Kamal did not like Gautam's entry at this time.
"He is my assistant.
I have given him permission to come without knocking.
Otherwise, nothing happens in my office without my permission." Ved replied instead of Gautam.
"I had urgent work. I had sent Gautam for that.
If you don't mind, may I talk to Gautam?" Ved said directly to Kamal Sharma.
"Yes, of course, anyway, we have to leave."
Kamal Sharma and Raina both got up and left the office.
"Mom, you were saying he would fall for me at first sight."
"But he didn't even talk properly," Raina said.
"Why do you worry? This is what you have to do.
Make him fall for you.
I want to get you married to Ved by any means.
You get pregnant by Ved somehow.
Then I will control him.
He is the future CEO of this entire company.
He owns the most shares.
Do you understand? I don't know how, but control him."
"Okay, Mom, if you say so.
I have his number. I will talk to him tonight.
And I still have to send him my photography." Both mother and daughter had come to Kamal's office and were sitting there talking.
Kamal, who had once tried to woo Balwant Mehra, who had once been Balwant Mehra's girlfriend, wanted to marry Balwant Mehra. But he married Vedika, and then Kamal Sharma could do nothing. Even after Balwant Mehra's marriage, she wanted to maintain a relationship, but he withdrew from all these things and was only interested in his wife. Now, seeing Ved Mehra, she was setting her daughter after Ved Mehra.
Raina's phone was lying on Kamal Sharma's office table. A message arrived on her phone. She picked it up to see.
"Who is it?" Kamal Sharma asked.
"It's Vedant Mehra. He saw me at the office.
He is calling me to his office.
Now you leave him alone.
He is married, it won't benefit us."
"Focus on Ved Mehra," Kamal Sharma said.
"That's fine, Mom, but he can give us inside information.
I have already got him under my thumb.
He is married, so there is no danger from him.
It will benefit us," Raina said.
"Your point is valid too.
So Mom, it's okay, I'm going to Vedant's office.
He is calling me."
"And darling, come, I was waiting for you," Vedant said, seeing Raina in his office.
"I came to meet you.
You don't even pick up my calls these days, nor do you come to meet me," Raina complained as she entered the office.
"Preparations for engagement and wedding are going on at home.
Reena is always around me, so it becomes a bit difficult to talk to you." Vedant started to lock the office door.
"Why are you locking it?" Raina, who had sat on the sofa there, asked.
"So that no one can disturb us."
He came near her and started taking off his blazer.
"Whenever I see you, I lose control."
Vedant placed his hand on her thigh.
"You are married, you have a wife."
"What need do I have?" Raina said with great charm.
"A wife doesn't have that spark which a girlfriend has."
Vedant placed his hand on her thigh.
"You are married, you have a wife."
"What need do I have?" Raina said with great charm.
"A wife doesn't have that spark which a girlfriend has."
"And what you have, it doesn't have that spark," Vedant put his hand inside the small top she was wearing. Raina got up and came right next to him and started kissing him.
A short while later, their clothes lay on the sofa, and their voices echoed in the room.
After that, Ved got busy with his work.
He liked working; there was no doubt about that.
Whatever work he started, he did it with such concentration that he would get completely absorbed. The thought of Manvi had also left his mind. But as soon as he was free in the evening, the same question started swirling in his mind again.
If she was waiting for him,
then why did she leave her job after just one word from him? Thinking this, he walked out of the office. He felt like going to a club. He wanted to completely forget about Manvi. He reached home and freshened up. He had just finished bathing and came out when there was a knock on his room door.
It was his mom. She had a glass of juice in her hand.
"Mom, why did you bring it?"
"You could have sent a servant," he said.
"I thought I would spend some time with my son this way."
"Are you going somewhere?" she saw Ved had changed into a shirt and jeans.
"I'm going to a club."
"Tomorrow, do your wedding shopping.
There are very few days left."
"Okay, Mom, I will."
"If you say, shall I come with you?"
"Okay, Mom, we both will go." Ved knew that his mother loved him very much and wanted to spend time with him.
Ved left for the club. His mom came down, thinking something. Actually, Vedant's wife, Reena's, younger sister was arriving. She knew that Reena's family wanted her to marry Ved, and she did not like Vedika at all. She was afraid that she would try to trap Ved and create such a situation that he would be forced to marry her. She wanted to talk to Ved. But she did not have the courage to talk to Ved openly.
She presented the same matter to Balwant that night. Hearing her, Balwant laughed.
"You want to protect your son."
"That's why I'm worried. She will weave such a web that Ved will be forced to marry her."
"Do you know how Reena and Vedant got married?"
"Reena is still a good girl, but her younger sister and her mother..."
"You know them well."
"Don't worry, you just pray to God"
"That the right girl comes into your son's life."
"Like you met me."
"I am here, I have my eyes everywhere.
What is happening where, nothing is hidden from me," Balwant said lovingly to Vedika.
"Okay."
"You don't take my words seriously."
"Come here to me."
Vedika, who was sitting on the side of the bed, went and sat right next to Balwant. Balwant held her hand and said.
"Your son is not foolish.
He is very clever. In fact, your son is more than clever."
"I admit girls are his weakness, but he doesn't do foolish things."
"Understand? And I am here, why do you worry?"
Vedika smiled at his words.
"Yes, you look good when you smile."
"Now stop worrying about your son, worry about his father," he pulled Vedika into his arms.
Balwant's younger brother, Ramesh, and his son, Vedant, were both in the office. Even though it was quite late at night, they had not come home. There was someone else with them.
"So what do we do about this Ved now?"
"I thought since Balwant's health hasn't been good lately,
he might make me the CEO of the company."
"But look, his son has returned," Ramesh said to Vedant.
"Don't worry about him, Dad.
He is quite a debauch and isn't afraid of anyone."
"I have a girl to get involved with him.
I have already spoken to her."
"But will it work?"
"I am trying."
"Okay, anyway, we will be in Jaipur for at least a week for the wedding.
Work won't be done then. All this will happen there."
"It will be the perfect time to remove Ved from your path."
"Don't worry, no matter what, Ved will not be in my way.
You will be the CEO. Then he won't help us." Vedant gestured to the third person with them.
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The soft rays of the sun spread through the large glass windows into the hall of "The Edge." The view of the sea in front, the sound of waves crashing on the shore, and in that silence, the thud-thud-thud of a treadmill echoed.
Aryan Rajvansh – in black track pants and a grey t-shirt – was finishing his run. Every step matched the seconds on the clock. Fine beads of sweat on his face, but the same steely coldness in his eyes.
Suddenly, he stopped the treadmill. His gaze fell on the wall – a painting was slightly crooked. Perhaps it had been moved during cleaning.
Aryan slowly got off, draped a towel over his shoulder, and went to the painting to straighten it.
90 degrees. Absolutely perfect.
At that moment, a faint dust landed on his fingertips.
Took a deep breath… stay calm… stay calm…
But the next second, he picked up his phone.
"Dev…" His voice was cold.
"Don't send the cleaner you hired today again. His fingerprints are left on the wall."
Phone cut.
Aryan glanced at the kitchen. The Salt Box was slightly askew. He went and straightened it.
A chair at the dining table was sticking out a little – he pushed it back to its exact place.
His OCD wasn't just about cleanliness – it was the rule of his mind. Everything in its place. If anyone broke a rule, Aryan's world would shake.
---
Outside the Gate
Around nine in the morning.
A girl stood at the large gate of "The Edge." Jeans, a light blue shirt, sports shoes on her feet, and her hair neatly tied. Innocence on her face and a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
She rang the gate bell.
The guard came.
"Yes?"
The girl smiled and said—
"I'm here for a cooking interview."
The guard asked for her name, then said—
"Go inside. Dev Sir will be here shortly."
The girl walked in. Her eyes scanned everything around.
A lush green lawn, a row of flowers, and a beautiful seating area on one side – modern wooden chairs, blue cushions.
In front of the lawn, a large hall – and across the hall, a door to the kitchen.
Just then, a voice came from behind—
"Are you Sanvi Sharma?"
She turned around. A man around 40 years old stood there. Formal clothes, a serious expression on his face.
"Yes… yes."
"I am Dev Sinha. Mr. Aryan Rajvansh's assistant. Come, I'll show you the kitchen."
Sanvi followed him. They reached the kitchen through the hall.
Her eyes lit up seeing the kitchen.
Glass shelves, automatic chimney, modern induction, and everything spotless.
Sanvi thought – I've never seen such a perfect kitchen.
Dev said—
"We were told about you by your institute."
Sanvi smiled—
"Yes, I'm doing my diploma in culinary arts. I know how to cook all kinds of food."
Dev nodded.
"Alright. By the way, you'll only have to cook for one person."
Sanvi was surprised.
"Just one?"
"Yes. Mr. Aryan Rajvansh."
Sanvi found it a bit strange. Such a big house, so much space – and only one person!
Dev seemed to read her mind.
"Don't worry. You'll get good payment. Just the work needs to be perfect."
Sanvi asked—
"What will be the timings?"
"Don't worry about breakfast. He takes it himself. Your work is dinner. And if you ever need to make lunch, we'll fix a time."
Sanvi nodded. Happiness bloomed in her heart. This was not a small opportunity. She desperately needed money.
Because she was from a middle-class family. Her father had a small shop in town. As the elder of two sisters, she had responsibilities. Living in Mumbai was not cheap.
Dev looked at her with stern eyes and said—
"Remember one thing. You only need to come to the kitchen. Do your work and leave directly. Do not go into any other rooms."
Sanvi nodded—
"Yes, I understand."
"And yes, if you want to eat or drink anything for yourself, there's a staff kitchen outside. Nothing from this kitchen."
"Okay, sir."
Dev said one last time—
"Be careful… Mr. Aryan is extremely fond of cleanliness. Even a slight mess… and you won't be here."
Sanvi took a deep breath.
"No problem. I'm used to hard work."
Then she went outside.
Her new world was about to begin tomorrow.
Sanvi, leaving "The Edge," walked straight towards the road. The air outside was a bit damp, but there was a hint of relief in her heart – at least she had secured the job.
Now it was time for the next stop. She walked briskly to the nearby bus stop.
People were already standing at the stop – some going to offices, some to college.
Just then, a bus appeared in the distance, kicking up dust.
The bus stopped slowly, but there wasn't even an inch of space inside.
"It's full…" someone said from behind, but Sanvi glanced at her watch—
10:02 AM
She was getting late.
"No problem," she told herself and, gathering her courage, pushed into the crowd.
Making her way through the people, she somehow managed to step onto the bus.
Balancing her bag with one hand and holding the handle with the other in the crowd – she stood near the window.
In the morning crowd of Mumbai, she was an ordinary girl, holding onto her dreams… becoming a part of that crowd.
--- Institute – Chef Class
The building of Sanvi's institute was in front.
After getting off the bus, she ran into the campus.
The class had already started.
A quiet atmosphere, recipe sheets in front of the students, and kitchen stations ready.
Sanvi rushed in. Wearing a white chef's coat, hair tied in a bun, sweat on her forehead.
"Sorry sir… excuse me… I'm late. The bus was late, and…"
Her words trailed off.
There was silence in the class.
Chef Amaresh Kapoor – around 50, an instructor with sharp eyes – watched her.
Then he said,
"Sanvi, you know how important this practical is. You'll move forward with focus, not excuses. Go, take your place."
Sanvi bowed her head and walked towards her station.
On her seat, her cake ingredients were laid out – flour, butter, eggs, cream, and other things.
"Now we will learn – how to make a cake with the correct measurements,"
Chef Kapoor was saying,
"The measurement of everything is important. A recipe itself means balance. If anything deviates even a little, the taste will be ruined."
Sanvi heard the words, but it was her habit – to do things her own way.
She picked up a bowl and started putting in flour by estimation. Then butter, then sugar.
The chef's gaze fell on her.
"What are you doing, Sanvi?"
His voice was stern.
Sanvi got a little nervous, but then smiled and said,
"Sir… I'm making a cake…"
"And the flour you put in, the butter you put in – how did you measure them?"
"By estimation." She said hesitantly.
The chef's face hardened.
"By estimation?"
"Yes… when you get used to it, your hands automatically measure correctly… it also becomes quick."
Chef Kapoor took a deep breath.
"Alright, then tell me – how many grams of flour are in what you just put in?"
Sanvi remained silent.
She didn't know herself.
"See?" he said,
"If you want to work by estimation, this isn't a profession, this is a home kitchen. A chef is someone who gives as much respect to every ingredient as to the taste."
Sanvi bowed her head.
She knew – it was her mistake. But in her heart, she resolved—
"From tomorrow, I will measure all my ingredients, even if it takes time – but if I want to learn, I will learn completely."
--- Campus Lawn, Lunch Break
This was the same campus where there were two different blocks – one was the Culinary Institute where Sanvi was training, and next to it was Free Horizon College (Arts/Commerce) where her younger sister Kriti studied. The green lawn spread between the two blocks became a meeting spot during lunch breaks.
It was the free period in the afternoon. Kriti sat with her friends amidst the shadows cast on the grass. Sanvi came and sat with them.
Kriti: "The queen has arrived! Late again today?"
Sanvi (smiling): "Had an interview today… I got the job!"
Raghav, a boy from the hospitality batch sitting nearby, exclaimed in surprise—
"Job? Where?"
Sanvi: "At Mr. Aryan Rajvansh's house. Dinner cooking."
Raghav's eyes widened.
"You'll work there? Oh, you won't last! I heard he doesn't like anyone. Staff leaves within two days. Anger… Oh my god!"
Kriti laughed and said—
"Raghav, my sister isn't afraid of anyone. She has a job, she'll do it. And anyway… she needs the money!"
Sanvi shrugged.
"Look, the deal is clear. I'll go after college. He'll be in his office then. I'll make dinner and leave before he arrives."
Raghav interrupted—
"But won't you ever run into him?"
Sanvi: "If he ever wants lunch, he'll message. Otherwise, it's directly dinner. Meeting him isn't necessary."
Everyone sitting on the lawn grass now leaned closer. The conversation, spinning around, eventually landed on the same topic – Aryan Rajvansh.
Kriti (frowning): "By the way, sister… he can fire you too, right? I heard he changes staff for the slightest reason."
Sanvi (laughing, but with sarcasm): "He absolutely can! And if we meet, we might even fight. Heard he's very crotchety. Everything in its place… not an inch here or there. I think he measures everything with a scale!"
Kriti quickly added,
"Ha! And I think he must be some old, angry man – because people only get so irritable in old age."
Raghav, sitting nearby, smiled inwardly and was also a little surprised at this. As far as he knew, Aryan Rajvansh wasn't old, but a young business tycoon – he had seen his pictures in the media. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself. Perhaps it wasn't the right time.
Sanvi leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and said:
"Look, there will be a list ready for me every day – what to make, how much, at what time. I'll cook accordingly. That's all."
Then she added in a firm voice:
"I don't care about being jostled in the bus. It's a city – it'll be fine. But if the work is systematic, then good, otherwise I won't stay for even a minute."
Kriti clapped and teased her—
"See, you'll be the one to bring that crotchety man in line!"
The three of them burst out laughing. But behind the laughter was a truth – for Sanvi, this wasn't just a job, it was a question of her studies, her sister's fees, and her family's responsibilities.
The bell rang again. Everyone started getting up.
Raghav turned as he was leaving and said softly:
"Sanvi… jokes aside, but really – don't move things in their house. And… if you ever run into him, just say 'Sorry, next time better.' They're not bad people – just… different."
Sanvi nodded.
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After cooking, Sanvi had to go back. A kitchen door opened directly into the lawn, and it was the easiest way out.
But... a thought crossed her mind—
Such a beautiful house… I should see it a little.
She looked around with light steps. The whole house was silent. Anyway, the people who lived here—staff, security—had quarters built outside for them. And according to Farid, the owner of this house absolutely did not like anyone interfering in his private space.
Still, where no one was present, Sanvi slowly moved towards the lobby.
As soon as she stepped into the lobby, she noticed many things at a glance—wooden panels, a chandelier on the high ceiling, and a large picture hanging on the wall directly opposite.
Her steps halted as soon as she saw the picture.
She went closer and looked carefully—the picture looked like it was from about seventy years ago. A man of royal stature, with a white beard and mustache, his eyes held a deep sternness.
She whispered,
"So, you are the Aryan dynasty."
She thought maybe it was a picture of Aryan. For a moment, she thought—
Such a royal look… it seems this family is no less than a story.
After cooking, Sanvi left the Dynasty House. Sanvi had just reached home when "Mom" flashed on her phone. She quickly picked up the call.
Mom: "Sanvi… I heard you started a job? Where are you? Is everything okay?"
Sanvi controlled her breath.
Sanvi: "Oh no, Mom, don't worry. I got a job at a small restaurant. The people there are very good. I am safe."
Mom's voice softened a bit.
Mom: "Okay… but why isn't Kriti picking up my call?"
Sanvi: "She probably didn't hear it, Mom. She's studying a lot right now. She has exams next week—studying day and night. She will call you later."
Mom: "Alright… when will you call Dad?"
Sanvi: "Please convey my regards. I'll talk again in the evening."
As soon as the call ended, Sanvi breathed a sigh of relief.
Kriti, sitting nearby, giggled:
Kriti: "What's the matter, DiDi! You can lie so easily!"
Sanvi couldn't even manage a smile.
Sanvi: "What should I do? Should I tell them I cook at someone's house? They'll think I've become a maid. They won't like it. And I had to lie about you too—now go and study!"
Riya, sitting nearby, watched them both and smiled.
Kriti got up and went from the small lobby towards the room. As she left, Sanvi called out:
"Don't forget to call Mom!"
Kriti waved without turning back. For a few moments, light laughter and worry floated together in the house.
The night had deepened. Security lights lit up at the grand gates of the Dynasty House as a black Rolls-Royce was entering from the driveway—Aryan Dynasty's signature car.
The guard saluted and said on the intercom:
"Sir has arrived—garage open."
The electronic doors opened. Inside, a private collection of eleven cars gleamed in a long row—sports cars under covers, pearl-white SUVs, vintage classics… everything neatly arranged in numbered bays.
Aryan slowly reversed the car into its designated spot (Bay-01). Engine off. Door closed. Then—his routine:
Did he hear the lock beep or not?
Are the tires on the line marks?
Is there a water droplet on the front grille?
He wanted perfection in even the smallest detail. His eyes were sharp—as if even a slight wrong angle wouldn't let him sleep.
Finding everything in order, he nodded slightly and stepped out of the garage. His steps had that same controlled royal poise—the kind people notice and remember.
Aryan entered the house. First, he went to his room, took a shower, freshened up, and changed into new clothes before coming out. The sound of his footsteps echoed on the cool marble floor.
He headed straight to the kitchen—he felt like drinking something. But as soon as he entered the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed.
---but still, there were items that Sanvi had left on the counter—a slim bottle of extra virgin olive oil, truffle-infused vinegar, a jar of organic honey, and artisan almond butter. She used to say, "Whatever is used daily should be within reach."
His gaze suddenly went to the top of the oven. A small piece of paper was stuck there, neatly written:
"What to heat and for how many minutes to heat."
Sanvi's handwriting was neat, but Aryan's anger had reached its peak. He immediately took out his mobile and dialed Dev's number.
Aryan (in a stern voice):
"Find a new cook for the house."
Dev, who was well aware of his nature, simply said:
"Okay, sir."
There was no question of an argument.
As soon as the phone call ended, Aryan took a deep breath. He was just about to make coffee—because dinner was still some time away. But then the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen broke his intention.
Though he didn't feel like it, he took food out of the fridge, put it in the microwave, and arranged it on a plate. Then he sat down at the kitchen dining table.
The moment he took the first bite, his face changed.
"Amazing..."
The words slipped out of his lips unintentionally.
The taste was exquisite—so much so that he slowly finished the entire meal. Looking at the empty plate, a slight thought flickered in his eyes—
"Whoever made this... has done an incredible job."
The next morning, Aryan arrived at his office. Everything was organized as usual—glass walls, a long table, two screens, and meetings at precise times.
Dev was also there. He wasn't officially "full-time personal staff," but practically, he managed half of Aryan's life—schedule, house, car details, even kitchen staff.
As soon as the afternoon meeting ended, Aryan closed the file and said:
"Did you fire that new cook?"
"No, I'll go home after noon today. I'll give the cook a day's salary and tell her to leave."
"No, don't fire her. She makes good food. But yes, explain it to her."
"Yes, and she left the kitchen messy. She left me a note—how much to heat what. I don't want anyone's 'letters' in my house. No slips. Just cook the food and leave."
Aryan leaned back in his chair and exhaled.
"Let her keep the kitchen clean. I don't need instructions."
Dev nodded.
"Alright. I'll tell her."
During lunch, Aryan was at a restaurant with Shiv Mehta, a friend of his friend. Anika also worked in his office and was possibly his business partner. Both were having lunch when she asked Aryan with a smile, "What happened, did you find a new cook to cook for you?"
Shiv knew how many cooks had been changed in the house that month. Cooks who had worked in high-profile hotels were hired, but Aryan Dynasty didn't like the food made by any of them. Even if the food was liked, their way of working (or the discipline in the kitchen) didn't appeal to him.
Many poor souls, scared by his OCD-like habits, left on their own. Shiv and Aryan had been together for many years.
Shiv asked,
"Is it a man or a woman?"
"It's a woman.
I think it must be an older woman,
because the way the food was made,
it was truly good.
The food didn't just have a professional taste,
it was a bit different," Aryan Dynasty was praising the food.
"I liked her cooking style,
but she completely changed the kitchen.
You know, I don't like people who move kitchen items around.
It's my house, and everything will be done my way," Aryan was telling Shiv.
"If she doesn't change her habits,
I'll fire her.
She even left me a note
on how to heat the food."
---
Sanvi comes home to cook after college.
By then, Dev had also arrived home.
Dev was talking to a woman in the hall.
Then Sanvi entered the hall to go to the kitchen.
Dev said to her,
"Shanti... this is Shivani.
Her job is dusting the house and managing the rooms."
Actually, the man who cleaned the house
lived in the staff quarters,
which were built on one side of the house.
He used to clean the floors,
clean the lawn,
meaning, he did all the other chores.
But Aryan wanted a separate maid for dusting,
who would keep everything he kept in its perfect place.
The previous maid had been fired,
so she hadn't come today.
Dev said,
"You both have your own work.
Do it carefully."
Dev left after explaining to them.
And Shivani was also supposed to come from tomorrow.
---
Dev came back as he exited the hall.
"Sanvi, be careful—no notes this time."
For a moment, Shivani was confused hearing his words,
then she remembered she had written a note about heating the food.
"Okay, as you say," Shanti said with a smile.
"We don't need to tell him anything. Cook and leave."
After talking to Dev, Sanvi enters the kitchen.
She didn't know Aryan completely yet.
"This man! I only left the note for him,"
She also felt bad about this.
She came into the kitchen,
the items she had placed on the counter were no longer there.
As soon as she opened the fridge,
the same items were kept inside the fridge.
"Oh God! Who keeps this in the fridge?"
"This is the man! I left the note for him,"
This also bothered her.
She came into the kitchen,
the items she had placed on the counter were no longer there.
As soon as she opened the fridge,
the same items were found inside the fridge.
"Oh God! Who puts this in the fridge?"
Just then, a child enters the hall.
He was with driver Ram.
Ram was very close not only to Aryan but also to his entire family.
Besides driving, he also took care of personal household chores
and was a very trustworthy person.
As they enter the hall,
they hear some noise from the kitchen.
"Uncle, go slowly... it seems someone is in the kitchen.
We can scare them,"
Aarav said mischievously.
The child saw Sanvi taking something out of the fridge.
He came up from behind and placed his hand on her shoulder, scaring her.
She jumped in fear,
because she thought she was alone there.
"Who are you people?"
she asked, catching her breath.
Ram replied,
"This is the son of Mr. Jai Rajvansh's sister.
He had left a toy in the hall,
so he had to come to get it.
And I am Ram.
I work for Aryan Rajvansh.
I drive for him,
I also take care of household chores,
and when needed at the office,
I work there too."
Ram had introduced himself completely.
Then Jai said innocently,
"Can you bring my toy?
It was left in the hall."
"No," Sanvi replied.
"I am only allowed in the kitchen.
I cannot move around the house."
"Sister, if you need to go to the washroom,
no one will stop you."
Sanvi understood
that she could not win an argument with him.
"Please, son, bring it yourself."
She knew
that she could not go anywhere else in the house.
"Come on, son, we'll get it,"
Ram said.
"Take your toy and let's go."
"Now that I am here,
I might as well play some games,"
Jai said mischievously.
He liked Sanvi,
so he said,
"Sister, if you wish,
you can play with me.
I feel like
playing with you."
She smiled,
"I would definitely play with you,
but who will do my work?
I have to make dinner.
You go with Uncle."
---
Meanwhile, a meeting was going on in the office.
In the meeting, besides Aryan Rajvansh,
his sister Ananya Rathore,
her husband Jagat Rathore,
and Aryan's business partner and friend
Shiv Mehta were also present.
While talking in the meeting,
Jagat Rathore said,
"Your plans are always excellent.
Whatever you think,
you make it happen."
Aryan smiled and said,
"And how do you feel?"
Aryan asked his sister.
Ananya replied,
"I also agree with you."
"The deal is final. We all agree with every aspect of it. But there is one more problem," Ananya said.
She stood up from her place and put her arms around Aryan's neck where he was sitting.
"Sister, what is the problem?" Aryan asked.
Ananya looked at Jagat and then at Shiv Mehta.
"We are gathering at Mom's place for breakfast on Sunday. Mom has been calling us for so many days. I also received her call," Ananya said.
Shiv said,
"Aunty was getting angry. If you're not coming, just say clearly that you're not coming."
Ananya said to Aryan,
"I'll tell Mom, okay? We'll have lunch there on Sunday."
"Okay," Aryan Rajvansh said.
In fact, Aryan was so busy that he had no time for his personal life.
His mother, who lived in a separate house, had been calling him for days.
"Very good, brother!" Ananya said happily.
"Now you all carry on with your plans. I'm leaving," saying this, Arya stood up and left.
Only Aryan was left there.
---
"Sister, I want juice!"
Jay, sitting in the hall, loudly called out to Sanvi.
Sanvi, who was working, left her work and said,
"Coming!"
She brought juice for Aryan.
As soon as she brought the juice to Jay,
she saw that the sofa cushions were fallen down,
and toys were scattered there.
"If your uncle sees this, he will fire me!
Come, let's fix this first."
"Okay, sister,"
He got up from his game.
Together they arranged the living room sofa cushions.
They kept the toys aside.
"Will you eat something?"
Shivani asked afterwards.
"No, sister, I have to go home.
I need to reach home before Mom gets back."
"So, didn't you ask Mom before coming?"
"No, my computer broke down there.
I couldn't play games, so I came here,"
he said with a smile—a mischievous child.
Laughing, Shivani kissed his face.
In these few moments, a strong bond had formed between them.
Jay went home with Ram.
---
Sanvi made her food.
And she still left a note today—
"The soup to be added to this dish, I have made it and kept it in the fridge.
Take it out while eating."
She stuck it on the microwave and left.
In the evening, Aryan came home.
As usual, after freshening up and changing, he went to the kitchen.
He wanted to make black coffee for himself.
On the counter were the bottles of the same ingredients, with labels written in English,
all the items were there—and also the note, stuck on the microwave.
He sighed at this and got angry too.
He took the note and threw it in the dustbin.
Then he made his black coffee.
When he ate dinner,
he felt very good after eating.
He cleared all the items from the counter,
then ate.
His anger—
why were the items on the counter? Why was the note left?—
it also disappeared.
---
The next day when Sanvi came,
the counter was completely clean.
There was not a single item on it.
"Oh God! What should I do with this man?
Why does no one leave my placed items!"
She got angry.
But she knew
that she should get used to it.
That's how things started to work.
She would cook, and always leave a note.
When Aryan came—he would throw it away.
Now he had even started smiling after reading her note.
---
When Sanvi tried a new dish,
she would leave a note—
"I have made it fresh.
The one you brought from the market,
I have made that very tasty too.
Try eating it and don't touch the yogurt I have set on the counter at all, otherwise the yogurt won't set."
Aryan would read the slip,
then throw it in the dustbin,
and try the recipe she made.
But now Aryan's biggest problem was
that he didn't like the cleanliness of the counter.
The items he put in the fridge were also scattered.
So now Aryan Rajvansh also started leaving notes—
"Keep the fridge clean
and the counter too."
As soon as Sanvi read this note,
a smile appeared on her face.
"It seems he is also starting to be influenced by me,"
she thought.
In Shivani's eyes,
Aryan Rajvansh was an elderly,
an older man.
And similarly, in Aryan's eyes,
Shivani was an older woman,
who worked as a cook in his house.
Thus, the days passed.
---
One day, when Sanvi came to cook,
Dev sahib was pacing around worriedly.
He saw Sanvi.
"Sanvi, do you know any woman
who can dust the house properly
and doesn't steal
and doesn't need to put things here and there?"
"Why? What happened to the woman who used to work, Shivani?"
"I fired her,"
Dev said with a sigh.
After thinking for a moment, Sanvi said,
"Yes, there is one."
"Then call her. I want to talk to her,"
Dev said.
"I am here,"
Sanvi said.
"Look, I come to cook,
I will also dust.
Your house is not that big.
I have no problem."
"Actually, Sanvi desperately needed money.
She also needed money for her younger sister Kriti.
And then the house rent and all the expenses..."
Dev thought for a moment and said,
"Are you sure?"
She had been persistent for many days.
Otherwise, everyone would leave the job quickly.
And Aryan himself hadn't fired her," Dev thought.
-
After talking to Dev, Sanvi goes to the kitchen.
She finds a note, on which was written—
"I will not eat dinner at home tonight, so don't cook."
Reading the slip, she became happy.
Is today her day off?
---
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After talking to Dev, Sanvi reaches the kitchen.
She finds a note, which reads—
"I will not be eating dinner at home tonight, so don't cook."
Reading the slip, she feels happy.
Is today her day off?
"What's the matter, you came home early today?" Riya asked in surprise upon seeing Sanvi at home.
"Got a day off from cooking today?"
Sanvi smiled slightly and said, "No, they refused when I went there."
"So are you free today?" Riya asked.
"No," Sanvi shook her head, "Why, what happened?"
Riya came closer and said to Sanvi, "There was a call from the agency. There's a big party this evening. They need some people to work. Some people have refused, so will you come with us?"
Sanvi said hesitantly, "But I am very tired. I went there earlier, then came back. Now I want to rest."
"It's not a tiring job," Riya explained to her, "It's a party for very important people. Good money is to be made. Our expenses will also be covered."
"Come on, it's just a few hours of work."
Riya said with a smile, "You just get ready."
"Look, what has happened to your phone! It switches off while talking," Riya said with annoyance.
Then she took a deep breath and added, "How many problems are there in our lives... everything is stuck because of money."
What Riya said was true. Those girls were going through hardship, but none of them knew how to give up. Studying, small jobs, and holding onto their dreams—this was their daily struggle, trying to make their tomorrow better.
"Okay dear, why are you talking sadly? Come on, let's go," Sanvi tried to lighten the mood.
Finally, after much persuasion, she agreed to go.
---
"Should we take Kriti along too? They need three people," Riya suggested.
"No point," Sanvi shook her head. "You know she won't go. Let's just go, both of us—the work will be done."
The two reached the venue of the big evening party—a luxurious farmhouse-like place, glittering with lights. A long line of cars, staff bustling outside, and the faint tune of music coming from within.
"Looks like we are late," Riya said, checking her watch.
"What if they don't let us in?" Sanvi felt a little worried.
"Relax! Let's go ahead," Riya said.
On the way, Sanvi teased, "Why do you take so long to get ready?"
Riya laughed, "Yes, I admit, but would I have come just like this? I have to put on a little face!"
Just then, Riya's phone rang. She saw the screen and said, "You guys go inside, I'm coming."
Sanvi went inside. Riya moved aside and started talking on the phone—it was the agency, confirming the last-minute duty details.
As soon as she finished the call, Riya quickly walked towards the glass entrance. She hurriedly pushed the door open—at that very moment, someone was coming out from inside.
Riya stumbled back slightly. In front of her was a tall young man in a well-tailored suit—Shiv Mehta—who was just coming out of the hall.
"Sorry!" Riya said immediately.
"No, I am sorry," Shiv Mehta replied politely, then smiled and said, "Are you okay?"
Riya's heart was still pounding—perhaps more from her haste and nervousness than the collision. The party was going on inside; her shift was about to start outside; and standing in front of her was someone she didn't know yet—but perhaps this meeting wouldn't go unnoticed.
Riya quickly went inside, but Shiv Mehta's gaze remained fixed on her. He stood there for a while, as if the glimpse of that beautiful girl had stirred something in his heart.
"Who is she?" the question arose in his mind.
She was in jeans and a shirt, and didn't look like a waitress in any way. Shiv walked away from there, thinking with a slight smile.
This party was organized in a luxurious hotel, in an open area by the sea. There was magnificent decoration all around, crystal-like sparkling lights, and people dressed in expensive attire.
Tables were set under the open sky, and the air carried the salty chill of the sea along with the fragrance of expensive perfume.
---
On one side, Aryan Rajvansh and Jagat Rathore were discussing a business deal. As soon as their conversation ended, the person left.
Aryan and Jagat were standing alone when a smart young man approached them.
"What's happening, brother?"
Saying this, he hugged Jagat directly.
Jagat laughed and said, "Hey, Inder! Where have you been? Haven't seen you for days."
"Hug me too," he said, laughing, and hugged Aryan Rajvansh as well.
Aryan said with a slight smile, "It's been so long, where were you? I haven't seen you."
"I was in South America, just for two weeks," Inder explained.
"You went for two weeks, you could have at least made a call, Inder!" Jagat said angrily. "We have such a big business. Someone disappears for two weeks without informing—what is this if not carelessness?"
Aryan stood nearby, smiling. "Brother, you know very well—I'm not interested in the office," Inder said carelessly.
"You will have to take interest," Jagat said sternly. "I am not against your singing and musical group. Your music is famous not only in the country but abroad too—that's a matter of pride. But ignoring the family business is not right. You will have to take responsibility for us too."
Jagat interjected with a laugh, "Absolutely right. Inder Rathore cannot just remain a stage star. Household work is equally important. Remember, Mom and Dad have given you equal responsibility as mine."
Inder said with a slight smile, "Why are you all so worried? I am here. It's just that I have some shows lined up right now, so I'm busy."
"See, Jagat, the same excuse again," Aryan said jokingly.
Inder laughed and said, "Okay, okay. But I have to leave now. You know, my fans are waiting."
Jagat sighed. "He's gone too..."
Aryan looked at Jagat. "Where will he go? He will have to join the office eventually. Enough of his musical excuses."
---
Meanwhile, at the same party, Sanvi and her friend Riya were working as waitresses with the catering team. They had no idea that Aryan Rajvansh was present there.
While arranging plates, Sanvi whispered, "Didn't I tell you this morning—feed that little dog. Did you do it or not?"
"I fed it," Riya said, arranging glasses on the tray. "I also fed the puppies downstairs. And I told the guard to inform me when I arrive."
Sanvi smiled. "Good job. You might have forgotten."
The two were standing near a drink counter. Sanvi was serving drinks to the guests when she suddenly felt—someone was looking at her intently. She raised her eyes. A short distance away, Inder Rathore was standing.
He was just about to leave after meeting some guests when his gaze fell on Sanvi. Innocent face, simplicity, and shining eyes—a spark ignited in Inder's heart.
As Sanvi moved forward with the tray, Inder called out, "Hello!"
Sanvi stopped. She thought he needed a drink. "Yes, what will you have, sir?"
Inder picked up a glass from the tray but was interested in a conversation. "Do you love animals a lot?"
Sanvi smiled slightly. "Animals are lovable, aren't they?"
"Listen to me," Inder said as she started to move on.
She stopped. "Yes?"
"I love animals too. I also love animals. There are many dog shelters in the city—shall we go sometime?"
Sanvi said in a casual but distant manner, "You don't need me for this, sir. If you search on the internet, you'll find many places. I just go when I get time."
Just then, Riya returned to get the tray and intervened, overhearing the conversation. "Sir, if you really want to go to a shelter, then call Sanvi. She goes often."
Sanvi glared at Riya, but it was too late.
Inder took out his phone. "Oh? So the number?"
Riya quickly said, "Yes, note it down—" and gave Sanvi's number.
Inder said as he saved the number, "Thanks. Let's go sometime." He smiled and moved on.
As he moved away, Sanvi said angrily, "Why did you give my number? What was the need?"
Riya said, "Oh dear, it's an opportunity! We can't remain waitresses our whole lives. What's wrong if some nice, rich, handsome guy shows interest? It will be beneficial if you get settled."
"I have no interest in all these things," Sanvi said displeased. "Do your work, and don't share your number with anyone."
Riya laughed. "You'll see, you'll agree."
From afar, Inder looked at Sanvi once again—there was an unspoken longing in his smile now.
---
It was evening. A high-profile party was in full swing at the city's most opulent banquet hall. Sparkling lights, guests in expensive suits, and live music—everything made the place special. The party was hosted by the Dynastic-Jagatraj Group, and for this reason, Aryan Dynastic and Indra Rathore were present.
Meanwhile, Sanvi and her friend Riya were part of the catering team. Both were working in waitress uniforms. They had no idea that the very people they were serving drinks to that day could change the course of their lives.
---
"Whether or not it changed anyone else's life, Sanvi's entry into Aryan Dynastic's life that day was going to be like the restart of an old, unfinished story."
Neither Aryan knew this, nor did Sanvi have any premonition... but their first meeting was not just a coincidence. It was a thread that was going to bind two souls—forever.
Aryan and Sanvi—people from two different worlds, walking on two different paths, but on that day, it was as if the universe itself had turned their paths towards each other. When they first came face to face, perhaps they wouldn't understand what was between them—but time would slowly make them understand that it wasn't just a moment... this meeting was a story of not one, but many lifetimes.
Perhaps they didn't realize then that their lives would never be the same as they had been until today. They didn't know yet that the Sanvi Aryan would see for the first time would bring stillness to his restless soul... and the Aryan Sanvi would see would complete the incomplete picture of her life.
But it would be too soon to say all this now. Because realization comes slowly... relationships are built slowly... and love, that often quietly enters the heart, without knocking.
---
"
Sanvi, serving drinks, reached the section where Aryan was having a business talk with some foreign guests. She had no idea that this was the same man in whose house she went twice a week to cook.
She stood with the tray. The guests standing at the table took their glasses. Aryan was so engrossed in conversation that he didn't even look at her.
Sanvi was about to turn when her pearl bracelet suddenly got caught on Aryan's coat cufflink. She carefully placed the tray on the table.
"Sorry sir, it's stuck," she said softly.
Aryan looked at her for the first time and gave a slight smile. "One minute, I'll get it off."
"No, I'll get it off, sir," Sanvi said. She started to untangle the thread, but the pearl thread was stuck.
The people standing at the table started watching, so Aryan quickly pulled his hand, and *Trrr!*—the bracelet broke. Pearls scattered on the floor.
Riya rushed over. "What happened?"
Pain flashed in Sanvi's eyes. "You broke it... I told you I would get it off!"
Aryan said, "Come on, don't worry. I'll pay for it. Get a new one made."
"Not everything can be bought, sir. This was special to me. It was a gift," Sanvi said, turning back.
Riya exaggerated a little, "Yes, it was very special. Expensive too!"
Aryan took money out of his wallet and handed it over. Sanvi pulled her hand back.
"I don't want money."
But Riya took the money. "There's been damage, sir. You must pay."
Sanvi said angrily, "Riya! What are you doing?"
"Be quiet," Riya whispered. "I'll explain later."
As he left, Aryan glanced at Sanvi—his gaze holding both anger and self-respect.
---
Ved, who arrived at the party at that moment. As soon as he entered the party, he saw Aryan Dynastic and Sanvi arguing about something. Although by the time Ved reached the table, she had already left, Aryan's mood was clearly bad.
"What's going on?" Ved asked with a smile.
Aryan welcomed him with a hug and said, "Hey man! I thought you wouldn't come."
Ved and Aryan had been good friends since college. Even when Ved lived abroad, they often met. They also had some partnership in their businesses. When Aryan learned that Ved had returned, he had specifically invited him to this party.
Ved smiled and said, "You invited me, and I wouldn't come? How could that happen?"
Then, glancing at Aryan's face, he asked, "But why do you look so upset? That girl was quite beautiful."
Ved was actually talking about Sanvi.
Aryan chuckled lightly at his words, "You still haven't changed. Your eyes still go straight for beauty, look at the standards! She's a waitress, and we're such big businessmen..."
Ved winked playfully and said, "But man, the standard of beauty never changes."
Aryan laughed and moved on, but then Ved said seriously, "Oh yes, I was calling Ayan, but his phone is switched off."
Ved, Aryan, and Ayan—the three were very good friends in college. Ved's concern was understandable. He had come to India after years and was now meeting his friends.
Aryan paused a bit and said, "He had a very big accident."
Ved was shocked, "What? When did it happen?"
"A few days ago," Aryan said, "He was driving very drunk. He lost control."
"Brother, give me his address. I'll go to the hospital to see him," Ved said immediately.
But Aryan shook his head, "Not yet. No one is allowed to visit. He had a heart transplant... there's a risk of infection, so the doctors aren't allowing anyone to visit."
Ved fell silent. A serious silence fell in the air for a moment. Memories of their old days flashed before their eyes—where there was friendship, girls, dreams, and now these new, heavy truths of life.
---
"Oh, forget about me, tell me about yourself. Have you come to India to get married?"
Aryan said with a slight smile as they both sat down at a table placed to the side.
Ved laughed and said, "No man, not at all. I don't want to get married. I know myself well."
Aryan nodded at his words, then Ved teased, "Alright, forget about me, you tell me... when are you getting married?"
Aryan became a little serious, then said with a light laugh, "You know my experience. I'll never get married."
Ved looked at him and asked, "Then is there someone in your life?"
Aryan replied in a cold tone, "No, there isn't. And I don't need anyone either. I am happy alone."
The shadow of a past experience flickered in Aryan's eyes. His previous experience had been very deep and painful. Perhaps so much so that he no longer wanted to trust any relationship. The question of taking interest in any girl did not even arise.
Now his loneliness had become his habit—and perhaps his relief too.
"How long are you here for?"
Aryan asked Ved, trying to lighten the mood, as if wanting to distract from an old pain.
Ved smiled, "Now forever. I'm here. I have to take the reins of my industry now... but before that, there are some important things I need to complete."
A flash of happiness appeared on Aryan's face, "That's great news! Uncle must have been very happy to hear that you'll be staying in India now."
Ved nodded with a slight smile.
Now both friends slowly got lost in their old memories. College days, talks with friends, those carefree moments... it felt as if time had stopped for a few moments.
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After finishing work, both reached their small rented flat.
Sanvi was writing down the expenses. "Rent, electricity, gas... and Kriti's expenses.
Kriti really spends a lot. She doesn't think about where I'll get it from. Sanvi also started saying.
'I'm very angry with you,' Sanvi said to Riya.
'You took the money, so why worry?' Riya said.
'I didn't want that money. And the bracelet wasn't expensive, but it was special. My aunt gifted it,' Sanvi said sadly.
Riya said, 'Look, if you keep calculating like this, life will pass by. Marry some rich guy and settle down.'
'I don't want a marriage of settlement,' Sanvi said sternly. 'I want to stand on my own feet.'
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After Aryan's party, Ved went to the club at night. But his mind was restless. He didn't stay there long and returned very quickly. The sudden departure of that unknown girl from his life was making him restless from within.
But the effect of his restlessness was not just on him, but on his enemies. Because when Ved gets restless, he doesn't destroy himself, but others.
Shortly after his return from the club, someone called Vedant.
"What are you saying? He didn't even stop at the club? He left so quickly?" came a surprised voice from the other end of the phone.
Vedant said in a serious tone, "Yes. He left directly. Although you know, whenever he goes to the club, he stays there all night. That's his den of indulgence. He has a permanent room booked there."
"So what happened today? Your magic didn't work on him?"
"He didn't even look at me." The girl's voice was filled with irritation.
"And you were saying he never says 'no' to any girl!"
"No problem. You continue your efforts," Vedant said with a sly smile, "Remember what you have to do, right? You have to get close to him... and then slowly mix drugs in his drink and make him addicted."
The girl replied in a cold voice, "Don't worry. It will happen."
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Sunday Morning – Preparations and Planning
It was Sunday morning. There was no office program. The boys had already planned to go to the designer. Deepak, Sudhir, and Sudhanshu – all three brothers, except Vedant, were ready to try on their dresses.
Meanwhile, Vedika, Roopa, and Mauli – all three sister-in-laws were also going to the designer. They also had to try on the dresses they were getting ready for their wedding.
Just then, Ved asked with a smile, "So what's the program for you three today?"
Deepak said, "Brother, why don't you come with us! You also need to get your dress tailored."
Ved remained silent for a moment, then said, "I was thinking the same thing."
Sudhanshu said with a laugh, "Then it's decided, let's all go together. Then you'll see in the market how handsome the men of the Mehra family look!"
At that moment, Ved's mother arrived. Ved asked, "Mom, you're coming with me, aren't you?"
Vedika replied with a smile, "Yes, we three are coming there."
"Okay, then you all come in a separate car," Ved said.
Outwardly, Ved appeared calm, but inwardly, he was extremely restless. He was going with everyone only to distract himself from his stress.
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After returning from the market, Mauli looked at the clock and said, "It's been so long, hasn't the Pandit ji arrived yet?"
Vedika said, "Pandit ji was supposed to come today, to discuss the wedding preparations."
Roopa said, "That's why we came back early from the market, so that Pandit ji wouldn't have to wait."
Just then, a servant came running, "Pandit ji has arrived, he is outside."
Vedika said, "Bring him inside."
As soon as Pandit ji entered, all three sister-in-laws stood up from their seats and bowed to him.
Mauli said, "Pandit ji, you are late today. You were supposed to come early."
Pandit ji replied with a smile, "Actually, I got stuck in traffic for a while, that's why I'm late."
Mauli asked, "You brought all the things we discussed last time, didn't you?"
Pandit ji said affectionately, "Bahurani, you worry so much. Your son's wedding will be conducted well, don't you worry."
After some time, Pandit ji handed over all the items to them and explained them in detail.
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After breakfast, as Pandit ji was leaving, Vedika stopped him.
"Pandit ji, I wanted to show you my son Ved's horoscope."
Pandit ji smiled, "Then what were you thinking for so long, elder Bahurani? I can see you are in some confusion."
Vedika said in a serious tone, "Yes Pandit ji, I worry about him. I want him to get married and settle down in life."
Pandit ji said, "I had made his horoscope earlier. Do you still have it?"
Vedika said, "Yes, I have kept it safely. I will go and get it."
In a short while, she returned with the horoscope. Pandit ji looked at the horoscope carefully, then seriousness gradually spread across his face.
Vedika asked nervously, "What happened Pandit ji? Will he get married or not?"
Pandit ji remained silent. Then he said, "Younger Bahurani, give me some of your son's old clothes that he doesn't wear anymore. I will distribute them among the poor in our neighborhood. It's his wedding – he needs blessings."
Mauli got up and went to get the clothes. Then Pandit ji made the same request to Roopa. Roopa also left.
Now only Vedika and Pandit ji were left in the room.
Pandit ji said in a serious tone, "Bahurani, I don't know what the truth is... but according to this horoscope, your son is already married."
Vedika was stunned. "What?! Pandit ji, look carefully. He isn't married. If he were, that girl would be in this house. We obey his every word. Whoever he brought, we would accept."
She added, "But yes, he was abroad for five years. Who knows, maybe he married a foreign girl and then got divorced?"
Pandit ji shook his head and said, "No. Not a foreigner. That girl is from India itself. And there was no divorce either. According to the horoscope, the chance of marriage was created five years ago."
Vedika's eyes filled with worry. "Then...?"
Pandit ji took a deep breath and said, "There is one more thing... a great danger is looming over him. His life is in danger. His enemies are trying to ruin him."
Just then, Mauli and Roopa returned with the clothes.
Roopa asked, "So Pandit ji, how will that danger be averted?"
Pandit ji looked at both of them and said, "Two girls will come into his life. They will save him. These two girls will hold a very important place in his life."
Then he looked at Vedika and said, "Bahurani, your son is very fortunate. He has come as the destiny of this house too. After his arrival, the fortune of this house has also shone – and yours too."
Tears welled up in Vedika's eyes. She said emotionally, "This is true, Pandit ji. My luck only shone after he arrived..."
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Sanvi no longer remembered how Inder got her number from Riya. She had forgotten that they had talked about going to a "dog center" during their meeting at the party. It was Sunday today, and although college was closed, she had to go to work – for cleaning and cooking.
She had just woken up comfortably in the morning when her phone suddenly rang. The screen showed an unknown number. She picked up the phone hesitantly.
"Hello... How are you?"
The voice was Inder's.
"Excuse me, who is this?"
Sanvi asked. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn't recall the name.
"I am Inder speaking. We met at the party yesterday – we talked about going to the dog center."
Inder said in a very casual tone.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't have your number saved."
Sanvi replied with a smile.
"No problem. It's Sunday today, shall we go there? You were saying that you like dogs a lot."
Inder wanted to spend time with her in any way possible.
For a moment, Sanvi was lost in thought, but she made an excuse and said, "If you had told me earlier, I would have been free. I have already made plans for today, I have some work. Send me the address, I'll try to go alone..."
Inder understood that she didn't want to go with him.
"No, no, it's okay," he said,
"The day you are free, I will go with you. We can plan another time."
Sanvi breathed a sigh of relief – she didn't want to go with Inder.
Who is threatening Ved's life.
- Who is threatening Ved's life.
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Sanvi could not recall how Riya had given her number to Indra. She had forgotten that they had planned to go to a "dog center" when they met at a party. Today was Sunday, and while she had a college break, she still had to go to work - for cleaning and cooking.
As soon as she woke up, her phone rang. The screen showed an unknown number. She hesitated before picking up the call.
"Hello... how are you?"
The voice on the other end was Indra's.
"Excuse me, who is this?"
Sanvi asked, finding the voice familiar but unable to recall the name.
"I'm Indra. We met at a party yesterday - we had planned to go to a dog center."
Indra said smoothly.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't have your number saved."
Sanvi replied with a smile.
"No worries. Today is Sunday, shall we go there? You said you love dogs."
Indra wanted to spend time with her.
Sanvi thought for a moment before making an excuse.
"If you had told me earlier, I would have been free. I have plans today, some work to do. Just send me the address, and I'll try to go alone..."
Indra understood she didn't want to go with him.
"No, no, it's alright,"
he said,
"On the day you're free, I'll go with you. We can plan it for another time."
Sanvi breathed a sigh of relief - she didn't want to go with Indra.
As soon as Sanvi hung up, her friend Riya scolded her.
"Have you gone crazy? This rich boy is talking to you, wants to hang out, and you're refusing? Are you going to spend your whole life cooking?"
" What do I do, friend? Maybe I'm just a fool..."
Sanvi replied with a slight smile.
"If he's interested in you, you should at least consider it. Look, marry a rich boy and settle down!"
Riya tried to convince her friend.
"Riya, you know me well - I don't want to get married, nor do I want to live off anyone's income. I want to live my life on my own terms. I don't have time for such things."
Sanvi replied firmly.
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At the Rajvansh house,
Aryan Rajvansh had come to his mother's house for lunch on Sunday. His sister Anya, brother-in-law Jagatraj Rathore, friend Shiv Mehta, and nephew Jay were also present. Everyone was sitting near the food table in the lawn.
Aryan's mother, Meghna Rajvansh, was feeding Jay with her own hands. She looked at Aryan and said:
"I called you so many times, but every time I got the same answer - 'Mom, I'm busy, I'll talk to you later.' Today, you finally have some time!"
"Mom, it's not like that. I have a lot of work, and it's hard to find time."
Aryan tried to explain.
"Can't you be that busy that you don't have time for your mom!"
Meghna Rajvansh was upset.
"Mom, you don't understand - he only talks to us about work. It's like we're his business partners, not family!"
Jagatraj teased.
"To be honest, he only calls me about files - 'Is the presentation ready or not?'... That's it!"
Anya complained.
"I'm his friend, but it feels like I'm an assistant - he only talks about work!"
Shiv Mehta also joked.
Everyone was complaining about Aryan. He was smiling as he listened.
"It seems I should get a job in the company, then he'll call me too - 'Mom, is the file ready?'"
Meghna Rajvansh joked.
Everyone burst out laughing.
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"I often go to my uncle's house to play!"
Jay said. He was closest to Aryan, and everyone knew Aryan loved spending time with Jay.
Meghna Rajvansh became serious.
"Aryan, beta, I think you should get married."
Now, the mother and son were sitting alone.
"Mom, you know my feelings... I really don't want to get married."
"Alright, if you don't want to get married, at least have a girlfriend!"
His mother smiled.
"Mom, please!"
Aryan laughed and stood up.
"See, beta, if you ever like a girl, tell your mom first!"
"Oh, Mom!"
He smiled softly and walked away.
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Scene - Aryan's house, Sunday evening
Sanvi had come to Aryan's house to clean and cook. She had headphones on and was engrossed in her work. She knew Aryan was out and would return at night, as usual.
She had already cooked in the kitchen and started dusting the house. The house wasn't large - one hall, three bedrooms, one kitchen, one drawing room, and some staff quarters near the lawn.
Sanvi finished the kitchen work and started dusting the hall and rooms. Her hair was tied back with a clip, and she had wired headphones on, listening to a classical song.
"Tere bina zindagi se koi... shikwa..."
She was humming along.
She didn't know Aryan had returned early.
Aryan's car entered the electronic gate slowly. The car stopped quietly, but no one in the staff quarters noticed.
Aryan got out of the car, wearing a black T-shirt and beige trousers, with his phone and a brown leather file cover in hand. He had gone to his mother's house for lunch and returned early.
He quickly moved towards his room and went inside.
Aryan took off his coat, removed his watch, and put his phone on charge. He freshened up lightly and stepped out to get some water.
As he walked towards the hall, he heard a faint noise - someone walking.
Someone was moving from one room to another, slowly but continuously.
His forehead furrowed.
"Who's there?"
he said softly.
No one replied.
He quickly picked up a decorative stick from the sofa.
"It seems someone has entered..."
His steps were slow but cautious.
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On the other side, in a side bedroom of the hall,
Sanvi was cleaning the corners of the walls with light hands. She had a duster in her hand and her eyes were on the ceiling. Lost in music, she didn't notice Aryan's voice or footsteps.
As she stepped out of the room, Aryan turned the corner and faced her.
"You!" - Aryan
"Oh!" - Sanvi
Both froze for a moment, staring at each other.
The next moment, they thought the other was a thief.
Aryan raised the stick.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
His voice was serious, and his eyes were full of questions.
Sanvi was startled but quickly regained her composure and stepped back.
"How did you get in? I saw you at the party! Are you that guy?"
Aryan stopped, a line forming on his forehead.
"Oh wow, so you think I'm a thief? In my own house?"
Sanvi remained silent for a moment, then said,
"I thought someone had entered... I'm working here..."
Aryan's face hardened for a moment.
"Work? Who hired you?"
"Are you a thief now? Wow!"
Sanvi realized her mistake and got nervous.
"Sorry, sir! I didn't understand... I thought someone had entered... and I had headphones on, so I didn't hear the car..."
Aryan thought for a moment.
"So, you're the one who cooks and cleans for me?"
"Yes, I'm she."
"And you're the one who writes notes?"
"Yes, I do."
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"See, sir..."
She bent down to pick it up, but her hand was shaking.
Aryan softened a bit, but there was still a slight smile in his eyes.
Sanvi felt a bit embarrassed, a bit troubled, and a bit surprised. This was the first time she had met Aryan - and in this situation.
"I apologize again... I was just dusting, and you suddenly..."
"And you suddenly!"
Aryan interrupted.
She picked up her bucket and cleaning supplies and stepped out, but before leaving, she turned back to look at Aryan.
And Aryan...
He was still standing there.
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The next morning... Would anything change?
Would Aryan now see Sanvi as just a worker, or
Would this first meeting change his perspective?
Would Sanvi now feel more at ease instead of being scared?
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[Mehra House | Afternoon]
Vedika's eyes held a sparkle mixed with worry. She softly repeated Ved's name in her mind.
"These two girls must hold a very important place in his life. Your son is very lucky," the Panditji said, looking at Vedika.
"Don't worry, elder daughter-in-law," he added, "he has come as the luck of this house too. Since his arrival, the fate of this house has changed... and yours too."
[A window to memories opens in Vedika's eyes]
"This is true, Panditji," Vedika said in a low voice.
"My luck shone the day Ved came into my womb..."
Balwant Mehra, who was once a man of anger... for whom relationships held no value, had changed after Ved's arrival. The entire family had witnessed what he was like before.
He had many women in his life. His marriage to Vedika was a compromise... a compulsion. But just as Ved was about to be born, Balwant's demeanor began to change.
The man who smiles at Vedika today, who holds her hand... was never like this before.
[Return to the present]
"So, will he marry twice?" Mouli and Rupa, who had returned to the hall a little while ago, suddenly asked.
"But how will he live with two girls?" Rupa elaborated.
"When did I say he will marry twice?" the Panditji looked at them with a smile.
"You said – two girls will be important in his life."
"Yes," the Panditji said, "when danger comes upon his life, these two girls will be the ones who save him."
The Panditji didn't want to say anything more. There was a silence in his eyes, hiding something.
"Elder daughter-in-law, worry about him, but not so much that you fall ill yourself," the Panditji said, looking at Vedika.
"Now I must leave."
He got up and left.
[Silence in the hall]
"Now what was this about two girls?" Rupa said again, "It could also be that his wife and... girlfriend."
"This is also a trend these days," Mouli agreed.
Vedika looked at both of them but said nothing. She knew that answering these questions would only increase her unease.
"Look, Didi, we're not saying this to hurt you. We're just talking about what Panditji said."
"Whatever happens, will be seen," Vedika concluded the conversation.
[Mall | Evening]
The three elder and younger sisters-in-law had returned early from the mall because Panditji was coming. They had already tried on their dresses, but the four boys were still there.
"How much longer will it take, brother?" Ved said bored.
He had selected the fabric for his dress in just 10 minutes.
"Just 10 more minutes," Deepak said.
Ved had reached the boutique gate. Just then, his gaze fell on a little girl. She had an ice cream in her hand and was wandering around the mall lobby.
Ved smiled and went to her.
"Hello beautiful! What are you doing?"
The girl looked at him, then turned her face away.
"I'm talking to you," Ved knelt down in front of her.
"Mom said not to talk to strangers," the child said seriously.
"So let's become friends, then I won't be a stranger," Ved said with a smile.
"Friendship... with you?" the child's eyes widened, and she started thinking.
"Let me finish my ice cream, then I'll tell you... my head is very hot right now."
"What?" Ved said laughing, "How did your head get hot?"
"Don't ask... when Auntie goes shopping, my head gets hot! She's been inside for so long."
"So, she distracted you with ice cream?" Ved said with a smile.
"You can say that..."
"Now the ice cream is also finished. So, friendship?"
"Where do I clean my hands?" the child suddenly asked.
"Is that my problem too?" Ved said laughingly.
"You want to be friends with me, so you asked. Otherwise, I would have cleaned them discreetly with Auntie's dupatta."
She went inside the shop, and Ved was left smiling.
[Some time later]
Sudhir and Sudhanshu had also come out of the boutique.
"What's up, brother, you look very happy!" Sudhir said.
"You were in a great mood inside, what did you find now?"
"There was a little girl... her head was hot, that's why I'm smiling."
They walked towards the elevator. The elevator was made of glass, offering a view of the entire mall. Just then, Ved's gaze fell on a girl — Manvi.
"Manvi!" Ved suddenly exclaimed.
"What happened, brother?" Deepak asked, "Found a girlfriend?"
"You can say something like that..." Ved immediately got out of the elevator, but by then Manvi had already left.
Ved scanned the entire mall but couldn't see her anywhere.
"Call her," Sudhir advised.
"I don't have her number..." Ved said with disappointment.
"Let's go," Deepak said.
"Why? Don't you want to find her?" Sudhanshu asked.
"You guys search at your leisure... we're not in any hurry!" Deepak said laughing.
"I don't see her anywhere..." Ved's voice trailed off.
"I've looked everywhere."
"Come on... let's eat something first," Ved said with a sigh.
The four brothers headed towards the food court.
[Mehra House]
They had all returned home before dinner.
Rupa, seeing them, said, "What's this! Looks like the four brothers did a lot of shopping today!"
A man was carrying their ample luggage from behind.
Balwant, who was coming down the stairs, asked, "Where is Vedant?"
Ved replied without hesitation, "He wasn't with us."
Everyone came and sat in the drawing-room. Just then, Vedika, Roop, and Mouli also arrived. Lines of worry were clearly visible on Vedika's face.
Rupa said, "I had something to tell you... Panditji came today."
Balwant said, "Yes, he was supposed to give a list of wedding items."
Rupa smiled and said, "Today he said something about Ved..."
Balwant was startled. "What did he say?"
Rupa said softly, "He said that Ved will have two girls in his life, who will save him from every danger."
Roop sarcastically remarked, "So now you're going to get married twice, Ved? One wife, one girlfriend?"
Ved said laughing, "Oh, which two girls are coming into my life?"
He looked at his mother, who was serious.
Balwant interrupted, "Don't get caught up in these things. We have to prepare for Jaipur."
But Rupa insisted, "No, Panditji said that there is a big danger for Ved... and two girls will protect him."
Vedika, who had been silent until now, suddenly said, "He also said... that Ved is the luck of this house."
Ved smiled and said, "Then the matter is clear. One girl will be the one I marry... and the other will be my Mom... who saves me from all evil with her blessings."
Ved took his mother's hand. At his words, a slight smile appeared in Vedika's eyes.
Deepak lightened the mood by saying, "Does anyone have two wives nowadays? This is not 1960!"
Everyone laughed. Sudhir and Sudhanshu also made jokes.
The atmosphere had lightened somewhat... but Vedika was still lost in thought.
[After dinner]
After dinner, Ved went to his parents' room.
Vedika said without opening the door, "It's open, come in, Ved."
Ved entered with a smile.
Balwant said, "I felt good seeing you with your brothers today. Always stay with your loved ones, son."
Ved sat down next to his mother, "Mom, why are you worried? Tell me everything..."
Vedika said seriously, "Panditji said that... your marriage happened 5 years ago."
Ved was shocked. "What?"
Vedika nodded, "There is a great danger upon you... but there will be two girls who will save you."
Ved fell into thought.
🌸 Flashback Scene – Ved and Manvi's First Glimpse 🌸
That day was quite different...
Ved saw Manvi near the bus stand.
An ordinary girl, but her eyes held a depth... as if she had something to say, but couldn't.
Ved's friend said, "Look, that's Manvi... who lives with her maternal uncle and aunt. Her parents passed away when she was a child."
Ved glanced at the girl once more and returned home quietly.
He went up to his room.
Lying on the bed, his eyes kept drifting towards the window.
Suddenly, the sound of someone speaking loudly came from the next house.
A voice filled with anger and bitterness.
Ved immediately came to the balcony and peeked—
It was Manvi's aunt.
She was shouting at Manvi and even raised her hand...
"Can't you do one thing properly? You've broken all the glass tumblers! Who will pay for this? Your dead mother? You eat free rotis, and on top of that, you show attitude!"
Ved was stunned.
He saw Manvi crying silently, but not saying a word.
Her aunt went inside, stomping her feet in anger.
Manvi silently bent down and started gathering the pieces of glass.
During that time, a shard pricked her hand.
She quickly stood up and started washing her hand under the tap outside.
Her face was wet with tears... but she was still silent.
Not a single word. No complaint.
Ved's gaze was fixed.
Flashback ends.
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Reeta – Manvi's friend – said excitedly, "What shopping have you done today? Show me something!"
Manvi smiled, "Not much... just had a good time with you."
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Manvi had gone shopping with her friend Ritu.
It was in the same mall that Ved had also seen Manvi, though after a glimpse, she was no longer in sight. Now both friends had reached home. Sitting at night, they were talking to each other about shopping.
"What a haul, Manvi, you did today?" Riya asked, laughing. Both friends had gone to the mall for shopping today.
Manvi replied with a smile, "You were with me, and you're still asking?"
"Yes, I was with you, but where was your attention on me? You were busy on the phone with your boyfriend." Riya teased Manvi.
Manvi burst out laughing, "Oh, you know, we were talking after so many days, so where would my attention be?"
Riya, who was genuinely busy talking to her boyfriend Karan, explained, "Listen, he just left from here the day before yesterday, and tomorrow we're going to Jaipur. That's where our work will be. That's why I got this job, remember?"
"Yes, yes, I remember perfectly. And I'm also waiting for this wedding," Manvi said excitedly.
"We both will work with his team," Riya said with a smile, "I'm happy to be leaving this city. I want to work with all my might now. I had left my previous job, but I really wanted this work. Karan owes me a favor."
"Oh, it will be good," Riya consoled Manvi, "Why are you worrying? In this job, we'll travel to different cities, we'll enjoy a lot. And you should be happy, you'll get a chance to be with Karan," Manvi joked.
Manvi teased her again, "I understand you completely. Come on, now I'll show you what all I've shopped for."
She started to open her bag.
On Ved's advice, Manvi had left her old job and joined a wedding planner's team. Now both friends were ready to work at a destination wedding for a prominent family in Jaipur.
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Ved's Thoughts
Ved went to his room after meeting his mother. First, he thought about what Pandit ji had said.
"If that Pandit hadn't scared Mom, where would he have gotten the money? That's how he always scares women to make money," Ved said to himself.
Then he started thinking, I'm getting unnecessarily upset. I told Manvi to quit her job, and she did. She must have moved on in her life by now. Perhaps, seeing me, she got upset, so she quit her job. She must have wanted peace too.
Ved reasoned with himself, and his mind calmed down. Just then, he remembered Shanaya. He picked up the phone and dialed Shanaya's number. It kept ringing, but Shanaya didn't pick up.
"She seems angry with me. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed her like that," he muttered.
A little later, Shanaya called back, "Sorry darling, I was in the washroom, so I couldn't pick up. Tell me, why did you call?"
"Let's meet today," Ved said.
"Okay, but I won't come to your penthouse," Shanaya said clearly.
"No, let's meet at the hotel. I'm coming now," Ved replied, changed his clothes, and left for the hotel.
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Vedant and Reena's Argument
At home, Vedant was in his room. Reena sat beside him on the bed and said, "Didn't you go to the mall with your brothers today? All four of them went shopping for clothes."
"I have other work, I don't waste time on frivolous shopping like them," Vedant said curtly.
"And where were you?" Reena asked.
She knew how many women Vedant was close to, yet she asked.
"Is it necessary to tell where I was? You know what I do and what I don't. I don't like to tell anyone. I am not your slave," Vedant said in a harsh tone.
"I am your wife, how can you talk to me like that?"
"Then how else should I talk?" Vedant got annoyed, "It's been two years since our marriage, and I don't think you'll ever be able to give me an heir. Sudhir is getting married, and if their child comes first, no one will be worse than me."
"What is my fault in this? It's not like I don't want to be a mother," Reena's voice trembled.
"I don't know, but the first child of this family will get rights that others don't. What Ved has, we don't have. And I want our child to have something that others don't. But I don't think you will have a child," Vedant said this to his wife in a very ugly way.
Reena's eyes filled with tears.
"Don't put on a drama now," Vedant said, picking up his phone and started scrolling.
Reena quietly got up from the room and sat outside. Just then, her mother called.
"What happened, why are you speaking in such a low voice?" her mother asked.
"Mom, the same... they taunt me about not having a child," Reena said, wiping her tears.
"It's only been two years since the wedding," her mother explained.
"No Mom, I'm very upset."
"Don't worry, we'll reach by morning. We would have come today, but we couldn't due to some important work," her mother consoled her.
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A burden seemed to have been lifted from Ved's head. He was happy to be free from unnecessary tension.
"Why didn't I understand this earlier, that Manvi has moved on in life? I should have understood it sooner," he was thinking to himself. Manvi quitting her job meant she also wanted to stay away from Ved. This was the meaning Ved derived, and it was true, she wanted to stay away from Ved.
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"Hurry up, we're getting late!"
Eating a sandwich at the breakfast table, Ved called out to everyone. Today, he was ready with full enthusiasm.
"Oh, when did you arrive?"
Ved saw Kiya, who was coming down the stairs towards them.
"Brother, we arrived last night."
"Okay, so how was your trip?"
"It was great, we enjoyed a lot," Kiya said with a smile.
"And where is Siya? She was with you." Ved asked, seeing her alone.
"She's still sleeping, she hasn't woken up due to fatigue."
"Alright Kiya, we'll meet in the evening. I'm going to the office right now."
"Okay brother," Kiya said.
Everyone left for the office.
Vedant and Ramesh – father and son – were pursuing their own agenda. They did not like Ved's way of working at all. They were trying to trap Ved. Ved had not paid any attention to the girl they had set up behind him.
In the evening, Ved and Malik were at a pub. They were both dancing when a girl kept bumping into Ved, but Ved was not paying attention to her.
"What's the matter? That girl is coming towards you and you're avoiding her," Malik teased.
"I don't know why... ever since I've been here, I've started getting scared of unknown girls. I don't know anyone, and nor did I send anyone after Ved. Ved had not paid any attention to her."
"And what about that Shanaya? You treated her so badly, yet she came to you. Why are you breaking this girl's heart?"
"Oh, so that's how it is? Then you join her," Ved said jokingly.
They both laughed.
"Let's go to the washroom," Ved said, and they both headed towards the washroom.
Who is the girl behind Ved?
Is she the same girl sent by his enemies?
What is Priyanka's compulsion that Ramesh is blackmailing her?
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