Author's POV

Drishti sat in her room, watching the wedding on her phone. As she saw her friend, emotions overwhelmed her, and she stood up to drink some water. With a glass in hand, she settled back down. Taking a sip, her eyes shifted back to the screen, only to spit out the water in shock. Her eyes widened as she stood up abruptly, the glass slipping from her hand and crashing to the floor with a loud sound.

Panicked, Drishti rushed out of her room and knocked on the door urgently. After a few moments, Siya opened the door, confused by Drishti's anxious expression.

Without saying a word, Drishti hurried inside and switched on the TV to a news channel. Siya froze in disbelief as she saw Aadir on the screen, dressed as a groom, married to none other than Anuj Agnihotri's only daughter, Trisha Agnihotri.

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Angad brought the car to a sudden halt after driving for a while.

Inside the car, there was only silence. Aadir kept gazing at Trisha, while she stared out of the window, avoiding his eyes. Suddenly, when Angad stopped the car, both of them looked at him in confusion. The passenger door opened, and Riya quietly stepped in. She sat without saying a word, deliberately avoiding any glance towards Angad.

Aadir and Trisha shifted their attention away from the front and, by chance, their eyes met.

Without warning, Angad made a sharp turn, causing Trisha to slip from her seat and fall into Aadir's arms. He instinctively held her, wrapping both arms around her to steady her.

Trisha lifted her head slowly from his chest, her face inches from his, eyes meeting his gaze.
Her emotions urged her to embrace him tightly, but she restrained herself. She opened her mouth to apologize, but Aadir beat her to it, his voice low and teasing.

"I don't mind," he said with a smirk.

She glared at him, trying to sit up, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on her arms, pressing her closer, making her stumble against him once more.

She could feel his breath on her face and hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time, they were this close to each other.

"We're still here, you know," Angad's voice broke the silence, startling them both. Trisha pinched Aadir in response, causing him to hiss in pain before letting her go. She quickly moved away, flustered.

As they neared the mansion, their heartbeats quickened, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

After a while, Angad parked the car in front of the grand mansion. They stepped out one by one, and Angad leaned against the car, crossing his arms casually as he watched them.

Trisha stood outside, taking in the surroundings when something soft and delicate brushed against her. She looked up in confusion, only to find rose petals gently floating down from above. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she felt her feet lift off the ground.

Her breath caught as she realized Aadir had scooped her up into his arms. Instinctively, her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. The air filled with gentle hum, and the shower of petals grew heavier, falling gracefully across her face, almost like a scene out of a dream.

She tilted her head upwards, and her eyes widened in awe as she saw a helicopter hovering above, its blades creating a gentle hum as it released a cascade of rose petals. It was a breathtaking sight, one she hadn't expected.

Lowering her gaze, she found Aadir already looking at her, a soft smile on his face.

Riya, watching the scene unfold, stood with her mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn't help but admire the beautiful moment and silently wished for a loving partner of her own, someone to marry and share such magical moments with.

Aadir continued walking into the mansion, carrying Trisha as petals rained down on them. Trisha couldn't take her eyes off him, captivated by the unexpected tenderness in the moment.

They entered the grand, lavish hall, silent and empty except for the two of them. Aadir gently lowered her to the ground, still feeling her gaze on him. Her eyes were filled with questions, but neither of them spoke.

Trisha's eyes wandered around, taking in the grandeur of the hall, but they always returned to him. She seemed lost in thought, her expression shifting between wonder and uncertainty.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. Both Aadir and Trisha heard it, and Aadir instinctively raised his head. Before he could react further, Trisha took a step toward him. Aadir was caught off guard by how close she suddenly is, his mind racing to process the moment.

Before he could say or do anything, Trisha leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

Just as Angad and Riya were about to enter the hall, they froze at the doorway. Angad immediately turned his face away, not wanting to intrude. Meanwhile, Riya stood there, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes, her expression like that of a love-struck puppy, completely entranced by what she was seeing.

Abhiram stormed into the hall, his face tense with anger, while Siya followed closely behind, worry etched on her face. As they reached the entrance, both of them came to an abrupt stop. With awkward expressions, they quickly looked away from the scene before them, exchanging a brief, uncomfortable glance before turning their backs.

Divit arrived shortly after, making his way downstairs. He too stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

Drishti, walking behind her son, noticed him freeze and stare ahead with wide eyes. Curious, she glanced in the same direction and her own eyes widened in shock. She quickly covered Divit's eyes. She then turned toward the couple, trying looking at them, her gaze locked on them.

Vyom, who had been following his wife, witnessed her reaction and shook his head in mild exasperation. He walked up to her and their son, placing both hands around them. With a gentle nudge, he guided them to turn around.

"What are you doing?" Vyom muttered to drishti.

"What am I doing? You did not even let me see anything," she protested, still flustered.

"Sharam nahin aati tumhe, bacchon ko aise dekhte huye?" Vyom teased, his voice light but firm.

"Accha, kiss kare voh sharam aaye mujhe yeh kaisi baat huyi, haan!"

Meanwhile, Aadir stood there in shock. The soft touch of Trisha's lips against his felt like a jolt of electricity coursing through his body-it was their first kiss. He could sense his whole family behind him, though his back was turned to them.

He realized that Trisha hadn't moved her lips, simply resting them against his. Slowly, she pulled away, opening her eyes and nervously glancing at him to see if he was angry. But when she saw the emotions in his eyes, she quickly looked down, taking a step back. She couldn't bring herself to look at him again.

Meanwhile, Divit, unable to contain his curiosity, spoke up, "Bhai, is it done yet? Can we turn around?"

Aadir, feeling awkward, quickly turned to face them, wiping his face as he muttered a small, "Yes."

Abhiram wasted no time. He spun around, his face full of anger, ready to scold Aadir. "Aadir, how could you marry her? And to top it off, an Agnihotri?"

Before he could continue, Trisha stepped forward, immediately bending down to take his blessings. Abhiram, caught off guard, stood in stunned silence. After a moment of hesitation, he placed his hand on her head, offering his blessings.

Siya, glaring at Abhiram, walked toward Aadir with a taunting smile. "Oh, so this is your exhibition?" she remarked sarcastically.

"Aadir, this is too much. How could you marry someone behind our backs?" she asked, clearly displeased.

"I did not expect this from you. Don't we deserve even this much that you can tell us? You should have some shame, how can you get married like this?"

Trisha, still composed, moved toward Siya and touched her feet as well. Siya fell silent but reluctantly gave her blessings. Trisha stood up and, with gentle grace, took Siya's hand in hers. Siya continued to stare ahead, her face emotionless.

Trisha, her voice soft and soothing, said, "Aadir once told me that your scolding reminds him of his mother. That's why he never stops you from scolding him. You can scold me too, badima."

Siya's head snapped toward her, eyes wide with shock, just like the rest of the family. Trisha's words were spoken so calmly, like a peaceful stream.

Drishti watched Trisha, silently reflecting. Despite being an Agnihotri, Trisha was still the daughter of Swati and Anuj-a fact Drishti couldn't ignore.

Siya finally looked at Aadir, who stood there, looking down, his face tinged with a bit of shyness.

Trisha, then turned toward Vyom and Drishti. She bent down to take their blessings as well, and both of them placed their hands on her head, offering their silent approval.

At that moment, Abhimaan entered the hall after hearing commotion, having spent the entire day in his room, completely unaware of the events that had transpired. He looked at Aadir who's standing in groom dress, confusion evident on his face, before his eyes fell on Trisha. His gaze then swept across the hall, taking in the reactions of his family members.

Meanwhile, outside the Singhania mansion, a car pulled up and stopped. Anuj stepped out, walking toward the house with determined strides. The guard at the gate, following Angad's instructions, let them in without hesitation. Swati, following closely behind Anuj, noticed the rose petals scattered along the path, her brows furrowing in confusion.

As Anuj reached the doorway, he paused, taking in the scene before him. The entire family was gathered, but his eyes immediately found Abhimaan, who stood in the middle, still trying to figure out what was going on. Without warning, Anuj moved toward him, his steps quick and purposeful.

Abhimaan, completely unaware of Anuj's approach, suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder, turning him around forcefully. He looked up, surprised to see Anuj standing before him, his face filled with anger.

Before anyone could react, Swati's panicked voice cut through the air as she called out Anuj's name, trying to stop him. Abhiram and Vyom rushed forward, realizing Anuj's intent just in time.

Anuj's fist was raised, ready to strike Abhimaan, but before it could land, he felt a strong grip on his arm. He turned to see Abhiram holding him back, stopping him from making the blow.

But before anyone could react, Abhimaan, already on edge, threw a punch at Anuj without thinking twice.

Abhiram looked at his brother in shock-he never expected Abhimaan to strike someone, let alone Anuj.

Furious, Anuj yanked his arm free, clenched his fist, and swung at Abhimaan. Before things could escalate further, both Vyom and Abhiram stepped in, pulling the two apart.

"Stop it! What are you both doing?" Abhiram shouted, his voice commanding.

But despite being separated, Anuj and Abhimaan continued to glare at each other, the tension between them palpable.

"Explain it to him, he started it!" Abhimaan snapped, his eyes still fixed on Anuj.

Abhiram shot them both a disapproving look. "You're samdhi now, and this is how you're behaving-fighting like children?"

"Samdhi? Him and me? Not even in dreams," Abhimaan scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain.

Anuj chuckled darkly. "Tch, too bad. But whether you like it or not, we are samdhi now, thanks to your son."

Swati exchanged a quick glance with Drishti before looking away, clearly uncomfortable with the unfolding scene.

"Bhai, let me go!" Abhimaan muttered in frustration as Abhiram held him back.

Abhiram raised an eyebrow, looking between the two men. "Fine. But promise me you won't start anything again."

Both Anuj and Abhimaan grudgingly muttered, "Okay, fine. I won't do anything."

Reluctantly, Abhiram and Vyom released them. As soon as they were free, Abhimaan adjusted his coat and shot a cold glare at Anuj, muttering under his breath, "Sala kahika..."

Anuj furrowed his brows and replied with a smirk, "ban jata yadi, shadi kar lete toh." The last words he said in his mind only.

(I would've been if you had gone through with the wedding.)

Anuj continued, "You should be thankful the entire Agnihotri clan didn't show up with a full baraat. Otherwise-"

"Haan, gundi jo hai tumhari puri family," Abhimaan interrupted, rolling his eyes.

(Yeah, your whole family is thugs.)

Anuj, surprisingly, nodded in agreement. "Haan, well, that part is true."

Meanwhile, Angad and Aadir stood to the side, watching the drama unfold with confusion. They couldn't understand why Anuj uncle was making such a scene when he was already aware of the situation.

Just then, the sound of a cough echoed, drawing everyone's attention to the figure standing at the entrance-Rajvardhan Agnihotri.

Abhiram blinked in surprise, but before he could say anything, Rajvardhan spoke in his calm, authoritative voice, "Abhiram, call someone elder. I don't think I can deal with you all right now." Fighting like five-year-olds after years of separation?"

Rajvardhan's sharp gaze moved between Anuj and Abhimaan, who both suddenly looked like they had been caught in the act. "Do one thing-call Niranjan," he added, his tone making it clear that he was not interested in any further arguments.

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