Chapter: A Melodious Encounter

Recap:

At the Ahuja Company party, hosted by Singhania Company's Chairman Prithviraj Singhania, a humiliating incident unfolded. Waiter Jeetu accidentally spilled juice on weatherman Vikrant's boots. Vikrant demanded Jeetu clean the stain, but Sanyogita, Ahuja Company's manager, intervened, defending Jeetu and apologizing on his behalf.

Vikrant, with lustful eyes, ordered Sanyogita to wipe the juice instead. His wife, Shanya, joined the confrontation, taunting Sanyogita about her humble slum background. Sanyogita retaliated fiercely, tossing the remaining juice on Vikrant's shirt and handing him ₹10 with sarcastic advice to use detergent powder.

Prithviraj Singhania famousbuisnesstycoonof Bangalore arrived , unaware of the full context he remian silence . Expecting support, Sanyogita was irked by his aloofness, forcing her to apologize to the condescending couple. Unbeknownst to Sanyogita, Vikrant and Shanya were relatives Prithviraj.

Later, Prithvi finalized a lucrative deal with Ahuja Company and departed for an underground mission to confront a betrayer, driven by his unyielding principle: never forgive those who stab him in the back.

That night, Prithviraj's mother, Pranali, presented him with a potential bride, but Prithvi resisted, unwilling to surrender his freedom. Pranali's persistence eventually won him over.

Meanwhile, Sanyogita faced pressure from her father to marry against her will. Enraged, she smashed belongings in her bedroom. Unable to reach her boyfriend, she sought advice from her best friend.

The next morning, the Singhania family arrived to meet Sanyogita, setting the stage for an entwined fate.

Chapter: A Melodious Encounter

Sanyogita's eyes sparkled with suprise as she listened to Pranali's enthusiastic praise. However, her expression subtly shifted as she realised their definitions of a "sanskari girl" diverged. Pranali's words painted a picture of traditional conformity, whereas Sanyogita's ideals leaned toward modern values.

Pranali's voice rose, filled with conviction. "Dekha, I told you all na! My future bahu is a gem! A good-quality, fortunate girl, just like the shadow of Goddess Lakshmi." The room erupted in warm laughter, with Pranali's family and Sanyogita's relatives exchanging amused glances.

Rishabh smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Pranali ji, you're too kind. We're blessed to be relative to your family"

Pranali continued with her smiling face, her hands gesturing animatedly. "Rishabh ji, we'll be blessed to have your daughter in our family.. Mujhe aapki beti bahut pasand hai! (I'm impressed by your daughter)"

Just then, Pranav intervened, his mischievous grin sparking. "Mom, you said we came to see the bride for Bro, na? But it seems you've changed your mind. Want to propose a sibling swap instead?" He teased, chuckling at his own joke.

Pranali shook her head, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Pranav!! you're impossible!" The room filled with laughter, easing the tension.

Niddhi giggled uncontrollably, nudging her younger brother with her elbow. "Sanyogita, ignore him, Pranav has no filter!" She reassured Sanyogita with a warm smile.

Sanyogita's polite laughter faltered, her gaze darting between the family members. She was growing weary of pretending to be the perfect, demure girl. The charade was suffocating her.

As she scanned the room, her peripheral vision caught Prithviraj Singhania's piercing gaze. He had been watching her since she entered the living room, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Did he recognize her?

A shiver ran down her spine as she pondered the implications. Would her father still force her into this arranged marriage if Prithviraj revealed her secret? If he does what would change after! Even if she lay bedridden in the ICU, her father would probably find another groom, eager to secure a favourable alliance.

Sanyogita's thoughts swirled, her anxiety spiking. She forced a bright smile, desperate to maintain the facade.

Pranav's eyes sparkled mischievously as he asked, "Miss Sanyogita, can you whip up Kashmiri kabab chicken and chicken baby corn for dinner? Those are my absolute favourites!" While saying he lhcked his lips as if the flavours were still lingering in his mouth.

Nishita's eyes widened in alarm, knowing Sanyogita's culinary skills were, to put it kindly, nonexistent. “

Sanyogita's face flushed with embarrassment, deep down she was cursing Nishita for repeatedly praising false virtues about her before She could intervene, Nishita parted her lips, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"Of course, why not? Our baby knows everything," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you taste any food made in our baby's hands, you'll forget eating altogether... for the rest of your life!"

Pranav's face contorted in confusion. "Matlab? (What do you mean?)"

Nidhi swiftly slapped the back of her younger brother's hand, chuckling. "Pranav, you're inviting disaster! She whispered in her brother 's ear and also pitched him a reply " pouch!!" Came out from Pranav's lips .

Nidhi forced a fake laugh to hide the embarrassment.

Prithvi observed Sanyogita and Nishita with interest, his gaze lingering on Sanyogita's animated expressions. He thought to himself, "Nishita's words are far from the truth. He had already seen Sanyogita's so called obedient girlish nature at the party yesterday night, and now this cooking claim?" His eyes crinkled at the corners, amused by the discrepancy.

Sanyogita's cheeks bulged as she chewed the inside of her mouth, her eyes darting around the room with growing unease. She couldn't contain herself any longer. The urge to clarify was becoming unbearable.

"Enough!" Sanyogita exclaimed, her voice bursting forth like a dam breaking. Nishita's eyes widened in shock, as if she'd heard something she shouldn't have.

Rishabh, who had been silently observing, hoping the conversation would unfold smoothly, turned to his daughter with a mixture of surprise and concern. He opened his mouth to intervene, but Sanyogita continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Hume khana banana bilkul bhi nahi aata. Aur nahi hum subah subah uthkar Puja kar te hai daily," (I don't know how to cook at all. And I don't wake up early to perform daily prayers."

There was a silence in the vast living room with Pranali's gaze fixed intently on Sanyogita, her expression unreadable. Pranali's eyes didn't blink, her stare piercing as if searching for something beneath Sanyogita's words.

Prithvi's lips curled into a subtle smile, intrigued by Sanyogita's candid admission. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Sanyogita's face, captivated by her authenticity. His amusement wasn't just about the situation, but also about how much he enjoyed her unconventional nature.

Nishita's face turned bright red, her mouth fluttering like a flustered hummingbird. "Baby, don't say this na!! Maybe..." she cooed, her tone dripping with maternal concern, as if Sanyogita was still a wide-eyed toddler.

Nishita was the nanny of Sanyogita since her childhood days. That's why she always treated her like a small girl .

Sanyogita's determined gaze silenced Nishita, its impact akin to a stern librarian shushing a noisy patron.

Pranav, who was about to put the pakoda into his mouth, his hand froze in the midway, the crispy delight hovering inches from his lips.

Nidhi's smile faltered, her eyes darting between Sanyogita and Nishita.

Vikrant and Shanaya who were watching the drama silently exchanged a sarcastic smile, their eyes sparkling with amusement. They seemed to be thinking, "This is getting good."

Prithvi, observing the drama unfold, shifted his gaze from Sanyogita's resolute expression to his step-uncle and aunt. Their reactions were predictable – a mix of shock and dismay. However, his attention quickly returned to Sanyogita, drawn to her unapologetic candour.

The room hung in silence, until Pranav shattered the stillness with a mischievous grin. "So, no cooking, no morning prayers... What's next? " His voice dripped with mock innocence, earning a chuckle from Nidhi.

Sanyogita's stern glare silenced Pranav, her eyes flashing with determination. Ignoring the lingering gazes, she continued, her voice unwavering.

"I don't know what defines a sanskari bahu in your family, but for me, it's about following my heart. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not." She paused, her chest rising with a deep breath.

"Cooking? I'm limited to Maggie, coffee, and boiled eggs. That's the extent of my culinary expertise." The room seemed to hold its collective breath.

Pranav's eyes went blank, as if he'd never imagined this quiet, unassuming bride would be his brother's wife. His elder brother, Prithvi, was known for his boldness, but Sanyogita's forthrightness left Pranav stunned.

Prithvi's expression, however, remained inscrutable, his eyes never leaving Sanyogita's face. A hint of admiration flickered in their depths, but he didn't reveal his thoughts.

Nidhi's chuckle faded, replaced by a curious gaze.

Rishabh's face creased with concern, while Pranali's eyes narrowed, assessing Sanyogita's words.

"And one more thing," Sanyogita added, her voice tinged with nostalgia, "I know how to cook Shahi Paneer Pulao." The words hung in the air as her heart grew heavy. Memories flooded her mind – of her mother, of the countless birthday celebrations where she'd lovingly prepared this dish.

After her mother's passing, Sanyogita had continued the tradition, cooking Shahi Paneer Pulao on each birthday and sharing it with the children at the NGO. Those innocent faces, deprived of parental love, reminded her of her own loss. Despite having a father, she felt like an orphan.

The room fell silent, the weight of Sanyogita's words settling upon the gathering. Rishabh's face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

Nishita, who had earlier extolled Sanyogita's virtues, now avoided eye contact. Her praise, once effusive, now felt like buckets of lies. She fidgeted, her hands twisting in her lap.

Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions as he watched Sanyogita candidly share her flaws with his family. What drove her to confess? Why would she willingly expose her vulnerabilities to strangers, especially to the influential Singhaniyas?

In his experience, women typically presented a polished facade to potential grooms, hiding their imperfections beneath a veneer of perfection. Yet, Sanyogita's words dripped with sincerity, her gaze unwavering.

Prithvi's thoughts swirled, his analytical mind probing for answers. Why did he care? He was a workaholic, driven by ambition and a relentless pursuit of success. His life hasn't space for emotional entanglements, that only make people weak.

As he reflected on his past, memories resurfaced – his father's struggles with depression, the family business teetering on the brink of collapse. The bitter taste of betrayal still lingered, the memory of those who had turned their backs on the Singhaniyas during their darkest hour.

Prithvi's jaw clenched, his resolve hardened. He had single-handedly rebuilt the Singaniya Empire, transforming it into a behemoth through sheer willpower, intelligence, and sweat. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of triumph, was his solace.

But Sanyogita's words had awakened a flicker of curiosity within him. He couldn't deny the allure of her authenticity, the vulnerability she'd revealed. It was a quality he hadn't encountered in a long time, a breath of fresh air amidst the calculated manoeuvrings of high society.

As Prithvi's gaze drifted back to Sanyogita, he noticed the faintest glimmer of determination in her eyes. It was a spark that resonated with his own unyielding drive.

Pranav's amusement morphed into curiosity, his brow furrowing as he leaned in, voice laced with teasing intent. "Bhai, Bhabhi knows your favourite dish, Shahi Paneer Pulao. So you don't have to sleep with an empty stomach after marriage, huh?" He nudged Prithvi playfully.

Prithvi returned from his land of deep thinking, his unwavering gaze finally shifted from Sanyogita's face, as his piercing amber eyes locked onto his younger brother. His eyes narrowed, a cold glance was enough to send a shiver down Pranav's spine. His teasing demeanour deflated, replaced by a sheepish expression.

Pranav's eyes darted away, his hands fidgeting with the cushion's edge. "Sorry, bhai," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Sanyogita's gaze flicked between the brothers, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. She sensed an undercurrent of tension, a hidden dynamic between Prithvi and Pranav.

Nidhi intervened, her voice light and soothing. "Pranav stop talking , behave yourself ." Her attempt to diffuse the tension was subtle but effective.

Pranav's lips parted to speak, but a withering glance from his elder sister,Nidhi and brother, Prithvi, silenced him. He muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

"Unbelievable!kaise Bhai behen mile hai , ek aankh dikhata hai toh dusra muh bandh kar ke rakhne bolta hai. Young child hone ka ka koi bhi advantage Nahi mila papa! Ise toh acha aap mujhe bada bhai banate , tab mein in dono ki kher nahi rakhta!! .

A sly grin spread across Pranav's face as he imagined himself as the big brother, ruler of the sibling hierarchy. His eyes sparkled with mischief, lost in the fantasy.

Niddhi's gaze lingered on Pranav, her expression a warning. While Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in disapproval.

Vikrant and Shanaya exchanged uneasy glances, their smirks fading. Even Pranali's stern demeanour softened, her eyes betraying a glimmer of empathy.

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock. Sanyogita's words had unwittingly stripped away the façade, revealing the complexities beneath.

Rishabh's eyes darted toward Mrs. Singhania, awaiting her response. He knew he was walking a thin line, doing injustice to both the groom's family and his own daughter. But desperation had driven him to this point. In his mind, only Mr. Singhaniya held the key to Sanyogita's salvation.

Pranali's piercing gaze lingered on Sanyogita, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, she parted her lips, her voice measured.

"I'm impressed with your honesty, beta. Cooking isn't a deal-breaker. Anyone can learn with time and effort." Her words dripped with warmth, a hint of approval.

"But we didn't come here to discuss cooking," Pranali continued, her tone shifting to one of purpose. "We—"

Shanaya cut in, her voice laced with venom, still seething from the previous night's humiliation. "Pranali Di , that's not fair." Her interruption was sharp, a razor's edge.

Vikrant's hand instinctively reached for Shanaya's, a subtle gesture to restrain her. But she shook him off, her eyes blazing.

"You're accepting her flaws without hesitation, yet you scrutinised me mercilessly," Shanaya accused, her gaze locking onto Pranali. "Why the double standards?"

Pranali's expression remained calm, but a flicker of annoyance danced in her eyes. "Shanaya, this isn't about you. It's about Sanyogita and Prithvi's future."

Rishabh's unease grew, sensing the tension escalating. Shanaya's anger was a powder keg, waiting to ignite.

All eyes shifted to Shanaya, her voice dripping with venom as she spoke. "When I met the groom for my Soniya, they grilled her with questions, advising her to be polite and submissive. But what standards did you apply when selecting a bride for Prithvi?" Shanaya's gaze locked onto Pranali, accusation etched on her face.

Rishabh's expression remained neutral, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. He could sense while his daughter would.receive over from her in-laws,there was a venomous tongue that was too residing to scold on tiny errors of his daughter and that was making him worried more .

Nidhi leaned in, whispering in her younger brother's ear, "This Shanaya Aunty never misses a chance to taunt Mom." Her voice was barely audible, but her concern was palpable

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"Just because a girl can't cook, Aunty declares her unfit," Nidhi continued, her eyes rolling in exasperation. "As if cooking defines a woman's worth."

Pranav chimed in, his tone innocent and playful. "But Di, she knows how to cook Shahi Paneer Pulao... I'll manage with that. At least Bhabhi will serve that for me." He grinned mischievously. "And Big brother loves that dish, after all."

Nidhi rolled her eyes heavenward, slapping her forehead gently. Ensuring no one was watching, she muttered under her breath, "Kis gadhe ki main samjha Rahi hoon... khane ke ilawa is ladke ke dimaag mein kuch nahi chalta." (What nonsense am I dealing with... this boy's brain only thinks about food.)

Pranav caught her whisper and made a face, earning a stifled giggle from Nidhi.

Pranav showed his teeth to his elder sister and said with a reassuring smile. "You don't know Mom. Once she decides, no one can change her mind." He leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "By the way, I love my would-be sister-in-law. She's very honest, just like me."

Nidhi's eyes sparkled with amusement at her brother's antics. "You're already taking sides, aren't you?" she teased.

Pranav's grin widened. "Someone has to. Besides, Bhabhi's honesty is refreshing. We need more of that in this family."

Nidhi's giggles subsided as she regarded her brother with newfound respect. Pranav's thoughtful words, praising Sanyogita's honesty, were a rare quality in someone so young. His careful choice of words impressed Nidhi, especially since he didn't mock or criticise Sanyogita's flaws.

Pranali's gaze lingered on Shanaya, her expression stern. Then, with a calm, measured tone, she spoke.

"Shanaya, I advised Soniya because you asked me to, and moreover she showed interest in it . I supported her passions, not forced cooking upon her." Pranali's voice took on a subtle intensity.

"But here, the context is different. We're discussing a union between our families, and the qualities we seek in a bride. Sanyogita's honesty, demonstrated from the outset, is refreshing." Pranali's words carried weight.

Sanyogita's gaze met Pranali, her heart fluttering with delight. The genuine warmth and approval radiating from Pranali's eyes enveloped her, filling her with profound gratitude.

She had braced herself for condescension, expecting Pranali to mirror Vikrant's haughtiness and Shanaya's arrogance, or even Prithviraj's aloofness. But Pranali's kindness and sincerity caught her off guard, dispelling her apprehensions.

Sanyogita's thoughts swirled, her initial reservations melting away. "She's nothing like I imagined," she thought. " Her warmth is genuine, her heart full of love and acceptance.”

Prithvi's gaze drifted from his mother to Sanyogita, observing the subtle changes in her expression. Her eyes shone with a newfound confidence, her shoulders squaring slightly.

Shanaya's face fell, her lips pursing in discontent. Vikrant's gentle squeeze on her hand was a silent reminder to restrain her reactions.

Rishabh's expression transformed from unease to relief, his eyes meeting Pranali in a silent thank you.

Pranali's composure remained unwavering, her voice measured. "Shanaya, we didn't come here to scrutinise Sanyogita's cooking skills because they're not the only qualities we value. Prithvi needs a partner, not a chef."

Shanaya's glare seared Pranali , her eyes flashing with resentment. Her lips parted, ready to unleash a retort, but Vikrant's tightening grip on her wrist stayed her words. The pressure was a silent command to restrain herself.

Vikrant's hand closed around Shanaya's, his grip a subtle warning. "Shanaya, let's focus on the union," he murmured, his voice low and measured. "Past grievances won't serve us here."

Beneath her composed exterior, Shanaya seethed. Memories of the Ahuja company business party still burned within her. Sanyogita's perceived insults, directed at both her and Vikrant, ignited a firestorm of anger. Every cell in her body pulsed with indignation.

How could Vikrant remain so calm, so detached? Didn't he feel the humiliation, the sting of Sanyogita's words? Shanaya's mind raced with questions, her patience wearing thin.

Yet, she knew better than to push Vikrant. His composure was a facade, a mask hiding calculating intentions. Shanaya was aware of her husband's ruthless nature; he never forgave his enemies. His silence was a promise of retribution, a whispered vow to settle scores.

As Shanaya's gaze locked onto Sanyogita, her eyes narrowed, promising vengeance. This wasn't the end. Vikrant would unleash his wrath, and Sanyogita would regret the day she crossed them.

Pranali's voice resonated through the room, her voice painting a vibrant picture of Sanyogita's accomplishments "We've heard from Shraddha that Sanyogita is an exceptional individual . She has purchased her an MBA in sociology from the esteemed IIM Bangalore." Pranali's eyes shone with genuine admiration.

"At just 23, she's already risen to a managerial position within the Ahuja company." Pranali's gaze swept the room, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.

"Don't you agree that her academic prowess and professional success demonstrate remarkable talent? Don't these qualities count significantly in our evaluation?" Pranali's tone encouraged discussion, inviting the others to share their thoughts.

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed, her chest flutter with excitement and surprise she couldn't conclude, as none in her life defined her as like as Pranali even just before her eyes, as if she wasn't her would be mother in law but her real life mother instead. Her eyes cast over Pranali in humility. Rishabh's chest swelled with pride, his smile reflecting gratitude toward Pranali.

Nidhi nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Absolutely, Mom! I agree with you . Miss Sanyogita's achievements are impressive." Pranav chimed in, his voice filled with admiration.

Sanyogita's gaze drifted momentarily to Pranav, seated between Nidhi and Prithvi. A fleeting smile crossed her lips as their eyes met, and for an instant, they shared a connection.

Pranav's face lit up with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine affection for his would-be sister-in-law. He seemed to sense her gratitude and appreciation.

Nidhi noticed the exchange and smiled knowingly, her eyes shining with amusement.

Prithvi's gaze followed Sanyogita's, his attention drawn to Pranav's infectious grin. He observed the easy camaraderie between Pranav and Sanyogita, intrigued by their rapport.

Shanaya's expression twisted, her lips pursing in discontent. Vikrant's face remained impassive, but his eyes narrowed, calculating the implications.

Prithvi's gaze lingered on Sanyogita, his thoughts whirring. He was struck by the contrast between her unassuming demeanour and impressive accomplishments.

Pranali's voice pierced through the silent environment of the room "Moreover, Sanyogita is an excellent singer and dancer. These talents, though not the sole criteria, demonstrate her versatility and passion are remarkable to watch ." Pranali's gaze shifted to Sanyogita, warmth and approval radiating from her expression.

Prithvi's eyes never left Sanyogita's face, his silence a testament to his growing fascination. He was taken aback by the depth of her talents, his mind racing with questions.

Who was this woman, with a blend of academic brilliance and artistic flair? Her unassuming demeanour belied a wealth of accomplishments.

As Prithvi's gaze lingered, Sanyogita's cheeks flushed, her eyes cast downward. The gentle flutter of her eyelashes betrayed her awareness of his attention.

Shanaya's scowl deepened, her discontent evident. Vikrant's reassuring touch on her hand was a subtle reminder to maintain composure.

Rishabh's expression transformed from anxiety to pride, his eyes shining with gratitude toward Pranali.

Nidhi's smile broadened, her brother's interest in Sanyogita evident. Pranav's enthusiastic nodding signalled his approval.

Pranali's words hung in the air, their weight settling upon the gathering. "We didn't come to inspect a maid for the Singhaniya palace, but to welcome our daughter-in-law, a beloved addition to our family." Her voice resonated with conviction.

"She'll be treated as one of our own, with love and respect, not as a guest or employee." Pranali's gaze swept the room, ensuring her message was clear.

Sanyogita's eyes widened, her mind reeling from Pranali's unexpected words. She had never imagined someone from such an esteemed family would hold such progressive views.

Rishabh and Nishita exchanged relieved glances, their faces reflecting gratitude toward Pranali.

Shanaya's face lights up with embarrassment, her cheeks flushing crimson. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding eye contact. Deep down, she seethed, her anger simmering like a slow-burning flame.

Vikrant watched his wife, his expression impassive. But beneath the surface, his mind churned with schemes to take revenge on Sanyogita, the object of Pranali's praise. His eyes narrowed, calculating the best approach.

Nidhi smiled warmly at Sanyogita, her eyes shining with genuine affection.

Pranav's enthusiastic nodding signalled his approval of Pranali's words.

Prithvi observed Vikrant's subtle reaction, his instincts alerting him to potential tension. He filed away the observation, his focus returning to Sanyogita.

His gaze lingered on Sanyogita, his thoughts swirling with his mother's words. He admired Pranali's progressive views, her willingness to see beyond societal expectations. Sanyogita's flaws, once potential deal-breakers, now seemed insignificant.

As he reflected on their encounter, Prithvi's appreciation for Sanyogita's honesty deepened. Her unguarded admission, sans artifice or pretension, resonated with him. In a world where facades reigned, her authenticity shone like a beacon.

And then, there was her talent. Singing and dancing, passions he'd never associated with a potential partner, now captivated him. He envisioned Sanyogita on stage, her voice soaring, her movements fluid. The image stirred something within him, a spark of fascination.

Prithvi's analytical mind whirred, weighing the pros and cons. He'd always prioritise compatibility, family background, and social standing. Yet, Sanyogita's unique blend of vulnerability, honesty, and talent challenged his norms.

Prithvi's reverie was interrupted by his mother's gentle voice. "Sanyogita, would you graciously sing a song for us?" Pranali's request was infused with warmth.

Nishita's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Yes, why not, Baby, go ahead! You know how much you love singing." Her eyes sparkled with pride, reflecting the deep affection she held for Sanyogita.

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed, but she nodded willingly. Pranali's genuine interest and respect had touched her heart. "I'd be happy to, Aunty," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nishita's eyes locked onto Pranali, brimming with gratitude. "Pranali ji, I apologize for any exaggerated claims about my Baby's virtues," she began, her voice trembling with emotion.

"But I assure you, Sanyogita's talents are divine. Goddess Saraswati's blessings reside in her voice, while Goddess Durga's aura envelops her being – beautiful, kind-hearted, and bravely authentic." Nishita's words flowed like a heartfelt prayer.

"As a witness to her growth, I've seen Sanyogita's compassion, resilience, and generosity. She embodies the essence of femininity, untainted by pretences." Nishita's voice cracked, her eyes shining with moistened water but she wiped the corner of her eyes with the handkerchief she held in her right hand.

Pranali's expression softened, her eyes mirroring Nishita's emotions.

Sanyogita's heart swelled, her pulse racing as she listened to Nanny's heartfelt praise. No one had ever highlighted her inner beauty with such sincerity. Her eyes moistened, reflecting the depth of her feelings.

Rishabh's gaze drifted from Nishita to Sanyogita, his chest filling with pride. Although his expression remained serene, his eyes betrayed no hint of pride or emotion. He nodded subtly, acknowledging Nishita's words, but his composure remained unwavering.

Sanyogita's gaze lingered on her father, hoping to glimpse a crack in his stoic facade. But, as usual, his demeanour revealed nothing. Her heart twisted, a familiar ache settling within.

Meanwhile, Shanaya and Vikrant exchanged a silent, sarcastic smirk. Their eyes locked in a fleeting moment of mutual understanding, their facial expressions a mask of polite interest.

Prithvi, however, was captivated. His curiosity about Sanyogita's singing grew, and he watched her with an intensity that bordered on reverence. His eyes never left hers, drinking in the gentle curve of her neck as she prepared to sing.

Before meeting Sanyogita, Prithvi hadn't given much thought to his ideal bride. But now, he found himself lost in her grey-blue eyes, their depths drawing him in like an undertow. Whenever their gazes met, his thoughts dissolved, leaving only the gentle lapping of her presence.

A worker was summoned, and Nishita instructed, "Go fetch Baby's sitar." The worker nodded politely, "Okay, madam."

As the worker departed, Nishita turned to Pranali. "You're a breath of fresh air, Pranali ji. Your progressive views on women's talents and individuality are truly inspiring." Her voice trembled with sincerity.

Pranali smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Talent knows no bounds, Nishita. Sanyogita's singing will surely mesmerise us."

Sanyogita settled onto the opulent couch, its golden upholstery glinting in the soft light. The delicate pillows surrounding her seemed to fade into the background as she situated herself with a meditative gesture, her slender fingers hovering above the sitar's strings.

As her hands made contact with the instrument, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Memories long forgotten stirred, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes drifted shut, and she surrendered to the music.

The room held its breath as Sanyogita's voice unfurled, a melodious tribute to the legendary Lata Mangeshkar. The song, "Ek Pyaar Kaa Nagmaa Hai Maujon Ki Ravaani Hai ×2 ," poured from her heart, every note infused with emotion.

Zindagi Aur Kuch Bhi Nahi Teri Meri Kahaani Hai

Kuch Paakar Khona Hai Kuch Khokar Paanaa Hai

Jeevan Ka Matlab Toh Aanaa Aur Jaanaa Hai

Do Pal Ke Jeevan Se Ek Umr Churaani Hai

Zindagi Aur Kuchh Bhi Na…….

La la la la la la la la la la la la

As Sanyogita's voice soared, the room dissolved into the timeless realm of music, where emotions reigned supreme.

Prithvi's gaze transfixed on Sanyogita, mesmerised by the symphony of her voice and the sitar's haunting accompaniment. His breath caught, his thoughts suspended in the beauty of the moment.

Shanaya's smirk faltered, her eyes narrowing as she struggled to maintain her disdain. Vikrant's expression remained impassive, but his eyes gleamed with calculation.

As Sanyogita's first note resonated through the air, Nidhi and Pranav felt an electric shiver course through their veins. The melodic phrase pierced their hearts, leaving an indelible mark.

Goosebumps erupted across their skin, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil brewing within. Nidhi's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Pranav's gaze turned glassy, his lips parted in awe.

The room seemed to vibrate with Sanyogita's haunting voice, every molecule attuned to her emotional frequency. The sound waves caressed their skin, stirring deep-seated emotions.

Sanyogita's voice trembled as she dedicated the song to her mother, memories of their time together flooding her mind. She recalled the laughter, the tears, and the quiet moments they shared during her illness and final days.

As she sang, her eyes began to well up with tears. Determined to hold them back, she closed her eyelids, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. Her voice cracked, but she pushed on, pouring her heart into every word. Her gaze would have fallen on her father, seated in the corner, his eyes cast downward. She couldn't bear to look at him, remembering the countless times he'd neglected her, leaving her craving attention and affection. His indifference still stung.

Kuch paakar khona hai

Kuch khokar paana hai

Jeevan ka matlab to

Aana aur jaana hai

Do pal ke jeevan se

Ek umr churaani hai

With her eyes closed, Sanyogita's face became a mask of quiet strength, concealing the turmoil within. Her song became a poignant tribute to her mother and a testament to the ache of lost love. The living room fell silent, mesmerised by Sanyogita's haunting melody. Her pain was palpable, resonating deep within each listener. Goosebumps rippled across their skin as her voice vibrated with emotion.

Tears welled up in their eyes, mirroring the unshed tears Sanyogita struggled to contain. But she stood resolute, her eyes still closed, her voice soaring through the song's final notes.

Rishabh's stoic facade cracked, revealing a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability. His eyes, once impassive, now shimmered with a deep-seated emotion, a hint of paternal love and nostalgia.

Nishita's face radiated joy, her eyes brimming with tears of pride. A gentle smile spread across her lips, her cheeks flushing with happiness. The creases around her eyes deepened, etched by years of love and devotion for Sanyogita.

As Sanyogita's music filled the room, Rishabh's gaze softened, his expression a poignant mix of reminiscence and longing. Nishita's tears threatened to spill, her heart overflowing with maternal affection.

The tender moment hung suspended, a poignant testament to the unspoken bond between Sanyogita, Rishabh, and Nishita.

Time suspended, leaving only the trio of music, emotions, and the entranced listeners

Pranali's thoughts dissolved into the music, her heart beating in harmony with Sanyogita's sitar. Pranav's mind drifted, carried by the tide of melancholy and longing that infused the song.

Tu dhaar hai nadiya ki

Main tera kinaara hoon

Tu mera sahaara hai

Main tera sahaara hoon

Aankhon mein samandar

Hai aashaaon ka paani hai

Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahin

Teri meri kahaani hai

Ek pyar ka nagma hai

Pranali's reverie was interrupted as her gaze fell upon her son, Prithvi. His eyes were fixed intently on Sanyogita, his stare unblinking and unwavering.

Prithvi's gaze wandered across the enchanting vision before him, transfixed by Sanyogita's breathtaking beauty, his eyes drinking in every detail of her .

Draped in a stunning sky-blue saree, its intricate zari embroidery shimmering like starlight, she embodied an ethereal elegance. The delicate white satin silk blouse added a touch of subtlety, framing her slender neck and accentuating her porcelain skin.

Her raven tresses cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, the luscious locks grazing her glowing cheeks and framing her heart-shaped face. The soft curve of her jawline and the gentle slope of her nose created a captivating symmetry.

Toofaan to aana hai

Aakar chale jaana hai

Baadal hai yeh kuch pal ka

Chhaakar dhal jaana hai

Parchhaaniyan reh jaati

Reh jaati nishaani hai

Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahin

Teri meri kahaani hai

Ek pyar ka nagma hai

Maujon ki ravaani hai

Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahin

Teri meri kahaani hai

Ek pyar ka nagma hai.

As she sat with the sitar, her slender fingers poised on its strings, Sanyogita seemed a celestial nymph reincarnated. Her eyes, pools of shimmering grey-blue, sparkled like moonlit lakes, drawing Prithvi in with an otherworldly allure.

Time stood still as Prithvi succumbed to the spell of her eyes. The soft, ethereal light dancing across her face illuminated the delicate contours of her features, rendering him speechless. The air thickened with an unspoken connection, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in this fleeting, magical moment.

A resplendent blue diamond necklace adorned her neck, complemented by a matching designer diamond bracelet adorning her ivory wrists. As Sanyogita's lips moved in sync with the lyrics of the songs, Prithvi's mind was consumed by myriad thoughts. He found himself mesmerised by their gentle contours, the subtle pout of her lower lip, and the whisper-soft sheen that hinted at a hidden smile.

His fingers fidgeted involuntarily as he marvelled at her plump, pink-nude lips and the sky blue diamond earrings that gracefully adorned her neckline. She possessed a radiant beauty that seemed to embody purity, leaving Prithvi completely captivated, like a poet intoxicated by her allure.

As Prithvi gazed at Sanyogita, his facade began to crumble. Beneath his poised exterior, a maelstrom of emotions churned. Her presence awakened a deep-seated longing, a sense of connection he'd long suppressed

Prithvi's thoughts swirled . "Why do I feel so drawn to her? What is it about her that shatters my defences?”

As Sanyogita finished singing, her grey-blue eyes, fringed with luscious lashes and defined by a subtle smokey allure of black kajal, lifted to meet Prithvi's gaze.

The world around him melted away, leaving only the captivating intensity of her gaze.

The room erupted in applause as Sanyogita finished her enchanting performance. Everyone praised her melodious voice, but Pranali's attention was focused elsewhere. She was delighted by Prithvi's interest in her would-be daughter-in-law's singing.

As she glanced at her son, Pranali noticed Prithvi's unwavering gaze fixed on Sanyogita. His eyes hadn't left hers for a moment. A warm smile spread across Pranali's face as she understood the unspoken message.