Tu Meri Pehalwan ~ A VeeRat Tale - Chapter 15 on pg 7 - Page 2

Thanks a lot all of you for giving your precious time to read my story.

I'm extremely sorry to inform that there will be a delay in uploading the next episode as I'm currently caught up in finishing an important work.

Meanwhile, I would like to invite all of you to give your guesses through comments on how do you think this story will proceed further.

It is your story and I know that as a writer you will do justice to it but please do write about Sahan lovey dovey moments also as we don't get to see that in the show.

Beautifully written, with soo much positivity, looking forward to read how you unfold the story.

Originally posted by: Reader17

It is your story and I know that as a writer you will do justice to it but please do write about Sahan lovey dovey moments also as we don't get to see that in the show.

I will try to insert Sahan scenes wherever possible but as I said since this a Veerat story, the central plotline will be focusing on them.

Chapter 2 (Rab ne banayi jodi)

Ajit and Santhosh stood speechless, their hearts heavy with emotion, as Akaal’s unexpected proposal hung in the air. After a long pause, Ajit folded his hands respectfully and spoke with quiet sincerity.

“Akaal ji, Santhosh and I consider ourselves the luckiest parents in the world. Despite our humble background, you chose our second daughter, Sahiba, to be the bride of your elder grandson, Angad Singh Brar. That was an honor beyond measure. But now... you are asking for our younger daughter’s hand?” His voice trembled slightly as he continued. “You know our eldest daughter, Seerat, is still unmarried. In our tradition, how can the youngest marry before the eldest? Society will surely raise questions, casting shadows on Seerat’s character, assuming there’s some flaw in her.”

Akaal nodded understandingly. “Ajit ji, your concern is valid. But didn’t you once mention that your eldest daughter is determined to establish her career before settling down? If marriage isn’t in her immediate plans, wouldn’t it be right to consider the happiness of your other daughter?”

Ajit and Santhosh exchanged uncertain glances, their hearts weighed down by conflicting emotions. Sensing their hesitation, Akaal added gently, “I give you my word, once Seerat returns to Punjab, I will personally take responsibility for finding her the right life partner. But I do ask, for now, that you consider this proposal with an open heart.”

Santhosh’s voice softened, though her doubts lingered. “Akaal Saheb, it’s a matter of great pride for us that our daughters are welcomed into your esteemed family. But Keerat is still so young — she hasn’t even completed her studies. She dreams of becoming a wrestler. I wonder if she would fit into your household and way of life.”

Before Akaal could respond, Jabjyot stepped forward with reassuring warmth. “Santhosh ji, you needn’t worry about Keerat’s happiness. We have raised our grandsons with deep-rooted values of respect and understanding. I am certain Veer will make her just as happy as Angad will for Sahiba.”

Despite Jabjyot’s kind words, Ajit and Santhosh remained thoughtful, struggling to process the unexpected turn their day had taken.

Sensing their unease, Jabjyot added softly, “We understand this is no small decision. The future of your daughter is at stake. But I promise you, she will have a loving and fulfilling life with us.”

Just then, Inder called out from a distance, “Papaji, Mummyji, what’s taking so long? Sahiba’s grahpravesh is about to begin — please come!”

Akaal turned to Santhosh and Ajit once more before leaving. “Please, take all the time you need to decide. It’s a life-altering choice, and we will respect your wishes. But I’d request you not to mention this to Keerat or anyone else until you have made your decision.”

With that, Akaal and Jabjyot took their leave, leaving Santhosh and Ajit deep in thought. Their silence was broken when Keerat arrived, wrapping her arms around her mother.

“Mummy, Papa… are you sad because Sahiba di is married now and has gone to the Brar family?” she asked with a bright smile. “Don’t worry. She couldn’t have found a better husband than Angad jiju — and the Brars are wonderful people. I’m sure they’ll take care of her and keep her happy.”

Santhosh and Ajit forced a smile, hugging their youngest daughter tightly, hiding the storm of emotions brewing inside.

Just then, Sukhi joined them and, seeing the family together, waved her hand protectively to ward off evil. “Nazar na lage! Your Sahiba is truly blessed to have found such a loving family. Now we must pray to Rab that the same happiness finds your other daughters too.”

Santhosh’s thoughts drifted back to Akaal and Jabjyot’s words, the soft tune of Rab Aap Hi Ishq Ugawe, Rab Aap Hi Ishq Mitawe… Teri Meri Doriyaan echoing in the background as her heart wrestled with the decision.

Later that night — Brar Mansion, Angad and Sahiba’s Room

Sahiba sat quietly on the edge of the bed, dressed in an elegant off-white salwar suit, her dupatta delicately draped over her head. Her fingers fidgeted nervously as her gaze kept darting toward the door, her heart pounding in anticipation.

A soft sound broke the stillness as Angad stepped into the room. Seeing him, Sahiba quickly stood up, her unease written all over her face. Angad walked toward her, easily reading her nervousness. Closing the distance between them, his presence sent Sahiba’s heart racing. She instinctively leaned back and closed her eyes, bracing for the moment — but to her surprise, Angad reached past her, picking up the pillow and bedsheet placed nearby.

Without a word, he walked to the divan across the room.

Confused, Sahiba opened her eyes. “What are you doing, Angad?” she asked softly.

Angad turned to her with a calm smile. “I’m giving you time. And space.”

“Time and space?” she repeated, puzzled.

“Yes. Ours is an arranged marriage, Sahiba. I trust my Darji and Bebe’s choice for me, but I believe it’s only fair we take time to truly know and understand each other before moving forward.”

Sahiba felt her eyes well up, touched by his thoughtfulness. Without thinking, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. Angad stiffened, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, but gently steadied himself, not wanting to break the moment.

Through tearful eyes, she whispered, “Thank you, Angad. Thank you for understanding me.”

Angad softly pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, guiding her to sit comfortably on the bed. “You are my wife now, Sahiba. It’s my responsibility to care for you — to understand what you need, what you like, and what you don’t.”

Wiping her tears, Sahiba gave a faint smile. “Every girl misses her home after marriage, doesn’t she? The place where she grew up, the memories, the family...”

Angad held her hand reassuringly. “And what do you miss the most?”

Sahiba thought for a moment. “My sisters. Being the middle one, I shared a special bond with both Seerat Di and Keerat. They confided in me, shared their dreams and secrets. The thought of living without them feels... empty.”

Angad looked at her thoughtfully, then gently squeezed her hand. “Then why don’t we bring them here, too?”

Sahiba blinked, surprised by his words, unsure of what he truly meant.

Monga House — Santhosh and Ajit’s Bedroom
Ajit stepped into the room and found Santhosh sitting on the bed, lost deep in thought. He could sense the unease clouding her mind and gently asked,
"You’re still thinking about what Akaal Saheb and Jabyot ji said after Sahiba’s bidaai, aren’t you?"

Santhosh sighed, her voice heavy with concern. "How can I not, Ajit? Their words concern the future of our daughters. How could any mother let such thoughts go?"

Ajit sat beside her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "So what do you think we should do? Should we consider Keerat’s alliance with the Brar family too?"

Santhosh looked at him, startled. "Ajit, what are you saying? We just sent off Sahiba — her doli hasn’t even settled yet, and you’re already thinking about Keerat? She’s still so young. And what about Seerat?"

Trying to soothe her worry, Ajit replied calmly, "Santhosh, they are your daughters — don’t you have faith in the values you’ve raised them with? Keerat is no longer a child. She’s capable of handling responsibility and family. And as for Seerat, don’t you remember? She made it clear that her only focus right now is her career. Just wait and see — when the time is right, there’ll be a line of suitors for her."

Santhosh's concern deepened. "And what about Keerat’s dreams? You know she wants to become a wrestler, Ajit."

Ajit offered her a soft smile. "Weren’t we just as worried for Sahiba? And didn’t Angad assure us that he would support her ambitions? Akaal Saheb and Jabyot ji raised their grandchildren with the same values. I’m sure Veer will support Keerat in her dreams, too."

Though his words were meant to reassure, Santhosh remained uneasy. Seeing this, Ajit gently urged her, "Let your heart rest, Santhosh. It’s been a long day. Trust Babaji — share your worries with him. He’ll guide you to the right path."

Santhosh silently nodded, lost in thought.

Brar Mansion — Angad and Sahiba’s Bedroom
Sahiba looked puzzled as Angad’s words echoed in her ears. "What do you mean, Angad? How can I bring my sisters here to the Brar Mansion?"

Angad chuckled softly. "What I mean is, you have two sisters, and I have six siblings — three of them are brothers. Apart from Prince, there’s Garry and Veer, both of marriageable age. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if your sisters became a part of this family too?"

Sahiba’s eyes widened, taken aback by the idea. Angad continued, his tone thoughtful but light, "Of course, marriage isn’t something we can decide for them. It’s their choice. But after knowing you, I feel like your sisters would be the perfect match for my brothers."

A soft smile touched Sahiba’s lips. She leaned in, playfully pressing her finger against the top button of his shirt. "Oh? And how well do you think you know me?"

Caught off-guard by her teasing, Angad fumbled for words, "Sahiba... I... I know that you’re a good person. A rare one. And I believe your sisters are just as wonderful. That’s why I wish they could become part of this family. And — wouldn’t it be nice for you, too? Having them close by?"

Sahiba paused for a moment, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Angad, marriages aren’t arranged by us — it’s Rab who ties these bonds. If Rab has linked my sisters’ destinies to your brothers, then no force in the world can stop them from coming here. And if not, then whatever happens will still be for the best."

(Background: Rab Aap Hi Ishq Ugawe, Rab Aap Hi Ishq Mitawe... Khud Baandhi Hai Uss Rab Ne Teri Meri Doriyaan...)

Her words left Angad awestruck. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hold her close, but he restrained himself.

Sahiba smiled softly. "It’s late, Angad. We should sleep."

Angad nodded, moving toward the divan. He arranged his bedding, while Sahiba lay on the bed. As the room grew quiet, they stole shy glances at each other until sleep finally embraced them.

As Days Passed
Sahiba, with her warmth and sincerity, soon won the hearts of the Brar family. Even Manbeer and Inder, once hesitant, now praised Akaal and Jabyot for their wise choice. Yet behind their smiles, Akaal and Jabyot remained curious — waiting for Ajit and Santhosh’s answer to their proposal for Keerat.

Gurdwara — A Few Days After Sahiba’s Wedding
Santhosh sat in deep prayer before the Guru Granth Sahib, her heart restless. Yellow marigold flowers, part of a devotee’s offering, lay before her. In silent prayer, she asked, "Babaji, is Veer truly the right partner for my Keerat? Please give me a sign."

At that moment, a marigold flower near the holy scripture gently rolled toward her feet. Santhosh stared at it, unsure whether to take it as a coincidence or divine guidance.

Her contemplation was broken by the buzz of her phone. It was Jabyot calling. Santhosh continued to gaze at the Guru Granth Sahib, her mind torn between logic and faith.

(Background: Rab Aap Hi Ishq Ugawe, Rab Aap Hi Ishq Mitawe... Teri Meri Doriyaan...)

Brar Mansion — Breakfast Table, Next Morning
The family sat together, enjoying the morning meal while Sahiba served hot gobhi parathas. Hansraj remarked playfully, "Sahiba, you make the best gobhi parathas — but why do you make them so often? Is it your favorite?"

Prabhyot chimed in with a teasing grin, "Not hers, Hansraj — but someone else's favorite!"

The room burst into laughter as Angad and Sahiba flushed with embarrassment. Kiara added, "And not just parathas, phuphaji — Sahiba pabhi has even made Angad paaji’s favorite phirni today!"

Manbeer’s eyes softened as she watched the young couple. "Sahiba has learned Angad’s likes and dislikes so quickly. We truly are blessed to have her."

Gurleen joined in, "If only Veer would agree to settle down too! I’ve tried everything, but he rejects every proposal I bring."

Veer stayed silent, quietly focusing on his plate, while Akaal and Jabyot exchanged knowing glances. Akaal cleared his throat, quieting the room.

"I have an announcement to make," he said, drawing everyone’s attention.

Monga House — At the Same Time
Keerat hurriedly wrapped a few parathas in foil, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Mummyji, Papaji, Beeji — I’m running late for class, I’ll eat on the way!"

Before she could leave, Ajit stopped her. "Wait, Keerat. There’s something more important than your class today."

Surprised, Keerat turned around. "What is it, Papaji?"

Ajit walked toward her and spoke gently but firmly, "Akaal Saheb and Jabyot ji have asked for your hand in marriage, for their grandson Veer."

Keerat stood frozen, stunned by the unexpected revelation.

Brar Mansion — Back to the Breakfast Table
Angad asked, "Daarji, is everything alright?"

Akaal smiled calmly. "There’s nothing to worry about, but this concerns the future of our family. Just as Jabyot ji and I chose Sahiba for Angad, we’ve chosen her younger sister, Keerat, for Veer."

Gurleen and Jaspal’s faces lit up with joy, while Veer sat frozen, wide-eyed with shock.

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To be continued.

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Lovely....I loved the start..the story is so full of positivity.

The characters here are must more positive than the show. Waiting for VeeRat next meeting. Hope their story doesn't become toxic like the show.

Chapter 3 (Untold Secrets)

Brar Mansion, Dining Hall

The air hung heavy with silence as Akaal’s announcement echoed through the room, freezing everyone in their place. Sahiba and Angad exchanged stunned glances, their minds instantly recalling the conversation they had shared about this very topic on the night of their wedding.

Breaking the stunned silence, Veer abruptly stood up, his voice sharp with disbelief as he confronted Akaal, “Daarji, you’ve already planned my marriage? And that too without even asking me?”

Before Akaal could respond, Jaspal scolded, “Veer! Is that the way to speak to your Daarji?”

But Veer, still overwhelmed, pressed on, “But the topic is about my marriage! Shouldn’t I be the one to make the decision?”

Akaal, in his usual commanding tone, called out, “Veer!” — making the room fall silent once more. He continued, “Yes, it is your life and you have the right to make decisions, but never forget — Jabyot and I are your grandparents. We would never choose something that would ruin your life. Just look at Sahiba. She was our choice for Angad, and tell me — don’t you see how happy they are together?”

Angad nodded, siding with his grandfather, “Daarji is right, Veer. I trust their decisions. If they’ve chosen Keerat for you, I’m sure there’s a reason behind it. And honestly, what’s wrong with Keerat?”

Veer protested, frustrated, “Angad Paaji, I’ve only met her once! I don’t even know her properly. How can Daarji and Bebe already plan my wedding with her?”

Akaal calmly asked, “Do you have someone else in your life, Veer? If yes, we’re ready to send the proposal to her instead of Keerat.”

Veer shook his head, his voice low and upset, “There’s no one else, Daarji... but what’s the rush? Angad Paaji just got married, and isn’t Garry older than me? Why not fix his marriage first?”

Before Akaal could reply, Jasleen cut in sharply, “Don’t drag Garry into this. He’s in the UK, building his career, and he’s made it clear he won’t settle until that’s done. Your situation is different, Veer. You’re already a star — the most celebrated rockstar of Punjab. I’m sure any girl would be lucky to marry you, but since you don’t have anyone in mind, why oppose Mummyji and Papaji’s choice?”

Gurleen joined in gently, “She’s right, Veer puttar. Daarji and Bebe have never led us wrong. Keerat is a lovely girl, and she’s Sahiba’s sister. I’m sure she’ll win over all our hearts, just like Sahiba did.”

Hearing this, Sahiba’s face glowed with quiet pride and hope. The tension in the room was briefly broken by Prince, who piped up playfully, “I think Veer paaji’s just scared of Keerat di, that’s why he doesn’t want to marry her!”

Everyone chuckled at Prince’s mischief, and Veer lightly smacked the boy’s head, muttering, “Oye, chup kar!”

Akaal cleared his throat, bringing the room back to order. “Gurleen, Jaspal — do you both agree to move forward with this proposal?”

Jaspal immediately nodded. “Of course, Papaji. Veer has always rejected every girl we’ve introduced him to, and now that you’ve taken the initiative, we trust your choice.”

Veer’s face clearly showed his displeasure, but Akaal turned to him with finality, “You’ve heard your family, Veer. Everyone believes Keerat will be a perfect match for you. If you’re unsure, we’ll arrange more meetings for you both, just like we did for Angad and Sahiba.”

Without another word, Veer stormed out, leaving the room heavy with tension. Angad reassured Akaal, “Don’t worry, Daarji. I’ll talk to him.” Akaal nodded solemnly.

Monga House

Keerat stood rooted, her mouth wide open in shock, staring at Ajit. “What?!”

Her voice cracked in disbelief. “It’s barely been a few days since Sahiba di’s wedding, and now you’ve fixed mine? Are you both so tired of me already?”

Sukhi, ever the calm one, tried to soothe her. “Keerat, relax. At least hear what your Papaji and Mummyji are trying to say first.”

Taking a deep breath, Keerat folded her arms, bracing herself as Ajit explained, “Keerat, we haven’t finalized anything yet. And it’s not because we want to get rid of you. You’re our little princess — how can we send you away so soon? It’s just... when Akaal Saheb and Jabyot ji approached us with this proposal, we felt it was a promising match.”

But Keerat’s heart wasn’t ready to accept it. “What about my dreams, Papaji? My goals, my ambitions? You’ve always supported Seerat di’s decision to stay unmarried until she built her career. Won’t you do the same for me?”

Santhosh stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm, “Keerat, when did we say we wouldn’t support you? Akaal Saheb and Jabyot ji have promised they’ll let you chase your dreams even after marriage.”

But Keerat wasn’t convinced. “Then why the hurry? Seerat di isn’t even married yet.”

Sukhi, trying to be the voice of reason, interjected, “Keerat, every parent wants their daughter to find the right life partner at the right time. When Ajit and Santhosh heard the Brars’ proposal, they only thought about your happiness. Marriage is bound to happen, sooner or later, so why not now?”

Still unsatisfied, Keerat excused herself, her mind swirling with emotions. She rushed to her room and slammed the door behind her.

Outside, Ajit and Santhosh exchanged worried glances, softly knocking on her door. Santhosh pleaded, “Keerat, please open the door. We understand you aren’t ready, but the Brars are a good family, and Veer is well-settled. You’ll be happy with them.”

Inside, Keerat sat cross-legged on her bed, muttering bitterly under her breath, “So now I have to marry that egoistic idiot?”

From outside, Santhosh heard her mumble. “Did you say something, Keerat?”

Annoyed, Keerat shouted back, “Mummyji, Papaji — just leave me alone for now!”

Sukhi stepped in, gently placing a hand on Ajit’s shoulder. “Let her be for now. She needs time.”

Reluctantly, Ajit and Santhosh walked away, leaving Keerat to wrestle with her thoughts, her heart heavy and her mind in turmoil.

Brar Mansion — Veer’s Room

Angad walked into Veer’s room and found him casually strumming his guitar, sprawled across the bed, lost in his own world. Angad quietly sat beside him, but Veer, too absorbed in his thoughts, didn’t acknowledge his presence.

Breaking the silence, Angad teased with a half-smile, “So, my little brother’s already composing a love song?”

Annoyed, Veer shoved the guitar aside and snapped, “Why are you here, paaji?”

Angad leaned in, soft yet direct, “I wanted to talk about your marriage.”

Veer immediately stood up, clearly irritated. “I don’t want to discuss it,” he said firmly.

Angad got up too and placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Look, Veer, I understand. Marrying someone you barely know isn’t easy. But just think about me and Sahiba. We hardly knew each other before tying the knot. And now, just a few days into our marriage, she’s become my world. All thanks to Daarji and Bebe. Sometimes, their choices see what we can’t. You’ve got to trust them.”

Veer remained silent, his gaze fixed away, unmoved.

Sensing his resistance, Angad reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, placing it into Veer’s hand. “If knowing her will help you decide, then start with this. It’s Keerat’s number. Just give it a chance, Veer. Daarji and Bebe’s decisions come from love — they can’t go wrong.”

Without waiting for a reply, Angad pulled his brother into a warm hug before quietly leaving the room.

Once alone, Veer stared at the number for a long moment, then picked up his phone and dialed. “I need to talk to Miss Pehalwan,” he murmured.

Monga House — Keerat’s Room
Keerat sat on her bed, fuming over the conversation she’d just had with her parents. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. Annoyed, she glanced at the screen and rejected the call.

Brar Mansion

Veer frowned at the abrupt disconnection but dialed again.

Monga House

Keerat saw the same number flash on her phone and rejected it again, this time more irritated.

Brar Mansion

Veer, now determined, kept calling — again, and again, and again.

Monga House

Fed up with the endless ringing, Keerat finally picked up, snapping, “Who’s on fire that you’re calling non-stop?”

On the other end, Veer’s voice came, calm but surprised. “Miss Pehalwan, it’s me, Veer Singh Brar.”

Stunned, Keerat shot up. “YOU?! What kind of twisted person proposes marriage after exchanging just a few words? If you were standing in front of me, I’d have knocked you out so badly you wouldn’t recognize your own reflection.”

Veer, trying to explain, “Miss Pehalwan, the proposal was as much a surprise to me as it was to you. I had no idea Daarji and Bebe were planning this.”

Keerat wasn’t convinced. “Don’t give me that! I’ve dealt with enough smooth-talkers like you.”

Veer, now slightly irked, challenged, “If you’ve got me all figured out, why not meet me in person?”

She hesitated, “Meet? Why?”

Veer replied simply, “I’ll explain when we meet.”

Curious but still skeptical, Keerat agreed, “Fine. Where and when?”

“I’ll send you the location and time. Just be there,” Veer said before hanging up, staring at his phone afterward, deep in thought. There’s no turning back now. I have to tell her everything.

An Hour Later — Public Park

Keerat arrived at the park, scanning the area. “That self-absorbed jerk calls me here and now he’s missing?” she muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, a hooded man approached and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward a secluded corner. Keerat resisted, furious, but the man didn’t let go. As soon as he loosened his grip, she landed a sharp punch square on his cheek, sending him stumbling backward.

“How dare you touch me?” she shouted.“I’m Keerat Kaur Monga! Anyone who messes with me gets their bones broken!”

The man, clutching his face, slowly removed his hood — revealing himself. Veer.

“You?!” she exclaimed. “What the hell were you doing? Trying to kidnap me?”

Veer raised his hands defensively. “Relax, Miss Pehalwan. I wasn’t kidnapping you! I just didn’t want to draw attention. That’s why I brought you here.”

Keerat blinked, confused. “Huh?”

Veer clarified, “I’m a rockstar, remember? If people recognize me, it turns into a circus — selfies, autographs, the works. I was just avoiding the crowd.”

As Veer continued to justify, Keerat couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his self-importance.

“Listen, whether you like it or not, I am a rockstar. Wherever I go, people swarm around me.”

She mumbled under her breath, “This guy thinks the sun shines out of his own... Rockstar my foot.”

Veer narrowed his eyes. “You said something?”

Keerat, done with his bragging, cut him off. “So, why did you drag me here? To talk about your ‘rockstar’ status?”

Veer, just as irritated, retorted,
“For the record, Miss Pehalwan, I’m not dying to marry you either.”

Keerat shot back, “Then why send the proposal?”

“I didn’t! Daarji and Bebe did,” Veer clarified. “Unfortunately, they had no clue how short-tempered, rude, and utterly impossible you are.”

Keerat glared. “If I’m that terrible, why don’t you just say no to them?”

Veer looked away, sighing. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” she pressed.

“Because if I say no today, tomorrow they’ll just line up another girl. And the truth is... I don’t want to marry anyone.”

Brar Mansion — Angad & Sahiba’s Room

Sahiba was ironing Angad’s shirt, lost in thought about Daarji and Bebe’s morning announcement. She was so distracted, she almost burned her hand.

Angad quickly pulled her away. “Sahiba! Be careful. What’s going on in that head of yours? Come here, sit. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Public Park

Keerat stood speechless for a moment, then asked bluntly, “What’s your problem with women? Are you... gay?”

Veer nearly exploded. “No! I’m not!”

“Then what’s your excuse? You strut around like some superstar — you could have any girl you wanted. So why don’t you want to get married?”

Brar Mansion — Angad & Sahiba’s Room

Sahiba sat beside Angad, voicing her concern. “I don’t know, Angad... but ever since Daarji and Bebe mentioned Veer and Keerat’s alliance, something just doesn’t sit right with me.”

Public Park

Veer finally turned to Keerat, letting out a deep breath, and confessed softly, “I’m into... drugs.”

Keerat froze, the revelation leaving her speechless, her jaw slightly dropped. Neither of them noticed a shadow lurking nearby, quietly eavesdropping on every word.

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To be continued.

Lovely update, I loved the Veer and Keerat bickering.