Chapter 1 (New Encounters, New Beginnings)
Angad and Sahiba sat side by side before the Guru Granth Sahib, moments away from beginning their wedding pheras. The atmosphere was serene, their hearts quietly absorbing the significance of the moment. Breaking the silence, Angad glanced toward Sahiba and asked,
“You know ours is an arranged marriage, right? When Daarji and Beeji told me about you — how impressed they were by your talent and kind nature — I didn’t even think twice before saying yes. But what about you, Sahiba? What made you agree to marry a stranger?”
Sahiba looked at him with soft, affectionate eyes and replied,
“When your proposal came, my parents hesitated at first. You see, my elder sister Seerat Di isn’t married yet, and they felt it wouldn’t be right for me to take that step before her. But Seerat Di called and reassured them herself. She told them not to worry about her, that she wanted to focus on her career before thinking about marriage. Even then, my parents were unsure… until they met you.”
She paused, her gaze lingering on Angad as a gentle smile tugged at her lips.
“They were moved by your simplicity, your spirituality, and your beliefs. Their hearts were at peace, and so was mine.”
Angad’s smile deepened, but his voice held a quiet sincerity as he asked,
“You still haven’t answered my question, Sahiba. Are you happy with this marriage?”
Sahiba met his eyes, her voice calm and full of conviction.
“I have always trusted my parents with my life decisions. If they believe you are the right partner for me, then I know Babaji must have connected our fates long ago.”
(Teri Meri Doriyaann plays softly in the background.)
Angad was visibly moved by her words, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection.
Sahiba continued lightly, “Apart from Seerat Di, I have another sister — Keerat. She’s younger than me. You live in a joint family, right? How many siblings do you have?”
Before Angad could answer, the scene shifted slightly to a group standing nearby — the Brar siblings: Ekam, Prince, Kiara, and Simran. They were huddled together, eyeing Angad’s shoes carefully placed behind the guest chairs.
“Veer Paaji, we’ve got to save Angad Paaji’s shoes from getting snatched by Sahiba Pabhi’s sisters!” Prince whispered urgently.
Kiara chimed in, “I heard the elder sister couldn’t make it — that should make our job easier.”
Ekam added with a frown, “But the younger one’s a wrestler, remember?”
Simran sighed wistfully, “If only Garry Veerji were here. He would’ve handled her in no time.”
Just then, a tall, turbaned figure joined them, his face still hidden. Veer’s voice rang with confidence,
“Who needs Garry when Veer Singh Brar is here? I’ll make sure that pehalwan sister doesn’t get her hands on Angad Paaji’s shoes.”
Spotting the shoes behind the chairs, Veer moved swiftly. Just as his hand reached for them, another hand touched his — a firm, determined grip. Startled, he looked up, locking eyes with Keerat for the first time.
The moment stood still as the two stared at each other, the Guru Granth Sahib in the background blessing the union of two unknown hearts.
(Rab Aap Hi Ishq Ugawe, Rab Aap Hi Ishq Mitawe... Khud Baandhi Hai Uss Rab Ne Teri Meri Doriyaan plays softly.)
From a distance, the Brar siblings watched the scene unfold. Simran asked, “Will Veer Veerji bring back the shoes?”
Ekam shook his head, “Not sure, Simmi... looks like the wrestler sister isn’t going down without a fight.”
Breaking the trance, Veer smirked and said, “So, you’re the famous pehalwan?”
Keerat straightened, replying with quiet pride, “It’s Keerat. Keerat Kaur Monga.”
“Keerat, Tirath, Mannat — whatever the name, Veer Singh Brar isn’t letting you win today!” he shot back.
Keerat raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
Veer nodded confidently, “Absolutely.”
She smiled, folding her arms. “Challenge accepted. I’ll be the one to snatch Angad Jiju’s shoes, just wait and see.”
And with that, the tug-of-war began — both pulling the shoes back and forth, neither willing to let go. Finally, Veer yanked the shoes hard, the force pulling Keerat straight into him, their foreheads bumping with a soft but painful “Ouch!” Startled, Keerat loosened her grip and Veer quickly grabbed the shoes, slipping away before she could react.
Grumbling, Keerat rubbed her forehead and muttered, “Veer Singh Brar, you’ve messed with the wrong person. Just wait.”
Minutes later, the Brar siblings were celebrating. Veer raised his hand for a high-five, grinning.
“Didn’t I tell you? Mission successful. The pehalwan didn’t stand a chance.”
But before anyone could respond, a young boy’s voice interrupted, “Not so fast, Paaji.”
Veer turned, puzzled, to see a boy — Keerat, now disguised as her own “twin brother.”
(Teri Meri Doriyaann plays.)
Veer squinted. “Who are you?”
The boy saluted playfully. “Kartar Monga — Keerat’s twin brother. Here to retrieve the shoes you unfairly snatched.”
Veer raised an eyebrow. “That pehalwan has a twin brother? Why haven’t we heard of you before?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about the Mongas, Paaji,” Keerat grinned in disguise. “But I’m not here for small talk — hand over the shoes.”
Veer crossed his arms. “And if I say no?”
Keerat leaned in challengingly. “Let’s settle it fair and square. An arm-wrestling match. If you win, the shoes are yours. If I win, they’re mine.”
Veer, amused, accepted. “Deal.”
Kiara whispered to him, “Are you sure about this? What if you lose?”
Veer smirked. “Just look at him, Kiara. Easy win.”
The two sat facing each other, their hands locking for the match. The moment their palms touched, both felt an odd flutter in their hearts.
(Teri Meri Doriyaann plays again.)
As the match began, Keerat briefly gained the upper hand, but Veer pushed back with strength. Keerat, sensing defeat, decided on a playful trick — she looked at him flirtatiously, tilting her head just enough to rattle his focus.
Veer, dazed, found himself faltering. “Why does this ‘boy’ make my heart race?” he wondered.
Before he could piece the puzzle together, Keerat winked. The final blow to his concentration made him lose the match.
The Brar siblings groaned. Veer stood up, frustrated, pulling at “Kartar’s” fake moustache.
“This is cheating! You’re Keerat!”
But Keerat, quick as ever, snatched the shoes from his hands. Twisting his arm gently, she leaned close and whispered with a mischievous smile,
“All’s fair in love and war, Mister Veer Singh Brar.”
And with that, she slipped away, leaving Veer stunned — more at the unexpected spark between them than at losing the shoes.
As his siblings complained about the lost game, Veer couldn’t take his eyes off Keerat disappearing into the crowd, a new kind of rivalry — and something more — quietly blooming in his heart.
Scene shifts to Angad and Sahiba’s wedding ceremony.
Angad and Sahiba complete their Laavan pheras, their hearts steady with devotion, and bow down to seek blessings from the elders. As the rituals wrap up, Angad moves to wear his shoes—only to find them missing. Puzzled, he glances around.
“Where are my shoes?” he asks aloud.
A teasing voice answers, “They’re safe with me, Jiju.”
Everyone turns to see Keerat, standing there holding Angad’s shoes with a triumphant smile. The Brar siblings—Veer, Prince, Kiara, Ekam, and Simran—exchange sheepish glances, visibly annoyed and embarrassed. The rest of the family, including Angad and Sahiba, look on in surprise.
Keerat grins at Angad, “Jiju, you’re not getting these back so easily.”
Angad raises an eyebrow, half amused and half exasperated. “Five of you, and one girl outsmarted you all?” He directs his teasing glare at his siblings.
Simran, folding her arms, shoots a glare at Veer. “It’s all Veer Veerji’s fault!”
Angad chuckles and turns toward Veer. “Of course it is! These tricks were never your forte, Veer. If Garry had been here, he wouldn’t have let this happen.”
Veer clenches his jaw, his silence speaking volumes as his glare stays fixed on Keerat.
Santhosh, curious, asks, “Garry?”
Jasleen steps in with a soft smile. “Garry is my son and Kiara’s elder brother. He and Veer are almost the same age. He’s studying fashion designing in the UK, couldn’t make it today because of an important project.”
Santhosh nods. “Ah... even our Seerat couldn’t attend, she’s tied up with her modeling assignments.”
Keerat taps the shoes lightly. “So, Jiju, how about my nek? Unless you prefer walking barefoot.”
With a chuckle, Angad reaches into his pocket, pulling out a thick bundle of notes, and hands it to her. Keerat stares at the money in shock.
“This is too much, Jiju!”
Angad smiles warmly. “You’ve earned it. Outsmarting five of my siblings isn’t an easy feat.”
Then turning toward his sulking siblings, Angad pulls out another wad of cash. “Here, a little something for all of you, so you won’t feel left out.”
The Brar siblings, except Veer, brighten instantly, happily accepting the gift. Veer, however, walks away in frustration, ignoring the others.
As he stomps away, Keerat calls after him, teasing, “Veer Singh Brar! Are you upset because you lost the shoes or because you lost to a girl?”
Veer spins around, irritation flashing in his eyes. “For your information, Miss Pehalwan, I’m Veer Singh Brar—Punjab’s very own Rockstar. Girls like you fall for me all the time.”
Keerat crosses her arms and smirks. “Tch, tch… unfortunately, this time the great Veer Singh Brar lost to Miss Pehalwan.”
Veer folds his arms, huffing. “I couldn’t care less about losing a silly game like this!”
Their banter continues, sharp yet playful, the tension between them unmistakable. Unnoticed, Japjyot stands watching from a distance, an amused smile playing on her lips. Akaal steps beside her, curious.
“Why the smile, Biwiji?” he asks softly.
Japjyot glances at him, her eyes twinkling. “Akaal ji, don’t you think those two look perfect for each other?”
Akaal follows her gaze toward Veer and Keerat, deep in their mock fight, and after a moment, nods thoughtfully as Japjyot’s knowing smile deepens.
Later, after Sahiba’s bidaai.
Tears glisten in Sahiba’s eyes as she settles into the car beside Angad. The families gather for their final goodbyes before returning home. Akaal and Japjyot approach Ajit and Santhosh, hands folded with gratitude.
“We are truly blessed that your daughter is now a part of our family,” Akaal says warmly. “But today, we’d like to ask for something even more precious.”
Ajit and Santhosh glance at each other, puzzled.
Akaal continues gently, “We’d like to ask for your younger daughter Keerat’s hand—for our grandson Veer.”
The words leave Ajit and Santhosh momentarily stunned. As the soft strains of Rab Aap Hi Ishq Ugaave, Rab Aap Hi Ishq Mitawe… Khud Baandhi Hai Uss Rab Ne Hai Teri Meri Doriyaan play in the background, the scene cuts to Veer and Keerat, their faces reflecting a mix of emotions neither fully understands yet.
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To be continued.
Edited by Aleyamma47 - 3 months ago
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