The Brar family had reached the gurdwara for Angad's marriage with Seerat. It was an arranged marriage, but Angad couldn't help but fall for her charm when they were introduced. As the Brar family entered, they noticed that the Monga family looked really stressed. Ajit and Santosh went towards Angad's parents, Inder and Manveer, and requested a conversation. With their heads held low, they explained how Seerat had run away from the wedding because she wasn't 100% sure she wanted to marry Angad and showed the letter that she had written. Santosh, without consulting Ajit, said that she would get Sahiba to marry Angad instead of Seerat so the family wouldn't face humiliation. Manveer agreed straightaway, as it was the best thing to do. She went and called Angad, who was shocked but agreed. He wanted to meet Sahiba before the marriage took place. Sahiba was sitting in the room with her younger sister Keerat. She knew she had to marry Angad to save her parents' reputation. The first thing she did was call Raj, her boyfriend of a year, and told him to forget and forgive her and to move on in life. Angad, who heard this from the door, understood that even she had been betrayed because of Seerat's actions.
Their paths converged as Angad stepped into the room, offering understanding in the face of adversity. They shared a moment of mutual acknowledgment, recognizing their shared plight and the sacrifices demanded by familial duty.
The Anand Karaj had taken place, and the newlyweds left to go to Brar Mansion. Upon their arrival, post-marriage rituals ensued, guided by the gentle wisdom of Bebe and Daarji, Angad's grandparents. Bebe and Daarji advised Angad and Sahiba to leave behind the past and embrace their new journey with open hearts.
Following the guidance of their elders, Ekam and Kiara, Angad's siblings, took Sahiba to Angad's room, which had been romantically decorated in anticipation of their arrival. Once they departed, Sahiba found herself alone in the room, her emotions overwhelming her. Tears fell freely from her eyes as she grappled with the weight of her fate.**
Amidst the swirling emotions, Sahiba's gaze fell upon two bottles of wine and glasses arranged on a nearby table. Unable to resist the allure of temporary solace, she reached for a glass and poured herself a drink
Just as she took a sip, Angad entered the room, his presence unexpected yet oddly comforting. He noticed Sahiba's action and the sorrow etched on her face.**
Sahiba: (apologetically) "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I needed a drink."
Angad: (softly) "I don't blame you, Sahiba. This situation has been incredibly challenging for both of us."
Sahiba: (offering him a glass) "Would you like one?"
Angad: (accepting the glass) "Thank you."
As they sat down together, the clink of their glasses echoed in the room, a somber acknowledgment of the shared pain they bore.**
Angad: "It's strange, isn't it? How quickly life can change, how easily our plans can unravel."
Sahiba: (nodding) "I never imagined my wedding day would turn out like this. It feels like a cruel twist of fate."
Angad: "I understand. I thought Seerat was the one, but now...now I'm here with you, in these unexpected circumstances."
Sahiba: "And I thought I had a future with Raj. But now...now I'm here, married to a stranger."
Their voices carried the weight of unspoken grief and the burden of shattered dreams. Yet, in each other's presence, they found a glimmer of understanding and shared vulnerability.**
Angad: "Maybe...maybe we can find solace in each other. Maybe we can navigate this journey together."
Sahiba: "Maybe...maybe we can."
As they continued to talk, the barriers between them began to soften, replaced by a tentative sense of companionship. In the midst of uncertainty, they found solace in the simple act of sharing their pain in a drunk state.
As the night wore on and the effects of the alcohol took hold, Angad and Sahiba found themselves drawn to each other in a way they hadn't anticipated. The weight of their shared pain and the haze of intoxication blurred the lines between duty and desire.
Their conversation became more intimate, their voices laced with vulnerability and longing. The barriers that had once separated them began to crumble, replaced by a raw, unspoken connection.
Angad: (his voice husky with emotion) "I never expected to find solace in your company, Sahiba. But tonight...tonight, you've shown me a side of myself I never knew existed."
Sahiba: (her inhibitions loosened by the alcohol) "I never thought I could feel this way about someone I barely know. But with you...with you, it's different."
In the dim light of the room, their eyes met, sparking a fire that neither could extinguish. Without words, they reached for each other, their movements guided by a primal instinct that defied reason.
Their lips met in a desperate, searing kiss, igniting a passion that had been smoldering beneath the surface. Angad's hands roamed over Sahiba's body, tracing the curves of her form with a reverence born of newfound desire.
Sahiba responded in kind, her fingers tangling arounds Angad's neck as she pulled him closer, their bodies melding together in a frenzy of need and longing.
In a haze of passion and longing, they stumbled towards the bed, their movements clumsy yet urgent. As they sank into the softness of the sheets, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
With each touch, each caress, they surrendered to the undeniable pull between them, their hearts beating in syncopation as they gave in to the primal urge that consumed them both.
In the heat of the moment, they became one, their bodies moving in harmony as they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, their cries of pleasure mingling with the soft whispers of the night.
And as they lay spent in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and hearts beating as one, they knew that in that moment, they had found something far more precious than they had ever dared to hope for: love, born of pain and forged in the fires of passion.
As the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, Angad and Sahiba stirred from their slumber, their bodies still intertwined from the events of the previous night. As they slowly opened their eyes, there was a moment of silent acknowledgment between them, a shared understanding of the intimacy they had shared.
Angad: (softly, breaking the silence) "Good morning, Sahiba."
Sahiba: (meeting his gaze with a small smile) "Good morning, Angad."
There was a quiet calmness in the air, a sense of acceptance that seemed to envelop them both. Despite the fog of alcohol that had clouded their judgment the night before, there was no regret or confusion between them, only a mutual understanding that what had happened had happened with consent, even in their intoxicated state.
As they untangled themselves from the sheets, their movements were gentle and unhurried, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had formed between them. There was no need for words as they moved around the room, each action carrying a sense of ease and familiarity.
In the soft light of the morning, they stood together, facing the day ahead with a quiet determination. They knew that their journey together would be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but in that moment, they found solace in each other's presence, knowing that they were not alone.
As time passed, Angad and Sahiba found themselves navigating a delicate balance between their roles as husband and wife and their blossoming friendship with benefits. Despite the unconventional circumstances of their marriage, they had formed a deep connection, finding solace and comfort in each other's company.
However, living in a joint Punjabi family meant that their relationship was often subject to scrutiny and commentary from nosy relatives. Among them, Jasleen Bua and Pravjot Bua were particularly vocal, always quick to pass judgment on Angad and Sahiba's relationship.
Jasleen Bua: (with a disapproving tone) "Did you hear about Angad and Sahiba? It's been barely 2 months since they got married, and they're already so close. It's just not right, considering the circumstances of their marriage."
Pravjot Bua: (nodding in agreement) "Yes, it's quite unusual. I would have expected them to take more time to adjust, especially after what happened with Seerat. But it seems like they've moved on rather quickly."
Their comments echoed through the halls of the Brar Mansion, casting a shadow of doubt over Angad and Sahiba's relationship. Despite their best efforts to ignore the gossip, it weighed heavily on their minds, causing them to question the legitimacy of their bond.
But amidst the whispers and judgment, Angad and Sahiba remained steadfast in their support for each other. They knew that their relationship was built on a foundation of mutual understanding and respect.
Brar Mansion (3 months later)
As Angad finally stepped through the door, the clock on the wall chimed with the late hour, casting a soft glow over the room. Sahiba, perched on the edge of their bed, looked up from the book she was reading, a smile playing on her lips as she greeted him.
Sahiba: (softly) "You're back. I was starting to wonder when you'd make it home."
Angad: (with a tired smile) "Sorry! Work held me up longer than expected."
He crossed the room to where Sahiba sat, his steps heavy with exhaustion. But as he drew closer, the sight of her waiting for him washed away the weariness of the day, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.
Sahiba: (concerned) "Did you have dinner?"
Angad: (nodding) "Yes, I grabbed something at the office."
Sahiba: (playfully) "But what about dessert? You know I always save the best for last."
Angad's lips quirked into a smile at Sahiba's teasing tone, a flicker of amusement dancing in his tired eyes.
Angad: (leaning closer) "Well, I haven't had dessert yet, but I think I know where to find it."
Sahiba's breath caught in her throat as Angad's proximity sent a shiver down her spine. In that moment, the exhaustion of the day melted away, leaving only the desire that pulsed between them.
Without another word, Angad closed the remaining distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently cup Sahiba's cheek. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of longing and affection, the air thick with anticipation.
And as their lips met in a tender kiss, the world outside faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sweetness of the moment. In the quiet intimacy of their embrace, they found solace and comfort, a reminder of the deep bond that held them together.
As they melted into each other's arms, the worries of the day dissolved into nothingness, replaced by the simple joy of being together. And in that stolen moment of intimacy, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they had each other, they would always find their way back home.
The ambiance of celebration filled the Brar Mansion as Manveer, with her usual grace and warmth, orchestrated a grand birthday party for Angad. Sahiba, with meticulous attention to detail, had arranged everything to perfection, ensuring that her husband's special day would be unforgettable.
Manveer: (beaming with pride) "Sahiba, beta, you've outdone yourself! Everything looks absolutely splendid. Angad is going to be thrilled."
Sahiba: (smiling) "Thank you, Mummy ji. I just wanted to make sure Angad's birthday is as special as he is."
As the evening unfolded, laughter and joy filled the air as family and friends gathered to celebrate Angad's milestone. Sahiba's parents, her younger sister Keerat, and Tayji added to the festive atmosphere, their presence a testament to the newfound harmony between the Brar and Monga families.
Sahiba's Father: (raising a toast) "To Angad, our dear son-in-law! May this day be filled with joy and may your life be blessed with happiness always."
Everyone: (raising their glasses) "Cheers!"
The room resonated with warmth and camaraderie as Angad cut the cake, surrounded by the love of his family and friends. Sahiba fed him a piece of cake with a tender smile, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of affection and understanding.
Sahiba: (teasingly) "Now it's my turn. Open wide, Angad!"
Before Angad could reciprocate, the atmosphere shifted as Seerat burst into the room, her sudden appearance shocking everyone into silence. With a swift motion, she pushed Sahiba aside and enveloped Angad in a tight hug, leaving everyone shocked.
Seerat* (excitedly) "Angad! I couldn't stay away any longer. Happy birthday, my love!"
The room fell into an awkward silence as Sahiba stood, her heart pounding in her chest, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and hurt. Angad's expression mirrored her own, his confusion evident as he gently pushed Seerat away.
Angad(stammering) "Seerat, what...what are you doing here?"
Seerat's sudden appearance had cast a shadow over the joyous occasion, leaving the guests grappling with a mix of emotions. Sahiba's heart ached as she struggled to make sense of the situation, her mind reeling with unanswered questions.
Seerat's sudden embrace lingered, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air as she turned to face Angad with an expression filled with regret and sorrow.
Seerat: (voice trembling) "Angad, I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run away from our wedding day. It was a mistake, a moment of weakness, and I've regretted it every single day since then."
Her apology pierced through the tension in the room, her voice laden with genuine remorse as she reached out to grasp Angad's hands, seeking forgiveness in his eyes.
Seerat: "I know I hurt you, and I understand if you can't forgive me. But please, Angad, please give me another chance. I love you, and I want to make things right."
Angad's gaze softened as he listened to Seerat's heartfelt plea, his own emotions swirling with a mix of confusion and longing. Sahiba stood nearby, her heart heavy with the weight of Seerat's confession, her own feelings of hurt and betrayal warring with a flicker of sympathy for the woman who had once held Angad's heart.
Angad: (sighing deeply) "Seerat, I... I don't know what to say. It's been so long, and so much has changed..."
He trailed off, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Seerat's presence had reopened old wounds, dredging up memories and feelings he had thought buried long ago.
Seerat: (pleadingly) "Please, Angad, just give me a chance to make things right. I promise, I won't let you down again."
Angad's gaze flickered to Sahiba, his eyes searching for guidance in the tumultuous sea of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. Sahiba met his gaze with a mixture of sadness and understanding, silently offering her support even as her heart ached with the weight of their shared past.
In that moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, Angad knew that a decision had to be made. The echoes of the past collided with the hope of the future, leaving him standing at a crossroads with Seerat's outstretched hand beckoning him to revisit a chapter of his life he had long since closed.
As Seerat's words hung in the air, Angad's heart sank with a heavy realization. The depth of Seerat's betrayal cut deep, leaving him grappling with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
Angad: (his voice laced with frustration and hurt) "Seerat, I am now married to Sahiba. I made a commitment to her, and I intend to honor it."
Seerat's shock quickly morphed into anger, her features contorted with a mix of resentment and indignation.
Seerat: (fiercely) "Yes, but you were supposed to marry me! And Sahiba was about to get engaged to Raj anyway. It's not like she's losing anything."
The accusation hung in the air, casting a pall over the room as Sahiba stood frozen, her mind reeling with the weight of Seerat's words. Angad's jaw clenched with frustration, his gaze shifting between Seerat and Sahiba, the turmoil within him threatening to boil over.
Before anyone could respond, Seerat turned her attention to Sahiba, her tone dripping with condescension and disdain.
Seerat: "Sahiba, thank you for saving the family's respect, but I have realized I made a mistake. So, divorce Angad, and then you can move on with Raj."
The shock and disgust on the faces of those gathered in the room mirrored the tumultuous storm of emotions raging within Angad and Sahiba. Manveer's voice cut through the tension like a knife, her words dripping with righteous indignation.
Manveer: "What on earth are you saying, Seerat? You betrayed my son, and now you want him back? No chance."
Angad's eyes never left Sahiba's, his heart aching with a mixture of guilt and longing. But before he could speak, the weight of the situation became too much for Sahiba to bear, and she suddenly collapsed, her body succumbing to the overwhelming pressure of the moment.
Angad: (rushing to Sahiba's side, his voice filled with concern) "Sahiba!"
The room erupted into chaos as Angad knelt beside Sahiba, his hands trembling as he gently cradled her in his arms. In that moment, all the pain and confusion faded away, leaving only the raw, unspoken truth of their love shining brightly amidst the darkness.
As Sahiba collapsed in Angad's arms, panic swept through the room like wildfire. Angad's heart hammered in his chest as he held her close, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty. With a sense of urgency, he turned to Veer and Garry, his voice trembling with emotion.
Angad: (urgently) "Veer, Garry, call the doctor! Now! And make sure they come quickly."
Veer and Garry nodded, their expressions mirroring Angad's concern as they hurried to make the necessary arrangements. Meanwhile, the rest of the family gathered around, their faces etched with worry and apprehension.
Manveer: (her voice trembling) "Oh God, please let Sahiba be okay."
Santosh and Ajit exchanged anxious glances, their hands clasped tightly together in silent prayer. Keerat, Kiara, and Ekam hovered nearby, their eyes wide with concern as they watched Angad carry Sahiba towards their room.
Angad's steps were steady but purposeful as he navigated the familiar halls of the mansion, his heart heavy with the weight of Sahiba's limp form in his arms. With each passing moment, the sense of urgency grew, driving him forward with a single-minded determination to get Sahiba the help she needed.
Upon reaching their room, Angad gently laid Sahiba down on the bed, his hands trembling as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. He sat beside her, his gaze never leaving her unconscious form as he silently prayed for her recovery.
As Angad rushed Sahiba to their room, Seerat stood frozen, her heart torn between regret and jealousy. Watching Angad's tender care for Sahiba stirred conflicting emotions within her.
Despite her past with Angad, Seerat couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for his unwavering devotion to Sahiba. As the doctor arrived, Seerat lingered in the doorway, silently acknowledging the consequences of her actions.
With Sahiba's condition stabilizing, Seerat retreated, burdened by guilt and regret. In that moment, she vowed to make amends for her mistakes and earn back the trust she had lost. And as she slipped away, her resolve burned bright with the hope of redemption.
As the doctor arrived and conducted his examination, the tension in the room reached a crescendo, each member of the family holding their breath in anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned to face the gathered family, his expression softening with a smile.
Doctor:"I'm pleased to inform you that Sahiba is stable, but she needs plenty of rest and care, especially considering her condition. She's pregnant."
A collective gasp of joy and relief filled the room as the weight of the news sank in. Manveer's eyes sparkled with tears of happiness, her hands clasped together in gratitude. Sahiba's parents exchanged tearful embraces, overcome with emotion at the prospect of becoming grandparents.
Angad's heart swelled with a mixture of disbelief and elation as he processed the news. A sense of awe washed over him as he realized the magnitude of the moment, the realization that he was going to be a father filling him with a profound sense of purpose and responsibility.
Amidst the joyous celebration, Seerat stood silently in the corner, her heart heavy with a newfound clarity. As she witnessed the happiness radiating from Angad and Sahiba, a sense of understanding washed over her, the realization dawning that she must not come between them any longer. Angad and Sahiba were meant to be together, and she had to accept that.
With a bittersweet smile, Seerat stepped forward, her gaze softening as she approached Angad and Sahiba.
Seerat: "I'm so happy for you both. Congratulations."
Her words were laced with genuine warmth and sincerity, a silent acknowledgment of the love that had blossomed between Angad and Sahiba. And as she embraced them both, a sense of peace settled over her, the knowledge that she had played a part in bringing them together filling her with a quiet sense of contentment.
As the night settled in, Angad lay beside Sahiba, cradling her in his arms with a tenderness born of newfound understanding and gratitude. The soft glow of moonlight cast a gentle radiance upon them, illuminating the warmth in Angad's eyes as he gazed down at his wife.
Angad: (softly) "Sahiba, tonight has been... overwhelming, to say the least. But in the midst of it all, one thing stands out above everything else. I'm so incredibly grateful to have you by my side."
Sahiba's heart swelled with emotion at Angad's words, her eyes meeting his with a depth of love and affection that transcended words. She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, her touch a silent reassurance of her own feelings.
Sahiba: (softly) "Angad, no matter the circumstances that brought us together, I wouldn't have it any other way. You've shown me what it means to love and be loved, and for that, I am eternally grateful."
In that moment, a profound sense of connection passed between them, their souls intertwining in a bond forged by shared experiences and unwavering devotion. And as they lay entwined in each other's embrace, the words they had both longed to say lingered on the tip of their tongues, waiting to be spoken.
With a courage born of newfound certainty, Angad leaned in close, his breath mingling with Sahiba's as he whispered those three simple words that held the power to change everything.
Angad: "I love you."
Sahiba's heart skipped a beat at the declaration, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy as she returned his sentiment with equal fervor.
Sahiba:"I love you too, Angad."
In that moment, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the night, Angad and Sahiba found solace in the unspoken promise of their love, their hearts united in a bond that would withstand the test of time. And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, guided by the strength of their love.
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