Mere Brother Ki Dulhan ~ A Jeenat Five-Shot [Completed]

Author's Note: Based on the Prompt by @heavenlybliss in Submit Writing Prompt Thread who requested for writing: Person A's gets alliance of Person B while person C gets alliance of Person D. All of them have never met each other. So the parents of Person A fix his meeting with Person B in a restaurant to see if they like each other. However, Person A and Person C meet each other there and misunderstand each other to be their respective alliance and start getting on with each other very well and going on dates regularly, even say yes to their parents for marriage without knowing that they are seeing the wrong person.

Introduction:

A lighthearted romance where fate, a mistaken message, and a surprising twist lead two strangers to unexpected love. Amidst wedding preparations, emotions run high as they navigate confusion, heartbreak, and joy. Just when they think they've lost each other, destiny proves that true love always finds its way.

Chapter 1

The Wrong Match

Jaideep Malhotra leaned back in his chair, pleased with himself as he scanned the family group chat one last time. His wife, Sakshi, sat beside him, her phone in hand, excitement evident on her face.

"Finally, everything is set!" she said with a satisfied sigh. "Mannat and Dev will meet tomorrow at Café Amour at seven in the evening. I even gave them a dress code—white, for elegance."

Jaideep nodded. "Good. It's about time Dev met her. This alliance is perfect, and I want him to see that for himself."

Across the hall, their younger son, Jeet, lay sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone. A message from his mother popped up:

"Your meeting with your would-be is at Café Amour tomorrow, 7 PM. Dress code: white."

Jeet sat up, raising an eyebrow. That was fast. He hadn't expected his parents to fix his meeting with Alisha so soon, but he had no objections. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but he was open to seeing where things went.

"Got it, Mom," he texted back, then tossed his phone aside.

The Next Evening

Dressed in a crisp white shirt and beige trousers, Jeet stepped into Café Amour, glancing around for a woman in white. His heart thudded slightly—not from nervousness but curiosity. He had never met Alisha, but he hoped she was easy to talk to.

At that moment, Mannat walked in, her white floral dress swaying with her steps. She scanned the café, her eyes landing on Jeet, who fit the description of Dev—tall, well-built, and dressed according to the code.

That must be him.

Jeet noticed her at the same time.

Alisha looks... beautiful.

They exchanged a polite smile before walking toward each other.

"Dev?" Mannat signed hesitantly.

Jeet hesitated for a fraction of a second before deciding to go with it. Then he signed at her,"And you must be Alisha?" Unfortunately, they did not know that this sign language was to change their whole life.

She nodded, relieved. "I hope you don't mind meeting like this. Our parents arranged this, but I think it's important that we actually get along first."

"Couldn't agree more," Jeet said, grinning. "Let's sit?"

They settled into a cozy corner, the dim lighting casting a warm glow around them. What started as small talk quickly turned into effortless conversation. Jeet found himself drawn to Mannat's wit and laughter, while she admired his easygoing charm.

Two hours flew by in what felt like minutes.

As they stepped out of the café, Mannat smiled. "This was... nice."

"Yeah," Jeet agreed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I don't usually enjoy these arranged setups, but with you, it felt... natural."

Mannat felt a flutter in her chest. "Same here."

That night, when their parents asked how the meeting went, both of them said the same thing.

"I like them. I want to see where this goes."

And so, without realizing their mistake, Mannat and Jeet began dating—falling for the wrong person, yet somehow, exactly the right one.

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To be continued.

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Chapter 2

A Love Story by Mistake

After their first meeting at Café Amour, Jeet and Mannat started texting regularly. At first, their conversations were polite—casual check-ins, shared jokes, and little details about their days. But soon, the texts turned into late-night chats, filled with laughter, teasing, and confessions about their pasts and dreams.

Date #1: The Ice Cream Incident

A week after their first meeting, Jeet and Mannat found themselves at a small, bustling ice cream parlor.

"You’re kidding me," Mannat said, eyes wide in disbelief. "You don’t like chocolate ice cream?"

Jeet made a face. "It’s too… predictable. I prefer butterscotch."

Mannat gasped dramatically. "That’s the most boring flavor ever!"

Jeet chuckled. "I think we should settle this with a taste test."

He scooped a spoonful of his butterscotch ice cream and held it out for her. Mannat hesitated before taking a bite, scrunching her nose.

"Ugh, it tastes like frozen caramelized cardboard," she declared.

"Hey!" Jeet protested. "Alright, your turn."

Mannat confidently held out her chocolate ice cream. Jeet tasted it, pretending to gag. "So overrated."

"You’re impossible!" Mannat laughed, shaking her head.

At that moment, Jeet realized how much he loved seeing her smile.

Date #2: The Unexpected Rain

Their second official date was supposed to be a simple coffee outing, but the weather had other plans. As soon as they stepped out of the café, the sky broke into a torrential downpour.

"Oh no," Mannat groaned. "I didn’t bring an umbrella!"

Jeet grinned. "Well, there’s only one solution."

Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and ran toward the empty street, straight into the rain.

Mannat shrieked as raindrops soaked her dress. "Are you crazy?"

"A little," he admitted. "But you have to admit, this is fun!"

Despite herself, Mannat started laughing, lifting her arms slightly to let the rain drench her. She twirled once, her hair sticking to her face, droplets clinging to her eyelashes.

Jeet watched, mesmerized.

"Okay, I’ll admit," she said breathlessly, "this is kind of amazing."

That night, as he lay in bed, Jeet realized something—he didn’t just enjoy spending time with her. He was starting to need it.

Date #3: The Surprise Drive

One evening, Jeet called Mannat unexpectedly.

"Be ready in 15 minutes," he said.

"For what?"

"Just trust me."

Curious, Mannat quickly got dressed and found Jeet waiting outside her apartment with his car.

"You kidnapped me," she joked as she got in. "Where are we going?"

"You’ll see."

He drove them out of the city, away from the noise and traffic, until they reached a hilltop overlooking the glittering skyline.

"Wow," Mannat whispered as she stepped out. "This is beautiful."

"I figured you’d like it," Jeet said, leaning against the hood of his car. "Whenever life feels too fast, I come here."

Mannat looked at him with new admiration. "I love that you have a place like this."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The wind was cool, the stars bright.

Then, Mannat turned to him. "I—"

Jeet met her gaze, something unspoken passing between them.

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. He already knew.

Falling Without Knowing

With each date, they grew closer. They bickered over movies, shared playlists, and texted each other the most random thoughts at odd hours. Mannat started recognizing the way Jeet’s eyes crinkled when he laughed. Jeet found himself memorizing the way she absentmindedly twirled her hair when she was thinking.

They were falling in love.

But they had no idea that they weren’t supposed to.

Because Mannat wasn’t meant for Jeet.

And Jeet wasn’t meant for Mannat.

Not according to their families, at least.

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To be continued.

Chapter 3

Love, Lies, and the Truth

Jeet and Mannat’s relationship blossomed effortlessly, as if they had been meant for each other all along. They spent nearly every day together—sneaking out for late-night drives, sharing their favorite books, and discovering little things about each other that made their hearts race.

Every morning, Mannat would wake up to Jeet’s playful texts.

"Good morning, Miss Chocolate Ice Cream Disaster. Dreamt of me?"

Smirking, she would reply, "In your dreams. Butterscotch still sucks, by the way."

And every night, their calls stretched until one of them fell asleep mid-conversation, their voices laced with laughter and unspoken affection.

One evening, as Mannat curled up on her couch, her mother walked in with a hopeful smile.

"So," she said, sitting beside her, "You’ve been meeting Dev for a while now. What do you think?"

Mannat’s face softened as she thought of him—the way he made her laugh, the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching.

"I really like him, Mom," she admitted, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I think… he’s the one."

Her mother beamed, relief washing over her. "I’m so happy, Mannat. I’ll tell his parents that you’re saying yes!"

Mannat’s heart pounded with excitement. She had found love in the most unexpected way.

Across the city, Jeet sat across from his parents, Jaideep and Sakshi, who watched him expectantly.

"So, son," Jaideep said, "it’s been a few weeks now. What do you think of Alisha?"

Jeet didn’t even hesitate.

"I’m saying yes," he said confidently. "She’s amazing. She’s exactly what I was looking for."

Sakshi clapped her hands together in delight. "Oh, Jeet! That’s wonderful. We’ll inform Alisha’s parents immediately!"

Jeet grinned, thinking about her—her laughter, the way she always argued with him over silly things, the way her fingers felt interlaced with his.

Neither of them knew they were saying yes to the wrong person.

The Night of Truth

One evening, Jeet and Mannat drove out of the city to escape the noise, just the way he liked. They parked near an old abandoned watchtower on a secluded hill, sitting on the hood of his car under the starry sky.

Mannat leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing contently. "I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy."

Jeet turned to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Me neither."

She looked up at him then, their faces inches apart. Her lips parted slightly, and he could feel her warm breath against his skin.

"Dev…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Jeet couldn’t make out that she was addressing him as Dev.

Something shifted between them. The air crackled with tension. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, testing the waters. She melted into him instantly, her fingers threading through his hair.

The kiss deepened, turning urgent. Jeet’s hands roamed her back as he pulled her closer, their bodies molding together. Before either of them could think, they found themselves in the backseat of his car, tangled in each other’s arms, lost in the heat of the moment.

The world outside ceased to exist.

That night, they made love, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, their whispered confessions mixing with the cool night air.

When dawn began to break, Mannat lay against Jeet’s chest, their fingers entwined as she lazily played with his hand. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, his touch tender, as they basked in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

She smiled, eyes still closed. "I love you, Dev."

Jeet froze.

A shiver ran down his spine as his mind registered her words. Slowly, he pulled away and looked at her.

"What did you just say?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Mannat lifted her head, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. "I said, I love you, Dev."

Jeet sat up abruptly, his heart hammering. "I’m not Dev."

Mannat blinked, completely lost. "What?"

His stomach twisted as realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"You think I’m Dev?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mannat sat up as well, the sleepiness in her eyes vanishing. "Wait—then… who are you?"

Jeet swallowed hard. "I’m Jeet."

Mannat’s face drained of color. "No… No, that can’t be right. You’re supposed to be Dev! My parents said—"

Jeet’s jaw clenched. "And you were supposed to be Alisha."

A heavy silence filled the space between them, suffocating, unbreakable.

Mannat’s hands trembled as she covered her mouth, realization crashing over her. "Oh my God," she whispered. "We… we fell for the wrong person."

Jeet ran a hand through his hair, feeling like the ground had been ripped from beneath him.

Neither of them knew what to say.

They had given their hearts to each other, never realizing they weren’t meant to be together.

Or were they?

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Chapter 4

Trapped in the Wrong Destiny

The drive back home was suffocating.

Jeet gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Mannat sat beside him, arms wrapped around herself, staring blankly out of the window. Neither of them spoke.

Because what was there to say?

They had fallen deeply, irreversibly in love.

With the wrong person.

As they neared the city, Jeet finally broke the silence. "We have to tell them." His voice was strained but determined. "We can't let this continue."

Mannat swallowed hard. "I know," she said quietly. "But… what if they don’t understand?"

Jeet glanced at her, his heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. "We’ll make them understand," he said firmly. "We have to."

Mannat nodded, though fear gripped her chest.

Homecoming and the Unseen Blow

When Jeet reached home, he found the entire Chaudhary mansion in a festive chaos. The living room was decorated with flowers, relatives were gathered, and laughter filled the air. He frowned, confusion creeping in.

"Jeet, beta!" Sakshi rushed to him, her eyes sparkling. "Where have you been? We’ve been waiting for you!"

"Waiting for me?" Jeet asked, his stomach twisting.

Jaideep clapped him on the shoulder. "We have fantastic news! We spoke to Alisha’s family this morning. Since both of you already like each other, we’ve decided—why wait?"

Jeet felt a cold dread creep up his spine.

"We’ve fixed your wedding date on the same day as Mannat and Dev," Jaideep continued proudly. "Next week!"

The words slammed into Jeet like a physical blow. His throat went dry. "N-Next week?" he croaked.

"Yes!" Sakshi beamed. "Alisha’s parents are just as excited. You two will make such a perfect couple!"

Jeet’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. He wanted to scream—I love someone else! But the words wouldn't come.

"Jeet?" his mother called out, noticing his silence.

He forced a weak smile. "That’s… great news," he managed, barely keeping himself together.

His world was crashing, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Mannat’s Home—A Similar Nightmare

Mannat rushed home, determined to tell her parents the truth. But the moment she stepped inside, she froze.

The entire house was filled with relatives, sweets being distributed, decorations already being planned.

"Mannat!" Her mother pulled her into a tight hug. "We have such good news!"

Mannat barely had time to react before her father announced, "We’ve fixed your wedding with Dev! Next week!"

Her stomach plummeted.

"What?" she whispered, feeling lightheaded.

"Yes!" Her mother cupped her face. "We knew you liked Dev, so we thought, why delay? His parents are thrilled too! Your wedding preparations have already started!"

Mannat felt her whole world crumble.

The words burned in her throat—I love Jeet!—but they wouldn’t leave her lips.

She looked around at the happy faces, the excitement, the love. She saw her mother’s teary eyes, her father’s proud smile. And she felt trapped.

Helpless.

Heartbroken.

Love, But No Voice

That night, Mannat and Jeet sat alone in their rooms, staring at the wedding invitations that had been sent out.

Tears blurred Mannat’s vision as she traced the words: Mannat & Dev.

Jeet clenched his fists as he read: Jeet & Alisha.

They wanted to scream.

To run.

To fight for each other.

But instead, they sat in silence—prisoners of their fate, unable to break the hearts of those who loved them.

Neither of them could say the truth.

Neither of them could stop the wedding.

And with every passing second, they were slipping further away from the one person they truly loved.

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Chapter 5

The Wedding Twist

The Chaudhary mansion was draped in gold and red, shimmering under the bright fairy lights. The air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and music as wedding preparations went into full swing. Relatives poured in, sweets were distributed, and the sound of dhol echoed through the grand halls.

Jaideep and Sakshi were in high spirits, personally overseeing every little detail of their sons’ weddings.

"The decorations should be perfect," Sakshi told the wedding planner. "After all, we have two weddings happening together!"

Jaideep clapped his hands together. "It’s a blessing to see both my sons settling down on the same day!"

Everyone was ecstatic.

Everyone except Jeet.

A Love Buried Under Duty

Jeet watched the festivities in silence, his heart aching. Everywhere he looked, there were signs of a wedding he didn’t want. His wedding. To a woman he barely knew.

His mother had mistaken the recipient of her message weeks ago, and because of that, he had met her. Mannat. The woman he loved more than anything. But fate had played a cruel joke, and now, he was standing at the threshold of a future that didn’t include her.

He forced a smile when guests congratulated him, but inside, he felt hollow.

On the other side of the city, Mannat was equally devastated. She went through the motions, smiling when required, nodding when her family asked her something. But inside, her heart was breaking.

Her wedding to Dev was in a few hours. And she would never see Jeet the same way again.

She whispered to herself, This is my fate… I have to accept it.

The Wedding Ceremony: A Moment of Truth

The wedding mandap was breathtaking, adorned with marigolds, jasmine, and glowing diyas. The guests settled in, whispering excitedly as they waited for the grooms and brides to arrive.

Drums rolled as the grooms stepped forward.

Jeet, dressed in a cream and gold sherwani, walked up to the altar with a heavy heart. His hands were cold, his mind numb. He had accepted his fate, but the pain refused to fade.

The brides arrived next, veiled in stunning red lehengas, their faces hidden behind intricate netted dupattas.

Mannat took slow steps toward the mandap, her hands trembling. Every fiber of her being wanted to stop, to turn around and run away. But she kept walking, holding back the tears.

As per the tradition, the priest called for the bride and groom to exchange garlands.

Jeet lifted his hands to remove his bride’s veil.

And froze.

The moment the veil fell, his breath caught in his throat.

Mannat.

Mannat gasped as she looked up, her heart nearly stopping.

"Jeet?" she whispered.

A stunned silence filled the mandap for a moment. Jeet and Mannat looked around in confusion.

Their parents and relatives burst into laughter.

Jaideep clapped his hands. "Surprise!"

Mannat looked at her mother in shock. "Mom… what’s going on?"

Sakshi stepped forward, smiling warmly. "You two really thought we didn’t notice?" she teased. "Jeet, when you returned home glowing with love, I knew I had made a mistake by sending you that message. But then I saw you happy. I saw the way your eyes lit up whenever Alisha’s (which was Mannat) name was mentioned. That’s when I realized… love had found its own way."

Jaideep nodded. "So we fixed it. We arranged for you both to be together."

Jeet and Mannat exchanged a stunned look.

"You knew?" Jeet finally asked, his voice shaking.

Sakshi grinned. "Of course, beta. A mother always knows when her son is in love."

Mannat’s eyes filled with tears—not of sorrow, but of overwhelming happiness.

She turned to Jeet, her voice trembling. "We’re getting married?"

Jeet swallowed hard, his vision blurred by emotion. He reached out and took her hands in his. "Yes, Mannat. We’re getting married."

A slow smile spread across her face, and in that moment, every doubt, every heartache, every fear melted away.

The guests erupted into cheers. Rose petals were thrown into the air as Jeet and Mannat exchanged garlands, their eyes locked, their hearts finally at peace.

They took their vows, promising to love each other forever, knowing that destiny had played its game—only to bring them together in the most unexpected, yet perfect, way.

As Jeet tied the mangalsutra around Mannat’s neck and filled her forehead with sindoor, he whispered, "I love you."

Mannat looked into his eyes, smiling through her tears. "I love you too."

And as they completed the final phera, surrounded by the love of their family and friends, they knew one thing for sure—

Love always finds a way.

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To be continued.

chapter 1

Jeet got the message that was intended for Dev? So Jeet met Mannat instead of Alisha.

chapter 2

Jeet and Mannat have hit it off well. Their dates have brought them closer and closer.