The Dr Kaira Chapter. - Page 2

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 2:The Meeting

"Hello Abhira Beta, Pehchana? Tere Kairav mama and Muskan Mami Udaipur aagaye hai"

Abhira is stunned and says"Oh my god yeh toh maha breaking news hai.Yeh bohot hi nice hua ki aap aur Mami udaipur aagaye.Mein abhi milne aati hu Armaan aur meri Bandar mairu ke saath"

Kairav laughs and tells Abhira that he was going to invite the trio and tells them to come today along with armaan and maira tomorrow at 8pm for dinner at goenka villa

Abhira excitedly bids bye to her kairav and cuts the phone.She excitedly tells armaan that her mama and Mami are in udaipur and have returned from USA.Armaan is happy while aching from the backache he got from facing the chappal of the crowd at the market and abhira tells him to file a police case against that girl.Armaan says that I will do that but let's focus on meeting your mama and Mami

Meanwhile in Goenka Villa,Muskan commands over Interior Deisgners and selects the Fabric of curtains for the living room-the last room that is going to be renovated.In two weeks since their arrival from United States,Muskan changed the entire face of Goenka Villa as she didn't like the old aesthetics of it.

Meanwhile,Kaira walked slowly down the hushed hallway, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. She paused, drawn to the doorway of a room that held a specific, almost sacred silence Akshara Bua's room kept perfectly preserved at Kairav's heartfelt request.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the imposing Legacy Wall, a visual chronicle of the Goenka family's key matriarchs and their succeeding generations. It wasn't just decoration; it was history solidified in frames.

​She approached the wall, her gaze moving slowly across the familiar faces, ticking off the names in her mind:

​"There's Akshara Dadi... and Naira Dida..."

​"And Akshu Bua... and the newer faces, Abhira and Maira..."

​The realization dawned on her, stark and immediate. The wall was a complete story, but she was nowhere in the narrative.

​"But where am I?" The thought wasn't a question of childish pique, but a quiet, heavy acknowledgement.

​Kaira was the daughter of Kairav, a son who had lived through and honored this very legacy. Yet, here, facing the documentation of her family's most important members, she saw a clear, unbroken line of succession that somehow jumped right over her.

The feeling of exclusion, sharp as it was, lasted only a brief moment. Kaira wasn't one to dwell on silent slights or historical oversight.

​She took a deep breath, her shoulders straightening. No, she wouldn't let a collection of frames overshadow the reality of her place in this family. Her value wasn't defined by a wall, but by her life and her work.

​She gave the wall one last, assessing glance a quiet acknowledgement of the history then decisively brushed the thought away like dust from a sleeve.

​A confident, almost defiant, light returned to her eyes. Dr. Kaira Goenka was a force in the present, carving her own path, and she wouldn't linger on old narratives.

"Ha Ma, I am landing tomorrow, don't worry. I will catch the connecting flight to Udaipur from Mumbai. Chalo, Bye."

​Aaryan assured Manisha, ending the call. He glanced at his boarding pass, settling into the plush lounge chair to wait for his flight to board.

​His phone buzzed. A message from Kaira flashed on the screen:

​Don't forget to call me when you board ❤️

​Aaryan's face brightened immediately. Her little heart emoji always brought a smile to his lips.

Aaryan: Don't worry. Do you need anything from duty free?

​He sent the message, half-expecting a simple, "No, just you." But Kaira, Dr. Kaira Goenka, was anything but simple when a good opportunity arose.

​Aaryan was still smiling when his phone started buzzing with rapid-fire notifications. It wasn't one message; it was a deluge.

​Kaira: Need anything? Aaryan, my love, you shouldn't have asked! 😂

​Kaira: Okay, let's start with essentials.

​Kaira: 1. That limited edition Chanel N°5 perfume set,the one in the black velvet box. (It smells like success and you.)

​Kaira: 2. A large Toblerone. (No, wait, make that three large Toblerones. One for me, one for Maira, and one just in case for me if I feel sad.)

​Kaira: 3. That ridiculous, overpriced La Mer moisturizer they only sell in airport lounges. My skin deserves luxury!

​Kaira: 4. Wait, forget all that. Just get me that beautiful, tiny blue box from Tiffany's—you know the one, the one that holds the tiny, sparkly promise. Kidding! (Mostly.)

​Kaira: But seriously, three pairs of those fancy Italian espresso cups the gold rimmed ones. We need them for our dream apartment. Consider it an investment in our future caffeine addiction. 😉

​Kaira: And finally, just you. Safe and sound. I miss you. Can't wait for your flight to land. Hurry up! ❤️

​Aaryan read the list, shaking his head slowly, his smile widening into a warm, indulgent grin. She was impossible, and he adored it.

​Aaryan: You are buying half of Duty Free, Doctor . Consider the espresso cups and all other tid bits secured . As for the rest... I'll bring the best thing I bought: me, all for you. See you soon. Flying now.

Aaryan hit 'send' on his final message to Kaira, a warmth settling in his chest from her playful list of demands. He tucked his phone away, feeling that familiar blend of anticipation for the trip and excitement to finally be back in India with her.

​Aaryan navigated Duty-Free, securing the gold-rimmed espresso cups and three massive Toblerones one for Kaira's 'sadness cure.' He indulged her with the specific Chanel perfume set and the notoriously expensive La Mer moisturizer. Aaryan smiled, holding a bag full of gifts and a heart full of anticipation, ready to finally head home to Kaira.

Just then, a voice cut through the bustling duty free and the low hum of conversation:

​"Final call for passengers travelling to Mumbai, on flight AI 235 The boarding gates are now open."

​Aaryan juggling the duty free bags, retrieved his carry-on. The wait was over. He adjusted his jacket, a focused look replacing his earlier amused expression. The Poddar House, the family dynamics, and, most importantly, Kaira, were just hours away.

​He headed swiftly toward the gate. The journey had officially begun.

Ps- My schedule is kinda busy so you all need to wait for part 3 and part 4 for 2 days or more.I will try my best to release at my earliest but I dont Want to compromise on quality.

I missed tagging some earlier,you can read part 1.Also if you guys want a separate thread of reviews or suggestions so we can keep the main FF thread clutter free let me know.

Yeah even she deserves to be in legacy...and more over it is not just Akshara's room....it should be muskaan's bhai ji ka room too...hypocrisy goenkas...

Kaira goenka is cute and pataka🤩

Intresting and fun...how come NO aru or ruhi in legacy wall

Is muskan in touch with ruhi?

Waiting for the dhmaka confrontation btw ar ab and kaira and what will ab do

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 2:The Meeting

"Hello Abhira Beta, Pehchana? Tere Kairav mama and Muskan Mami Udaipur aagaye hai"

Abhira is stunned and says"Oh my god yeh toh maha breaking news hai.Yeh bohot hi nice hua ki aap aur Mami udaipur aagaye.Mein abhi milne aati hu Armaan aur meri Bandar mairu ke saath"

Kairav laughs and tells Abhira that he was going to invite the trio and tells them to come tommorow at 8pm along with armaan and maira for dinner at goenka villa

Abhira excitedly bids bye to her kairav and cuts the phone.She excitedly tells armaan that her mama and Mami are in udaipur and have returned from USA.Armaan is happy while aching from the backache he got from facing the chappal of the crowd at the market and abhira tells him to file a police case against that girl.Armaan says that I will do that but let's focus on meeting your mama and Mami

Meanwhile in Goenka Villa,Muskan commands over Interior Deisgners and selects the Fabric of curtains for the living room-the last room that is going to be renovated.In two weeks since their arrival from United States,Muskan changed the entire face of Goenka Villa as she didn't like the old aesthetics of it.

Meanwhile,Kaira walked slowly down the hushed hallway, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. She paused, drawn to the doorway of a room that held a specific, almost sacred silence Akshara Bua's room kept perfectly preserved at Kairav's heartfelt request.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the imposing Legacy Wall, a visual chronicle of the Goenka family's key matriarchs and their succeeding generations. It wasn't just decoration; it was history solidified in frames.

​She approached the wall, her gaze moving slowly across the familiar faces, ticking off the names in her mind:

​"There's Akshara Dadi... and Naira Dida..."

​"And Akshu Bua... and the newer faces, Abhira and Maira..."

​The realization dawned on her, stark and immediate. The wall was a complete story, but she was nowhere in the narrative.

​"But where am I?" The thought wasn't a question of childish pique, but a quiet, heavy acknowledgement.

​Kaira was the daughter of Kairav, a son who had lived through and honored this very legacy. Yet, here, facing the documentation of her family's most important members, she saw a clear, unbroken line of succession that somehow jumped right over her.

The feeling of exclusion, sharp as it was, lasted only a brief moment. Kaira wasn't one to dwell on silent slights or historical oversight.

​She took a deep breath, her shoulders straightening. No, she wouldn't let a collection of frames overshadow the reality of her place in this family. Her value wasn't defined by a wall, but by her life and her work.

​She gave the wall one last, assessing glance a quiet acknowledgement of the history then decisively brushed the thought away like dust from a sleeve.

​A confident, almost defiant, light returned to her eyes. Dr. Kaira Goenka was a force in the present, carving her own path, and she wouldn't linger on old narratives.

"Ha Ma, I am landing tomorrow, don't worry. I will catch the connecting flight to Udaipur from Mumbai. Chalo, Bye."

​Aaryan assured Manisha, ending the call. He glanced at his boarding pass, settling into the plush lounge chair to wait for his flight to board.

​His phone buzzed. A message from Kaira flashed on the screen:

​Don't forget to call me when you board ❤️

​Aaryan's face brightened immediately. Her little heart emoji always brought a smile to his lips.

Aaryan: Don't worry. Do you need anything from duty free?

​He sent the message, half-expecting a simple, "No, just you." But Kaira, Dr. Kaira Goenka, was anything but simple when a good opportunity arose.

​Aaryan was still smiling when his phone started buzzing with rapid-fire notifications. It wasn't one message; it was a deluge.

​Kaira: Need anything? Aaryan, my love, you shouldn't have asked! 😂

​Kaira: Okay, let's start with essentials.

​Kaira: 1. That limited edition Chanel N°5 perfume set,the one in the black velvet box. (It smells like success and you.)

​Kaira: 2. A large Toblerone. (No, wait, make that three large Toblerones. One for me, one for Maira, and one just in case for me if I feel sad.)

​Kaira: 3. That ridiculous, overpriced La Mer moisturizer they only sell in airport lounges. My skin deserves luxury!

​Kaira: 4. Wait, forget all that. Just get me that beautiful, tiny blue box from Tiffany's—you know the one, the one that holds the tiny, sparkly promise. Kidding! (Mostly.)

​Kaira: But seriously, three pairs of those fancy Italian espresso cups the gold rimmed ones. We need them for our dream apartment. Consider it an investment in our future caffeine addiction. 😉

​Kaira: And finally, just you. Safe and sound. I miss you. Can't wait for your flight to land. Hurry up! ❤️

​Aaryan read the list, shaking his head slowly, his smile widening into a warm, indulgent grin. She was impossible, and he adored it.

​Aaryan: You are buying half of Duty Free, Doctor . Consider the espresso cups and all other tid bits secured . As for the rest... I'll bring the best thing I bought: me, all for you. See you soon. Flying now.

Aaryan hit 'send' on his final message to Kaira, a warmth settling in his chest from her playful list of demands. He tucked his phone away, feeling that familiar blend of anticipation for the trip and excitement to finally be back in India with her.

​Aaryan navigated Duty-Free, securing the gold-rimmed espresso cups and three massive Toblerones one for Kaira's 'sadness cure.' He indulged her with the specific Chanel perfume set and the notoriously expensive La Mer moisturizer. Aaryan smiled, holding a bag full of gifts and a heart full of anticipation, ready to finally head home to Kaira.

Just then, a voice cut through the bustling duty free and the low hum of conversation:

​"Final call for passengers travelling to Mumbai, on flight AI 235 The boarding gates are now open."

​Aaryan juggling the duty free bags, retrieved his carry-on. The wait was over. He adjusted his jacket, a focused look replacing his earlier amused expression. The Poddar House, the family dynamics, and, most importantly, Kaira, were just hours away.

​He headed swiftly toward the gate. The journey had officially begun.

Ps- My schedule is kinda busy so you all need to wait for part 3 and part 4 for 2 days or more.I will try my best to release at my earliest but I dont Want to compromise on quality.

I missed tagging some earlier,you can read part 1.Also if you guys want a separate thread of reviews or suggestions so we can keep the main FF thread clutter free let me know.

Great.... Kaira Goenka taken after her Aaru bua the no-Nonsense Dr.Aarohi Goenka..... Well the story is really great.....

Will be waiting for the upcoming parts🥳

In that wall kaira should have been there. It makes no sense

And akthus room is sacred??

Lol arman is aching from getting hit good good

You captured bageeras language very well. Ye to bohut nice hua lol I hope kaira makes fun of her.

Well first I am writing the story along with current gen 4 track thats why legacy wall does not have kaira.

second karna padta hai.Thoda writing mein words daalna padta hai to capture emotion thats why sacred

U r doing good job for starting this ff...coz many abandoned their stories after seeing this doormat and abuser ka ema reunion...

Even their fd r not writing any ff

Plz don't leave us cliffhanger and try not to insult abhira ka parents mainly father

Part 3: The Great Indian Family Circus

The Goenka Villa was quiet, the workers having long since departed. Upstairs, in their luxurious, newly appointed mastersuite, Muskan and Kairav sat talking late into the night. Muskan, perpetually dedicated to her image, was propped up against imported silk pillows, her face gleaming with a thick, visible layer of an expensive, overnight mask. Beside her, organized like surgical instruments, lay a selection of La Mer jars and specialized massage wands. Kairav, meanwhile, had a glass of water and his half-read book resting on the side table.

"Udaipur is different, Kairav," Muskan murmured,smoothing the silk sheets. "It's quieter than the States, but the history here is louder. Our return wasn't just about the Akshara Dance Academy or the Naira Goenka Cultural Centre."

Kairav nodded, his expression serious. "No, it wasn't.Abhir is still grieving Charu. It has been over a year, but he needs to move on.We cannot afford any other controversy like the EMA Scandal. We need to find him a well-settled girl, Muskan. Someone who understands the family's stature."

Muskan’s jaw tightened, shifting the focus instantly."Stature? What about the girl who ruined our stature? Abhira."

Kairav winced at the bitterness in her tone. "Muskan,please—"

"No, Kairav, listen! You want Abhir settled, but you ignore the person who tied our bloodline to that low-life Armaan! After he ran away with Maira seven years ago, hiding her from everyone, Abhira should have left him. That was the perfect out. But she held on, and now these classless Poddars are forever stuck with us because of her."

Muskan’s voice softened with genuine regret as she thought of past loyalties. "Mr. and Mrs. Raizada were our fast friends. And Anshuman? What a kind-hearted fellow. He helped Abhira find Maira, and when those Bansals kicked Abhira, Kaveriji, and Vidya out, it was Anshuman who invested in Kesari Vastra and helped her gain financial stability. Abhira broke his heart, Kairav. A true, good man's heart."

Her anger flared again. "And what was the result? She ended up in jail for his murder! Even though she wasn't the murderer, the humiliation—the stain on the Goenka name it was unbearable. And all because she chose that low-life Armaan!"

Kairav reached across and took her hand, a slight shift in topic serving as a gentle mediation. "We have bright spots, Muskan. Look at Ruhi." A flicker of pride entered his eyes. "She’s incredible,handling the entire Goenka Diamonds Arm in Japan and raising Daksh so beautifully after Rohit died. She is a true symbol of our family’s strength."

Muskan merely huffed, though the corner of her lips twitched slightly in agreement. "Yes, Ruhi knows what commitment to family legacy truly means. Something Abhira could never grasp."

Muskan’s gaze softened slightly, shifting from the distant Ruhi back to the immediate family. "And then there is Kaira. Our daughter.The one who truly represents the new, successful face of this family."

She leaned closer, her concern becoming tangible. "Tell me honestly, Kairav, why do Bade Papa and Badi Maa favour Abhira and Abhir so openly? All these years, who has cared for the Akshara Dance Academy, maintaining the facilities, ensuring the name is respected? Kaira. She has consistently worked with the managers, organized events, and upheld that side of the family legacy.Has Abhira even set her foot in the Dance academy? The only thing she loves is to serve her Phaltu Patidev Armaan Ji and that Chudail Vidya and Daayan Kaveri"

"Muski ! Mind your language" says Kairav.

"Oh please kairav,dont stop me! I hate those lunatics. Kitni ghatiya aurat hai woh Vidya.Abhir ko langda bana diya for so many years and Ruhi aur Abhira ko kitna torture kiya.Ek toh meri pyari bhatiji abhira ke karan woh chudail Jail se nikal gayi,kaisi ladki hai yeh kairav."

Muskan’s voice filled with maternal pride. "And look at Kaira who has brought genuine prestige! Her Dermatology expertise, her booming skincare brand—she's a recognized success story, yet she is overlooked for the children of the past."

A cold, financial calculation entered her eyes. "This brings me to the real problem, Kairav: The division of the Goenka Estate and Empire."

She grasped his arm firmly. "You cannot let the Akshara Dance Academy your mother Naira's academy, her actual legacy fall into the hands of Abhira and Abhir. It is your right, Kairav. It belongs to us, and therefore, to Kaira."

Kairav pulled his hand away, running it through his hair,agitated. "Muskan, stop. It's complicated. Legally, I will have to give Abhira and Abhir Akshara's share. That’s how it is."

Muskan sat back, her logic sharp and cutting. "Where was Akshara Bhabhi all those years, Kairav? She wasn't in touch with anyone for22 years! She never bothered to contact this family after Bade papa and Badi Maa threw her out."

The ultimate grievance surfaced: "And when Abhimanyu Bhaisahab and Abhir were presumed dead in the Ranikhet Landslide, did she reach out to us? No! She vanished from ranikhet and landed up in Mussoorie, It was us who took care of everyone and the business through all those years. We bore the burden, not Akshara Bhabhi. If she had informed us about the tragedy we could have helped her. We could have helped her find Abhir, do you know how much struggle Abhir faced alone? She couldn’t even find abhir. Did she even bother to check the dead bodies? Why did she let Abhira grow alone without a family?"

The injustice of it fuelled her fire. "And now, after all our sacrifice, you will just hand over Mummyji’s legacy and a large share of the business to people who didn’t take care of it rather created problems for us?"

Kairav stood up abruptly, signalling the end of the conversation. The subject was too volatile, too deep-seated.

"That’s enough, Muskan. We will look into this matter later, once we are settled and the lawyers are ready and we will give abhira and abhir their share. Right now, tomorrow is the dinner. Let's focus on that."

It was well past midnight, but while Kairav and Muskan debated the weight of history and inheritance, Dr. Kaira Goenka was firmly focused on the future.

Kaira’s room was the antithesis of the Villa's heavy traditional renovations—it was a haven of soft power. The walls were painted a muted blush, accented by gold-framed prints and minimalist lighting that cast a warm, feminine glow. A sleek, white L-shaped desk held her powerful laptop and a small vase of fresh hydrangeas.

Kaira was completely engrossed in the final stages of setting up "Dr. Kaira Goenka's Skin and Hair Centre," her flagship Udaipur clinic. Her expression was one of intense focus, her doctor's mind shifting smoothly into the sharp, strategic mode of an entrepreneur.

Unlike her parents, who were looking backward at inherited legacies, Kaira was looking forward, building a reputation purely on her merit.She took a sip of water, a determined smile touching her lips. The Legacy Wall might ignore her, but the medical community in Udaipur certainly wouldn't.

She closed her laptop with a satisfying click. The clinic was scheduled to open in just over a week. She was tired, but energized by the reality of her ambition. Kaira had established her own power base, a sanctuary built on science and success.

The Mumbai-to-Udaipur connecting flight was hours away, and Aaryan was paying premium for a private struggle in narrow Business Class seat for a transatlantic flight.

Just as he finally drifted into a fitful slumber, the tranquil cabin morphed instantly into the chaotic, loud backdrop of his subconscious: The Poddar House.

He dreamt he was presenting his most important case, but the entire courtroom was hijacked. Kaveri Dadi sat on the judge's bench, sternly judging him apne chashme ke upar se ghhoorte hue (staring over her glasses), criticizing his posture instead of his legal brief. His father, Manoj,swayed precariously in the witness box, a half-empty glass of whisky sloshing,slurring advice: "Arre beta, why so serious? Life is chill, yaar! Just tell the judge I’m your dad."

Then came the distraction: a frantic, high-pitched "My cuties!" echoed, as Manisha Maa burst in with the energy of a lightning bolt, completely disregarding Aaryan's legal proceedings. She bypassed him entirely, rushing to smother Armaan and Abhira with dramatic, over-the-top public affection.

In the background, his sister Kiara was dramatically overturning the prosecution’s table, demanding loudly in search of her stash,"Mera maal kahan hai?

The scene disintegrated when Kaveri Dadi hurled her judge's gavel which turned out to be a rolling pin at Manoj for daring to ask for are fill of his whisky. Aaryan jolted violently awake, heart hammering against his chest

He gave up on sleep, grabbed a headset, and decided that even the most boring documentary was better than the live telecast of the Poddar circus in his own head.

Meanwhile in Armaan and abhira’s bedroom at Poddar House,Armaan uses a hot water bag to relieve his ankle which is paining from that whole crowd beating fiasco and abhira is thinking.

“Silly boy! Mujhe lagta hai hume Bua sa ko explain karna chaiye ki batwara is not a accha option.Mujhe yeh family ko super glue jaisestick karke rakhna padega.

Socho agar batwara hoga toh Mairu pe kya bad asar hoga. SillyBoy kya hua ?”

”Ooooh silly girl bohot pain ho raha hai.Pehele Kamar mein dard tha aur jab who band hua toh ankle mein shuru hogaya.Mein uss ladki kojail bhej dunga.Ooooooh” Armaan cries out and abhira sympathises with armaan.

"Mera Silly Boyyy !"cries abhira as she switches of the lights.

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 1: The homecoming

Muskan and Kairav return from USA with their daughter Dr Kaira,a dermatologist and settle in udaipur

Times change and muka grow hostile to abhira.Muskan isn't the same pahadi girl and bhaiji ki cheli.Abhira's jail time dents goenkas image and both are angry at abhira.

Muskan and Kairav have returned to Udaipur for mainly Akshara Dance Academy and Naira Goenka Cultural Centre,Kairav's dream project and tribute to Naira's Legacy.Kaira tagged along to expand her Dermatology Clinic Chain in Udaipur and set up her Booming Skincare Brand's Branch in India.

Kaira decides to explore udaipur and wanders in a local market.Kaira has a face off with armaan at a market and she assumes him to be a eve teaser and gets him beaten by the crowd.Armaan humiliated returns home and abhira is confused when she sees armaan in torn clothes and disheveled hair.Armaan cries out that he was beaten by the crowd when a snobby and egoistic girl assumes him to be a eve teaser.

Meanwhile in United States,Aaryan poddar who has completed his Highter Studies in Law prepares to return to Udaipur after 7 years.He is also nervous about Kaira,his girlfriend who is 4 years older than him as he is going to introduce her to his family.Aaryan is currently working as a successful lawyer at a law firm in USA and plans to join Poddar Law Firm in Udaipur to prove that he is not like his father,Manoj Poddar.

In Udaipur Kaira faces her dilemma of introducing Aaryan to her parents as she knows that Muskan would never accept a Poddar and she is already angry at abhira for choosing Armaan over Anshuman as Muskan and Kairav were friends with Mr and Mrs Raizada, parents of Anshuman and Tanya.Kaira meets her school friend-Tanya Raizada Bansal from USA and learns of her problems that she is facing at Poddar House.She gives Tanya the support that she is there for her and goenkas will stand with her and they are her new Maykaa

She sympathises with Tanya and encourages her to join her brothers business.

Meanwhile Armaan is still sore from that public beating and humiliation and vows to teach that girl a lesson.

Abhira's phone rings and she glances at the caller id- Kairav Mama

Ps-This is the version 2 of part 1 and has been expanded

So so happy that annoying Armaan got to be beaten up badly

This is good, I can sense drama already from Aryan and Kaira

Originally posted by: Fillowship

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

So so happy that annoying Armaan got to be beaten up badly

This is good, I can sense drama already from Aryan and Kaira

Originally posted by: A_Star39

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