The Dr Kaira Chapter. - Page 3

Originally posted by: A_Star39

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.

Really..... Muskaan realized Achaara reality after year's finally..... Woh Achaara ne waise hi OGAkshara ka naam pura dubaya.....Waise Gabheera Academy ka karegi kya🤷‍♀️, waise to use apne Poddar's ko asslick karna & sillyboy ke saath road roll karne ke alawa.....

Dr.Kaira Goenka is too well established & she really beat Aarohi in career-orientedness😍, on top of it she doesn't care about legacy which is ruined with Achaara🤣

Looking forward to the next part...

That imagery of kaveri looking over glasses and Kiara going.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Why akshara dance academy will go to someone who never knew the history and value of property, the sentiment? Kairav needs to see light

I am loving the comedy and seriousness and I hope ruhi returns to show the aukat to you know who

Your writing 🔥😍

What muski said is correct ..what about ru share then ..if selfish ab and abir will get the share then ru with whom they held the legacy one who actually looked after manish gorilla should also get major share .. though he was partail to ab only coz she is ak kid

The kia and abir kand should break and abir should realise that only ru, his bua, fufa and kaira care for him ..and ab is more about ar nonsense

Part 4: Kachori,PC aur Tshirt

The Goenka Villa was a symphony of soft hues and polished surfaces in the early morning. Sunlight, filtered through sheer importedc urtains, cast long, tranquil gold streaks across the Italian marble floor. The air was a delicate mix of three distinct scents: the rich, earthy aroma of traditional spices, the faint, lingering note of Muskan’s expensive overnight serum, and the pure, fragrant smoke of burning incense from the temple.

The palatial family mandir, a vision of intricately carved marble and gleaming brass, stood as the spiritual centerpiece. Dr. Kaira Goenka stood before it, performing the morning aarti with practiced grace. She was dressed in an aesthetic, soft blue kurti set of fine cotton, the flames of the lamp illuminating her focused face as she sang:

Kaira (singing softly): "O Kanha, ab toh murli ki madhur suna do Kanha..."

In the state-of-the-art kitchen a sleek expanse of steel and black granite Muskan and Kairav were preparing breakfast. Muskan, elegant in a chic silk kurta and tailored trousers held a spatula with professional precision.

Muskan (to Kairav, whispering softly): "Kairav, dekh rahe ho? That is our daughter. US-educated, dermatologist, but she never forgets the cultural value. I wonder how will dinner go. Waise maine PC ko boldia hai toh make a good menu for them. I wonder if they will be able to digest international cusine”

Kairav, equally well-dressed and focused on his task of frying kachoris, smiled, the sound of the bhajan soothing the tension he felt.

Kairav: “ PC? Kaun PC, yaar? Are you talking about Priyanka Chopra? Did you hire her for the catering?"

Muskan gave him a look of absolute, high-society disdain.

Muskan: "Kairav! Don't be such a small-town boy! I mean our Personal Chef, Akshay. He only uses organic, sustainably sourced ingredients.I told him specifically no exotic spices, because, you know, the Poddars... they have that desi palate, no? I just don't want anyone getting digestive issues tomorrow and ruining the reputation of our new kitchen."

Kairav (flipping a kachori with unnecessary force):"Muski, they are not fragile birds. They eat food, just like us. And Armaan is a lawyer from Udaipur; I'm pretty sure he's encountered a Caesar salad before. Just focus on the kachoris, please. Hamari reputation abhi ispe depend kar rahi hai ."

Muskan (with a scoff, lowering the flame and her voice):"Caesar salad encounter? Arre please, Kairav. Armaan Poddar ka relationship with class is like his relationship with responsibility,temporary and conveniently forgotten.Don’t you remember he ran away with maira for 7 years.I heard uska apni landlord ki poti ke saath kuch chakkar tha.Koi small town mein RJ ki naukari kar raha tha while raising maira! Agar woh Caesa rsalad ke saamne bhi aa gaya hoga na, toh shayad mic pakad ke announce kar raha hoga
‘Coming up next — Top 10 heartbreak songs for single fathers who have no plan and no paisa!’"

Kairav froze, staring at the sputtering oil, finally having reached the end of his patience with her continuous analysis of Armaan's life failures.

Kairav (Shooing her away with his spatula, his voicerising): "Muski, bas karo! Go, go, go! Go fix your hair or your aura, but leave Armaan’s past alone,we will have to face him today and Iam hoping I don’t end up beating him with my golf clubs”

Muskan threw her head back, letting out a single, sharp,delighted laugh the sound of pure, unadulterated agreement.

Muskan (Eyes glinting, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face): "Finally, Kai! A plan! Fine. I will go check my outfit. Just please don't dent the clubs."

She haughtily turned to adjust the angle of her chic trouser leg, accepting the temporary ceasefire, now happier that Kairav shared her aggression.

Having finished her morning aarti, Kaira felt a surge of energy not just from the calm ritual, but from the excitement of Aaryan's imminent return. She knew her mother expected her to spend the day resting and preparing for the evening’s social performance, but Kaira was done waiting.

She grabbed her phone and made a quick call to her driver,her voice decisive.

Kaira (firmly): "Hello, Mahesh? Yes, I know the plan was 4 PM. But I need you to bring the car around now. Airport. We are surprising Aaryan. No, don't tell anyone.

She changed out of her kurti set and into a stylish,comfortable ivory jumpsuit.

Kaira left the villa, ready to claim her reunion.

Across town, at the majestic, slightly over-decorated Poddar House, a different kind of chaotic planning was underway. In the dimly lit living room, Abhira, Armaan (gingerly flexing his ankle), Manisha, Manoj, and Vidya were huddled, debating the perfect surprise for Aaryan's arrival. The goal, clearly dictated by Abhira, was maximum emotional impact and melodrama.

Manisha (fanning herself): "I think a simple aart iplate and a sweet message is enough, no? He will be tired."

Vidya (shaking her head): "Na, na, na! He is coming after so long! We need fanfare! Maybe a small band, like for awedding?"

Abhira (Clapping her hands together, radiating maniac energy): "Oh my god, Maaa, you are genius! But a band is so basic!This is Aaryan, hamara future star lawyer! We need something maha legendary! Something that screams: 'You are finally home, and we are the perfect family you missed! Hum log bua sa ko bhi bula lete hai.”

Vidya’s eyes widen and Manisha gets uncomfortable.

Abhira: “Uh,Armaan chalo utho”

Armaan groaned softly, testing his ankle.

Armaan: "Ooooh, silly girl. My ankle is hurting,Abhira. Please make it quick. And no more than five people in the airport lobby. I have a revenge target to worry about, and I needmobility!"

Abhira (ignoring Armaan's pain completely): "Revenge can wait, Silly Boy! Family bonding is always priority #1! Listen to my masterplan! We will all wear matching T-shirts with aaryans face! And when Aaryan comes out, we will all freeze like a wax museum exhibit! And then, Manisha Chachi, you will start dramatically crying and run at him in slow motion! That will be the ultimate, emotional, super- surprise!"

Manoj: “Aree waah Abhira Kya Idea hai!”

Abhira: Armaan, you will hold Maira up high, like Simba in the movie, and I will be filming everything! It will be a global sensation! Ohmy god yeh toh maha breaking news hai!"

Armaan (massaging his ankle, defeated): "Fine, fine.Just promise me the airport staff won't call security. And please, sillygirl, no dramatic running. My ankle can't handle the collateral damage."

Abhira: "Done! Let's go! Hurry, hurry! We must get there before the flight lands!"

Abhira grabbed the keys and began forcefully pulling the Poddar party all five of them, including the groaning Armaan toward the front door. The scene was a collision of loud enthusiasm, physical pain, and utter lack of subtlety, all heading directly toward Kaira's quiet, feisty surprise.

Kaveri: “Chalo Aaryan aaraha hai”

The Airbus rattled slightly, breaking the final traces of Aaryan's chaotic Poddar nightmare. He sat up in his Premium Economy seat,recognizing the sounds of the Mumbai-to-Udaipur connecting flight beginning its final approach. He had given up on sleep hours ago, instead choosing a bland documentary over the high-definition telecast of his subconscious family circus.

A voice crackled over the intercom: "We have begun our final descent into Maharana Pratap Airport, Udaipur. Please fasten your seatbelts..."

Aaryan checked his phone till on airplane mode and ran over his plan one last time. This return wasn't just a holiday; it was a strategy.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): Okay. Step one: Land,survive the family reunion. Step two: Secure the job at the Poddar Law Firm. He needed that position, not just for the legal experience, but for thel everage. He couldn't let his father, Manoj, continue to drift, or his mother,Manisha, constantly worry about the firm's stability under Armaan.

Armaan. The name brought a familiar knot of tension. Aaryan respected his brother's intelligence but despised his dramatic, irresponsible past. And Abhira his sweet, over enthusiastic sister-in-law was a whirlwind of misplaced emotion and over-the-top family goals.

Aaryan leaned back, closing his eyes briefly, making a firm internal commitment.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): No more. I am not a character in their personal drama anymore. I am a fully qualified lawyer now. I cannot let Armaan Bhai and Abhira Bhabhi influence my career decisions, or worse, my parents' financial future. They are staying in their lane. I am hereto bring stability, not participate in another "maha breaking news" event. This time, I am controlling the narrative.Kiara di ke saare karnaame mera lookout nahi hai!

He straightened his collar, determined. He felt the plane touch down with a smooth bump. He was ready to face the Poddars calm, composed,and in charge.

Aaryan was the first passenger off the ramp. He walked into the arrivals hall, his composure immediately challenged by the sheer volume and colour assaulting his senses.

The arrivals area was suddenly dominated by a group of five people wearing matching, slightly garish T-shirts emblazoned with his own face(a blurry photo, clearly from a decade ago).

In the center was Abhira, waving her phone like a lunatic while shouting AARYAN AARYAN. Beside her, Armaan, looking utterly defeated, was awkwardly trying to lift a seven-year-old girl, Maira, onto his aching shoulders. Manisha was already dissolving into theatrical tears, clutching a large, glittery aarti plate for her son.Manoj was waving his hands like a maniac and Vidya was busy giving her emotional expression

The moment Aaryan walked through the gate, the entire group froze in a ridiculous tableau the "wax museum exhibit" Abhira had planned.

Abhira (shouting at the top of her lungs): "Aaryan! Oh my god, Maha Breaking News! Welcome home, my cutie!"

Aaryan stopped dead, his lawyerly composure crumbling in milliseconds. T-shirts? A camera crew? A slow-motion run? He was instantly reminded that he had absolutely zero control over the Poddar circus.

Maira shouts: “Oh my god mere aaryan chachu aagaye!”

Aaryan was immediately swallowed by the tide of his tshirt-clad family. Manisha grabbed his arm, weeping louder, while Abhira thrust the camera into his face for a close-up of his shocked expression.

Meanwhile, across the chaotic arrivals hall, Kaira had spotted the unfolding spectacle. Having pulled up in her stylish ivory jumpsuit, she had initially hidden discreetly behind a large marble pillar near the car park entrance, hoping to wait out the initial rush and surprise Aaryan later.

She recognized the blur of familiar faces instantly: Mano jUncle, Manisha Aunty, Vidya Aunty, and the overwhelming source of the chaos Abhira.Kaira put a hand over her mouth, muffling a shocked gasp that was half amusement, half sheer horror. This was the family she was marrying into?

Then her eyes landed on the man awkwardly struggling under the weight of the moment and wearing a tight T-shirt: Armaan Poddar.

Kaira’s blood ran cold.

She didn't need a formal introduction. She instantly recognized the man she had publicly chastised as an eve-teaser in the marketplace the man who was now clutching his ankle, wearing a ridiculously small T-shirt, and being shouted at by his wife.

Kaira (Internal Monologue, voice cold with horror): Oh.My. God. That is the one. The eve-teaser. The absolute lack of class. Andhe is the moron who abandoned his wife and ran away with an infant? The one Mumma said was a failure? This is not just bad manners; this man is an abuser! Heis the source of all the family's trouble, standing right there, wearing aT-shirt with Aaryan's face on it! Hey Bhagwan yeh kiske pyaar mein pad ga imein.Oh god isko aaj dinner mein jhelna padega.What a classless family is this.Mumma will murder me.

Kaira silently pulled back from the pillar, turned on her heel, and retreated out of the arrivals hall, unnoticed by Aaryan and the hyperactive Poddars. Her surprise mission had failed, but her intelligence gathering had succeeded: she knew exactly who her dangerous enemy was and why the battle for Aaryan's future had to be won.

Aaryan finally escaped the suffocating T-shirts and the chaotic car ride, stepping into the grand, imposing hall of the Poddar House.The entire family was waiting, lined up to offer a more formal welcome after the airport spectacle.

Aaryan, now wearing a crisp, simple shirt, shed his internal stress and activated his "Composed Poddar Lawyer" mode. He moved through the greeting line, offering respect and affection.

Aaryan (Warmly): "Dadisa! I missed you!"

Kaveri (Matriarch,voice strong): "Aaryan. Khush raho. Finally, you’ve returned."

He embraced his father, Manoj, and his mother, Manisha,whose eyes were still damp. He respectfully greeted his uncle and aunt, Madhav and Vidya. He gave a genuine, high-spirited hug to his sister, Kiara.

When he reached Armaan and Abhira, Aaryan’s demeanor shifted almost imperceptibly. He greeted his brother with a quick, polite nod and a brief hand on the shoulder.

Aaryan (Formal): "Bhai. Good to be back."

Armaan (Smiling genuinely, despite his aching ankle): "Welcome home, Aaryan. The firm needs you."

He turned to Abhira, offering a fleeting, polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Aaryan: "Abhira Bhabhi. That was quite the welcome.Hope your spectacle goes viral."

Abhira missed the dry sarcasm, "Maha breaking news,Aaryan! It will!"

Aaryan swiftly moved past them to the small, seven-year-old center piece of the chaos.

Aaryan (Kneeling down, his expression softening):"Maira, my Mairu! Did you miss your Chachu?"

Maira giggled, instantly hugging his neck. Aaryan picked herup, settling her comfortably on his hip, the love for his niece completelygenuine and warm.

Kaveri Dadisa watched this exchange the combination of Aaryan’s composure, his ambition, and his undeniable connection to the family's youngest member with immense pride. She reached into a small, intricately carved silver box she always kept near her. It contained the toffees she reserved only for family members who brought true success and honor.

She walked up to Aaryan and gently placed a shining, wrapped toffee in his hand.

Kaveri (Her voice filled with satisfaction): "This is for your return, beta. And for the stability you bring. Aaryan, you are our future."

Aaryan accepted the toffee, the gesture feeling more significant than any bonus or degree. He was officially anointed.

He moved towards the Bansals: Sanjay Phupha ji, Kajal Bua, his cousin, Krish, and his new wife, Tanya. Aaryan grabbed a sleek,expensive-looking gift bag that his driver had discreetly left near the entrance.

Aaryan (Handing the bag to Tanya): "Tanya Bhabhi, a small welcome gift from Paris. A pretty Lady Dior bag . Krish Bhai told me you're starting your own ventures, and every successful woman needs a bag that means business."

Tanya, elegant and composed, gasped slightly at the sight of the Lady Dior. "Aaryan! Thank you so much! It's beautiful!"

The gesture instantly tightened the atmosphere. Vidya, who was already involved in a bitter chattis ka aakda with Kajal, felt thesting of Aaryan's expensive endorsement.

Vidya (Muttering, loud enough to be heard, adjusting her own bangles): "Oh ho, a designer bag? Such extravagance for a bahu so new. Hope it gets used for something more than just selfies."

Then, Kajal Bua stepped forward, her face tight with wounded pride. The family knew the resentment was boiling, especially since the recent incident where Vidya had slapped Kajal.

Kajal (Her voice brittle, addressing Kaveri): "Maaji,this is all wonderful. Aaryan brings stability and designer bags for the new bahus."She paused, letting her eyes rake over Vidya. "But even expensive gifts won't cover up the ugliness in this house. A slap, Maaji! Vidya Bhabhi raised her hand on me!"

The air thickened, everyone holding their breath.

Abhira (Her voice ringing with wounded idealism): "Kajal Bua! Please, bas! How can you even talk about batwara? You are talking about dividing walls, dividing money, but you are forgetting to divide the love! Rishte are not property papers that you can just tear in half!Do you think Papa, Chachu (, and Dadisa spent their entire lives building this maha beautiful ghar just so we could break it over one galati ? A slap happens! Fights happen! But family means we forget the slap and remember the hug! Love is the only kanoon that should apply here! Pyaar sabka Bhagwaan hai This house is held together by rishton ki dor, not by your demands, Bua!"

Abhira finished, her chest heaving. Vidya looked slightly mollified by the defense, but Kajal glared back, utterly unimpressed by the young lawyer's histrionics.

Kajal (Scornfully): "Oh, dekho. Jiska pati baccha lekar bhag gaya and broke rishte for seven years is now giving us alecture on rishton ki dor? Your legal opinion is not needed, Abhira.Maybe talk to your husband about his mount abu adventure before you talk to me about love."

Armaan perks up: “Maira bacchi hai,please uspe bura asar padega”

Tanya rolls her eyes and starts scrolling on her phone

Aaryan watched the entire exchange, the sudden transition from tears to property demands to high-minded philosophy leaving him emotionally exhausted. He watched the tension between the family members, the legal mind instantly assessing the core value of their relationship. He shifted Maira on his hip, the weight of the moment demanding a final, internal verdict.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue, sharp and absolute): "Pyaar sabka Bhagwan hai? Rishton ki dor?... GHANTA!"

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 4: Kachori,PC aur Tshirt

The Goenka Villa was a symphony of soft hues and polished surfaces in the early morning. Sunlight, filtered through sheer importedc urtains, cast long, tranquil gold streaks across the Italian marble floor. The air was a delicate mix of three distinct scents: the rich, earthy aroma of traditional spices, the faint, lingering note of Muskan’s expensive overnight serum, and the pure, fragrant smoke of burning incense from the temple.

The palatial family mandir, a vision of intricately carved marble and gleaming brass, stood as the spiritual centerpiece. Dr. Kaira Goenka stood before it, performing the morning aarti with practiced grace. She was dressed in an aesthetic, soft blue kurti set of fine cotton, the flames of the lamp illuminating her focused face as she sang:

Kaira (singing softly): "O Kanha, ab toh murli ki madhur suna do Kanha..."

In the state-of-the-art kitchen a sleek expanse of steel and black granite Muskan and Kairav were preparing breakfast. Muskan, elegant in a chic silk kurta and tailored trousers held a spatula with professional precision.

Muskan (to Kairav, whispering softly): "Kairav, dekh rahe ho? That is our daughter. US-educated, dermatologist, but she never forgets the cultural value. I wonder how will dinner go. Waise maine PC ko boldia hai toh make a good menu for them. I wonder if they will be able to digest international cusine”

Kairav, equally well-dressed and focused on his task of frying kachoris, smiled, the sound of the bhajan soothing the tension he felt.

Kairav: “ PC? Kaun PC, yaar? Are you talking about Priyanka Chopra? Did you hire her for the catering?"

Muskan gave him a look of absolute, high-society disdain.

Muskan: "Kairav! Don't be such a small-town boy! I mean our Personal Chef, Akshay. He only uses organic, sustainably sourced ingredients.I told him specifically no exotic spices, because, you know, the Poddars... they have that desi palate, no? I just don't want anyone getting digestive issues tomorrow and ruining the reputation of our new kitchen."

Kairav (flipping a kachori with unnecessary force):"Muski, they are not fragile birds. They eat food, just like us. And Armaan is a lawyer from Udaipur; I'm pretty sure he's encountered a Caesar salad before. Just focus on the kachoris, please. Hamari reputation abhi ispe depend kar rahi hai ."

Muskan (with a scoff, lowering the flame and her voice):"Caesar salad encounter? Arre please, Kairav. Armaan Poddar ka relationship with class is like his relationship with responsibility,temporary and conveniently forgotten.Don’t you remember he ran away with maira for 7 years.I heard uska apni landlord ki poti ke saath kuch chakkar tha.Koi small town mein RJ ki naukari kar raha tha while raising maira! Agar woh Caesa rsalad ke saamne bhi aa gaya hoga na, toh shayad mic pakad ke announce kar raha hoga
‘Coming up next — Top 10 heartbreak songs for single fathers who have no plan and no paisa!’"

Kairav froze, staring at the sputtering oil, finally having reached the end of his patience with her continuous analysis of Armaan's life failures.

Kairav (Shooing her away with his spatula, his voicerising): "Muski, bas karo! Go, go, go! Go fix your hair or your aura, but leave Armaan’s past alone,we will have to face him today and Iam hoping I don’t end up beating him with my golf clubs”

Muskan threw her head back, letting out a single, sharp,delighted laugh the sound of pure, unadulterated agreement.

Muskan (Eyes glinting, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face): "Finally, Kai! A plan! Fine. I will go check my outfit. Just please don't dent the clubs."

She haughtily turned to adjust the angle of her chic trouser leg, accepting the temporary ceasefire, now happier that Kairav shared her aggression.

Having finished her morning aarti, Kaira felt a surge of energy not just from the calm ritual, but from the excitement of Aaryan's imminent return. She knew her mother expected her to spend the day resting and preparing for the evening’s social performance, but Kaira was done waiting.

She grabbed her phone and made a quick call to her driver,her voice decisive.

Kaira (firmly): "Hello, Mahesh? Yes, I know the plan was 4 PM. But I need you to bring the car around now. Airport. We are surprising Aaryan. No, don't tell anyone.

She changed out of her kurti set and into a stylish,comfortable ivory jumpsuit.

Kaira left the villa, ready to claim her reunion.

Across town, at the majestic, slightly over-decorated Poddar House, a different kind of chaotic planning was underway. In the dimly lit living room, Abhira, Armaan (gingerly flexing his ankle), Manisha, Manoj, and Vidya were huddled, debating the perfect surprise for Aaryan's arrival. The goal, clearly dictated by Abhira, was maximum emotional impact and melodrama.

Manisha (fanning herself): "I think a simple aart iplate and a sweet message is enough, no? He will be tired."

Vidya (shaking her head): "Na, na, na! He is coming after so long! We need fanfare! Maybe a small band, like for awedding?"

Abhira (Clapping her hands together, radiating maniac energy): "Oh my god, Maaa, you are genius! But a band is so basic!This is Aaryan, hamara future star lawyer! We need something maha legendary! Something that screams: 'You are finally home, and we are the perfect family you missed! Hum log bua sa ko bhi bula lete hai.”

Vidya’s eyes widen and Manisha gets uncomfortable.

Abhira: “Uh,Armaan chalo utho”

Armaan groaned softly, testing his ankle.

Armaan: "Ooooh, silly girl. My ankle is hurting,Abhira. Please make it quick. And no more than five people in the airport lobby. I have a revenge target to worry about, and I needmobility!"

Abhira (ignoring Armaan's pain completely): "Revenge can wait, Silly Boy! Family bonding is always priority #1! Listen to my masterplan! We will all wear matching T-shirts with aaryans face! And when Aaryan comes out, we will all freeze like a wax museum exhibit! And then, Manisha Chachi, you will start dramatically crying and run at him in slow motion! That will be the ultimate, emotional, super- surprise!"

Manoj: “Aree waah Abhira Kya Idea hai!”

Abhira: Armaan, you will hold Maira up high, like Simba in the movie, and I will be filming everything! It will be a global sensation! Ohmy god yeh toh maha breaking news hai!"

Armaan (massaging his ankle, defeated): "Fine, fine.Just promise me the airport staff won't call security. And please, sillygirl, no dramatic running. My ankle can't handle the collateral damage."

Abhira: "Done! Let's go! Hurry, hurry! We must get there before the flight lands!"

Abhira grabbed the keys and began forcefully pulling the Poddar party all five of them, including the groaning Armaan toward the front door. The scene was a collision of loud enthusiasm, physical pain, and utter lack of subtlety, all heading directly toward Kaira's quiet, feisty surprise.

Kaveri: “Chalo Aaryan aaraha hai”

The Airbus rattled slightly, breaking the final traces of Aaryan's chaotic Poddar nightmare. He sat up in his Premium Economy seat,recognizing the sounds of the Mumbai-to-Udaipur connecting flight beginning its final approach. He had given up on sleep hours ago, instead choosing a bland documentary over the high-definition telecast of his subconscious family circus.

A voice crackled over the intercom: "We have begun our final descent into Maharana Pratap Airport, Udaipur. Please fasten your seatbelts..."

Aaryan checked his phone till on airplane mode and ran over his plan one last time. This return wasn't just a holiday; it was a strategy.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): Okay. Step one: Land,survive the family reunion. Step two: Secure the job at the Poddar Law Firm. He needed that position, not just for the legal experience, but for thel everage. He couldn't let his father, Manoj, continue to drift, or his mother,Manisha, constantly worry about the firm's stability under Armaan.

Armaan. The name brought a familiar knot of tension. Aaryan respected his brother's intelligence but despised his dramatic, irresponsible past. And Abhira his sweet, over enthusiastic sister-in-law was a whirlwind of misplaced emotion and over-the-top family goals.

Aaryan leaned back, closing his eyes briefly, making a firm internal commitment.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): No more. I am not a character in their personal drama anymore. I am a fully qualified lawyer now. I cannot let Armaan Bhai and Abhira Bhabhi influence my career decisions, or worse, my parents' financial future. They are staying in their lane. I am hereto bring stability, not participate in another "maha breaking news" event. This time, I am controlling the narrative.Kiara di ke saare karnaame mera lookout nahi hai!

He straightened his collar, determined. He felt the plane touch down with a smooth bump. He was ready to face the Poddars calm, composed,and in charge.

Aaryan was the first passenger off the ramp. He walked into the arrivals hall, his composure immediately challenged by the sheer volume and colour assaulting his senses.

The arrivals area was suddenly dominated by a group of five people wearing matching, slightly garish T-shirts emblazoned with his own face(a blurry photo, clearly from a decade ago).

In the center was Abhira, waving her phone like a lunatic while shouting AARYAN AARYAN. Beside her, Armaan, looking utterly defeated, was awkwardly trying to lift a seven-year-old girl, Maira, onto his aching shoulders. Manisha was already dissolving into theatrical tears, clutching a large, glittery aarti plate for her son.Manoj was waving his hands like a maniac and Vidya was busy giving her emotional expression

The moment Aaryan walked through the gate, the entire group froze in a ridiculous tableau the "wax museum exhibit" Abhira had planned.

Abhira (shouting at the top of her lungs): "Aaryan! Oh my god, Maha Breaking News! Welcome home, my cutie!"

Aaryan stopped dead, his lawyerly composure crumbling in milliseconds. T-shirts? A camera crew? A slow-motion run? He was instantly reminded that he had absolutely zero control over the Poddar circus.

Maira shouts: “Oh my god mere aaryan chachu aagaye!”

Aaryan was immediately swallowed by the tide of his tshirt-clad family. Manisha grabbed his arm, weeping louder, while Abhira thrust the camera into his face for a close-up of his shocked expression.

Meanwhile, across the chaotic arrivals hall, Kaira had spotted the unfolding spectacle. Having pulled up in her stylish ivory jumpsuit, she had initially hidden discreetly behind a large marble pillar near the car park entrance, hoping to wait out the initial rush and surprise Aaryan later.

She recognized the blur of familiar faces instantly: Mano jUncle, Manisha Aunty, Vidya Aunty, and the overwhelming source of the chaos Abhira.Kaira put a hand over her mouth, muffling a shocked gasp that was half amusement, half sheer horror. This was the family she was marrying into?

Then her eyes landed on the man awkwardly struggling under the weight of the moment and wearing a tight T-shirt: Armaan Poddar.

Kaira’s blood ran cold.

She didn't need a formal introduction. She instantly recognized the man she had publicly chastised as an eve-teaser in the marketplace the man who was now clutching his ankle, wearing a ridiculously small T-shirt, and being shouted at by his wife.

Kaira (Internal Monologue, voice cold with horror): Oh.My. God. That is the one. The eve-teaser. The absolute lack of class. Andhe is the moron who abandoned his wife and ran away with an infant? The one Mumma said was a failure? This is not just bad manners; this man is an abuser! Heis the source of all the family's trouble, standing right there, wearing aT-shirt with Aaryan's face on it! Hey Bhagwan yeh kiske pyaar mein pad ga imein.Oh god isko aaj dinner mein jhelna padega.What a classless family is this.Mumma will murder me.

Kaira silently pulled back from the pillar, turned on her heel, and retreated out of the arrivals hall, unnoticed by Aaryan and the hyperactive Poddars. Her surprise mission had failed, but her intelligence gathering had succeeded: she knew exactly who her dangerous enemy was and why the battle for Aaryan's future had to be won.

Aaryan finally escaped the suffocating T-shirts and the chaotic car ride, stepping into the grand, imposing hall of the Poddar House.The entire family was waiting, lined up to offer a more formal welcome after the airport spectacle.

Aaryan, now wearing a crisp, simple shirt, shed his internal stress and activated his "Composed Poddar Lawyer" mode. He moved through the greeting line, offering respect and affection.

Aaryan (Warmly): "Dadisa! I missed you!"

Kaveri (Matriarch,voice strong): "Aaryan. Khush raho. Finally, you’ve returned."

He embraced his father, Manoj, and his mother, Manisha,whose eyes were still damp. He respectfully greeted his uncle and aunt, Madhav and Vidya. He gave a genuine, high-spirited hug to his sister, Kiara.

When he reached Armaan and Abhira, Aaryan’s demeanor shifted almost imperceptibly. He greeted his brother with a quick, polite nod and a brief hand on the shoulder.

Aaryan (Formal): "Bhai. Good to be back."

Armaan (Smiling genuinely, despite his aching ankle): "Welcome home, Aaryan. The firm needs you."

He turned to Abhira, offering a fleeting, polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Aaryan: "Abhira Bhabhi. That was quite the welcome.Hope your spectacle goes viral."

Abhira missed the dry sarcasm, "Maha breaking news,Aaryan! It will!"

Aaryan swiftly moved past them to the small, seven-year-old center piece of the chaos.

Aaryan (Kneeling down, his expression softening):"Maira, my Mairu! Did you miss your Chachu?"

Maira giggled, instantly hugging his neck. Aaryan picked herup, settling her comfortably on his hip, the love for his niece completelygenuine and warm.

Kaveri Dadisa watched this exchange the combination of Aaryan’s composure, his ambition, and his undeniable connection to the family's youngest member with immense pride. She reached into a small, intricately carved silver box she always kept near her. It contained the toffees she reserved only for family members who brought true success and honor.

She walked up to Aaryan and gently placed a shining, wrapped toffee in his hand.

Kaveri (Her voice filled with satisfaction): "This is for your return, beta. And for the stability you bring. Aaryan, you are our future."

Aaryan accepted the toffee, the gesture feeling more significant than any bonus or degree. He was officially anointed.

He moved towards the Bansals: Sanjay Phupha ji, Kajal Bua, his cousin, Krish, and his new wife, Tanya. Aaryan grabbed a sleek,expensive-looking gift bag that his driver had discreetly left near the entrance.

Aaryan (Handing the bag to Tanya): "Tanya Bhabhi, a small welcome gift from Paris. A pretty Lady Dior bag . Krish Bhai told me you're starting your own ventures, and every successful woman needs a bag that means business."

Tanya, elegant and composed, gasped slightly at the sight of the Lady Dior. "Aaryan! Thank you so much! It's beautiful!"

The gesture instantly tightened the atmosphere. Vidya, who was already involved in a bitter chattis ka aakda with Kajal, felt thesting of Aaryan's expensive endorsement.

Vidya (Muttering, loud enough to be heard, adjusting her own bangles): "Oh ho, a designer bag? Such extravagance for a bahu so new. Hope it gets used for something more than just selfies."

Then, Kajal Bua stepped forward, her face tight with wounded pride. The family knew the resentment was boiling, especially since the recent incident where Vidya had slapped Kajal.

Kajal (Her voice brittle, addressing Kaveri): "Maaji,this is all wonderful. Aaryan brings stability and designer bags for the new bahus."She paused, letting her eyes rake over Vidya. "But even expensive gifts won't cover up the ugliness in this house. A slap, Maaji! Vidya Bhabhi raised her hand on me!"

The air thickened, everyone holding their breath.

Abhira (Her voice ringing with wounded idealism): "Kajal Bua! Please, bas! How can you even talk about batwara? You are talking about dividing walls, dividing money, but you are forgetting to divide the love! Rishte are not property papers that you can just tear in half!Do you think Papa, Chachu (, and Dadisa spent their entire lives building this maha beautiful ghar just so we could break it over one galati ? A slap happens! Fights happen! But family means we forget the slap and remember the hug! Love is the only kanoon that should apply here! Pyaar sabka Bhagwaan hai This house is held together by rishton ki dor, not by your demands, Bua!"

Abhira finished, her chest heaving. Vidya looked slightly mollified by the defense, but Kajal glared back, utterly unimpressed by the young lawyer's histrionics.

Kajal (Scornfully): "Oh, dekho. Jiska pati baccha lekar bhag gaya and broke rishte for seven years is now giving us alecture on rishton ki dor? Your legal opinion is not needed, Abhira.Maybe talk to your husband about his mount abu adventure before you talk to me about love."

Armaan perks up: “Maira bacchi hai,please uspe bura asar padega”

Tanya rolls her eyes and starts scrolling on her phone

Aaryan watched the entire exchange, the sudden transition from tears to property demands to high-minded philosophy leaving him emotionally exhausted. He watched the tension between the family members, the legal mind instantly assessing the core value of their relationship. He shifted Maira on his hip, the weight of the moment demanding a final, internal verdict.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue, sharp and absolute): "Pyaar sabka Bhagwan hai? Rishton ki dor?... GHANTA!"

Originally posted by: A_Star39

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.

I thought you gonna write only about kaira G

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 these people embarrassed Aryan in airport oh my god. Security should have shipped them away

And yes yes kaira that's the insane family you are marrying into. Please run

Kairav finally is like imma beat them with golf club lol yes please

Abhiras bhasan and kajals reply 🤣🤣 and armans maida pe asat padega ghisa pita dialogue. Such a comedy these people are

You need to post in Wattpad. Please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Originally posted by: KyaBakwaashi

I thought you gonna write only about kaira G

Plus Im using creative freedom to give armaan the much needed pitai he deserves.

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 4: Kachori,PC aur Tshirt

The Goenka Villa was a symphony of soft hues and polished surfaces in the early morning. Sunlight, filtered through sheer importedc urtains, cast long, tranquil gold streaks across the Italian marble floor. The air was a delicate mix of three distinct scents: the rich, earthy aroma of traditional spices, the faint, lingering note of Muskan’s expensive overnight serum, and the pure, fragrant smoke of burning incense from the temple.

The palatial family mandir, a vision of intricately carved marble and gleaming brass, stood as the spiritual centerpiece. Dr. Kaira Goenka stood before it, performing the morning aarti with practiced grace. She was dressed in an aesthetic, soft blue kurti set of fine cotton, the flames of the lamp illuminating her focused face as she sang:

Kaira (singing softly): "O Kanha, ab toh murli ki madhur suna do Kanha..."

In the state-of-the-art kitchen a sleek expanse of steel and black granite Muskan and Kairav were preparing breakfast. Muskan, elegant in a chic silk kurta and tailored trousers held a spatula with professional precision.

Muskan (to Kairav, whispering softly): "Kairav, dekh rahe ho? That is our daughter. US-educated, dermatologist, but she never forgets the cultural value. I wonder how will dinner go. Waise maine PC ko boldia hai toh make a good menu for them. I wonder if they will be able to digest international cusine”

Kairav, equally well-dressed and focused on his task of frying kachoris, smiled, the sound of the bhajan soothing the tension he felt.

Kairav: “ PC? Kaun PC, yaar? Are you talking about Priyanka Chopra? Did you hire her for the catering?"

Muskan gave him a look of absolute, high-society disdain.

Muskan: "Kairav! Don't be such a small-town boy! I mean our Personal Chef, Akshay. He only uses organic, sustainably sourced ingredients.I told him specifically no exotic spices, because, you know, the Poddars... they have that desi palate, no? I just don't want anyone getting digestive issues tomorrow and ruining the reputation of our new kitchen."

Kairav (flipping a kachori with unnecessary force):"Muski, they are not fragile birds. They eat food, just like us. And Armaan is a lawyer from Udaipur; I'm pretty sure he's encountered a Caesar salad before. Just focus on the kachoris, please. Hamari reputation abhi ispe depend kar rahi hai ."

Muskan (with a scoff, lowering the flame and her voice):"Caesar salad encounter? Arre please, Kairav. Armaan Poddar ka relationship with class is like his relationship with responsibility,temporary and conveniently forgotten.Don’t you remember he ran away with maira for 7 years.I heard uska apni landlord ki poti ke saath kuch chakkar tha.Koi small town mein RJ ki naukari kar raha tha while raising maira! Agar woh Caesa rsalad ke saamne bhi aa gaya hoga na, toh shayad mic pakad ke announce kar raha hoga
‘Coming up next — Top 10 heartbreak songs for single fathers who have no plan and no paisa!’"

Kairav froze, staring at the sputtering oil, finally having reached the end of his patience with her continuous analysis of Armaan's life failures.

Kairav (Shooing her away with his spatula, his voicerising): "Muski, bas karo! Go, go, go! Go fix your hair or your aura, but leave Armaan’s past alone,we will have to face him today and Iam hoping I don’t end up beating him with my golf clubs”

Muskan threw her head back, letting out a single, sharp,delighted laugh the sound of pure, unadulterated agreement.

Muskan (Eyes glinting, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face): "Finally, Kai! A plan! Fine. I will go check my outfit. Just please don't dent the clubs."

She haughtily turned to adjust the angle of her chic trouser leg, accepting the temporary ceasefire, now happier that Kairav shared her aggression.

Having finished her morning aarti, Kaira felt a surge of energy not just from the calm ritual, but from the excitement of Aaryan's imminent return. She knew her mother expected her to spend the day resting and preparing for the evening’s social performance, but Kaira was done waiting.

She grabbed her phone and made a quick call to her driver,her voice decisive.

Kaira (firmly): "Hello, Mahesh? Yes, I know the plan was 4 PM. But I need you to bring the car around now. Airport. We are surprising Aaryan. No, don't tell anyone.

She changed out of her kurti set and into a stylish,comfortable ivory jumpsuit.

Kaira left the villa, ready to claim her reunion.

Across town, at the majestic, slightly over-decorated Poddar House, a different kind of chaotic planning was underway. In the dimly lit living room, Abhira, Armaan (gingerly flexing his ankle), Manisha, Manoj, and Vidya were huddled, debating the perfect surprise for Aaryan's arrival. The goal, clearly dictated by Abhira, was maximum emotional impact and melodrama.

Manisha (fanning herself): "I think a simple aart iplate and a sweet message is enough, no? He will be tired."

Vidya (shaking her head): "Na, na, na! He is coming after so long! We need fanfare! Maybe a small band, like for awedding?"

Abhira (Clapping her hands together, radiating maniac energy): "Oh my god, Maaa, you are genius! But a band is so basic!This is Aaryan, hamara future star lawyer! We need something maha legendary! Something that screams: 'You are finally home, and we are the perfect family you missed! Hum log bua sa ko bhi bula lete hai.”

Vidya’s eyes widen and Manisha gets uncomfortable.

Abhira: “Uh,Armaan chalo utho”

Armaan groaned softly, testing his ankle.

Armaan: "Ooooh, silly girl. My ankle is hurting,Abhira. Please make it quick. And no more than five people in the airport lobby. I have a revenge target to worry about, and I needmobility!"

Abhira (ignoring Armaan's pain completely): "Revenge can wait, Silly Boy! Family bonding is always priority #1! Listen to my masterplan! We will all wear matching T-shirts with aaryans face! And when Aaryan comes out, we will all freeze like a wax museum exhibit! And then, Manisha Chachi, you will start dramatically crying and run at him in slow motion! That will be the ultimate, emotional, super- surprise!"

Manoj: “Aree waah Abhira Kya Idea hai!”

Abhira: Armaan, you will hold Maira up high, like Simba in the movie, and I will be filming everything! It will be a global sensation! Ohmy god yeh toh maha breaking news hai!"

Armaan (massaging his ankle, defeated): "Fine, fine.Just promise me the airport staff won't call security. And please, sillygirl, no dramatic running. My ankle can't handle the collateral damage."

Abhira: "Done! Let's go! Hurry, hurry! We must get there before the flight lands!"

Abhira grabbed the keys and began forcefully pulling the Poddar party all five of them, including the groaning Armaan toward the front door. The scene was a collision of loud enthusiasm, physical pain, and utter lack of subtlety, all heading directly toward Kaira's quiet, feisty surprise.

Kaveri: “Chalo Aaryan aaraha hai”

The Airbus rattled slightly, breaking the final traces of Aaryan's chaotic Poddar nightmare. He sat up in his Premium Economy seat,recognizing the sounds of the Mumbai-to-Udaipur connecting flight beginning its final approach. He had given up on sleep hours ago, instead choosing a bland documentary over the high-definition telecast of his subconscious family circus.

A voice crackled over the intercom: "We have begun our final descent into Maharana Pratap Airport, Udaipur. Please fasten your seatbelts..."

Aaryan checked his phone till on airplane mode and ran over his plan one last time. This return wasn't just a holiday; it was a strategy.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): Okay. Step one: Land,survive the family reunion. Step two: Secure the job at the Poddar Law Firm. He needed that position, not just for the legal experience, but for thel everage. He couldn't let his father, Manoj, continue to drift, or his mother,Manisha, constantly worry about the firm's stability under Armaan.

Armaan. The name brought a familiar knot of tension. Aaryan respected his brother's intelligence but despised his dramatic, irresponsible past. And Abhira his sweet, over enthusiastic sister-in-law was a whirlwind of misplaced emotion and over-the-top family goals.

Aaryan leaned back, closing his eyes briefly, making a firm internal commitment.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): No more. I am not a character in their personal drama anymore. I am a fully qualified lawyer now. I cannot let Armaan Bhai and Abhira Bhabhi influence my career decisions, or worse, my parents' financial future. They are staying in their lane. I am hereto bring stability, not participate in another "maha breaking news" event. This time, I am controlling the narrative.Kiara di ke saare karnaame mera lookout nahi hai!

He straightened his collar, determined. He felt the plane touch down with a smooth bump. He was ready to face the Poddars calm, composed,and in charge.

Aaryan was the first passenger off the ramp. He walked into the arrivals hall, his composure immediately challenged by the sheer volume and colour assaulting his senses.

The arrivals area was suddenly dominated by a group of five people wearing matching, slightly garish T-shirts emblazoned with his own face(a blurry photo, clearly from a decade ago).

In the center was Abhira, waving her phone like a lunatic while shouting AARYAN AARYAN. Beside her, Armaan, looking utterly defeated, was awkwardly trying to lift a seven-year-old girl, Maira, onto his aching shoulders. Manisha was already dissolving into theatrical tears, clutching a large, glittery aarti plate for her son.Manoj was waving his hands like a maniac and Vidya was busy giving her emotional expression

The moment Aaryan walked through the gate, the entire group froze in a ridiculous tableau the "wax museum exhibit" Abhira had planned.

Abhira (shouting at the top of her lungs): "Aaryan! Oh my god, Maha Breaking News! Welcome home, my cutie!"

Aaryan stopped dead, his lawyerly composure crumbling in milliseconds. T-shirts? A camera crew? A slow-motion run? He was instantly reminded that he had absolutely zero control over the Poddar circus.

Maira shouts: “Oh my god mere aaryan chachu aagaye!”

Aaryan was immediately swallowed by the tide of his tshirt-clad family. Manisha grabbed his arm, weeping louder, while Abhira thrust the camera into his face for a close-up of his shocked expression.

Meanwhile, across the chaotic arrivals hall, Kaira had spotted the unfolding spectacle. Having pulled up in her stylish ivory jumpsuit, she had initially hidden discreetly behind a large marble pillar near the car park entrance, hoping to wait out the initial rush and surprise Aaryan later.

She recognized the blur of familiar faces instantly: Mano jUncle, Manisha Aunty, Vidya Aunty, and the overwhelming source of the chaos Abhira.Kaira put a hand over her mouth, muffling a shocked gasp that was half amusement, half sheer horror. This was the family she was marrying into?

Then her eyes landed on the man awkwardly struggling under the weight of the moment and wearing a tight T-shirt: Armaan Poddar.

Kaira’s blood ran cold.

She didn't need a formal introduction. She instantly recognized the man she had publicly chastised as an eve-teaser in the marketplace the man who was now clutching his ankle, wearing a ridiculously small T-shirt, and being shouted at by his wife.

Kaira (Internal Monologue, voice cold with horror): Oh.My. God. That is the one. The eve-teaser. The absolute lack of class. Andhe is the moron who abandoned his wife and ran away with an infant? The one Mumma said was a failure? This is not just bad manners; this man is an abuser! Heis the source of all the family's trouble, standing right there, wearing aT-shirt with Aaryan's face on it! Hey Bhagwan yeh kiske pyaar mein pad ga imein.Oh god isko aaj dinner mein jhelna padega.What a classless family is this.Mumma will murder me.

Kaira silently pulled back from the pillar, turned on her heel, and retreated out of the arrivals hall, unnoticed by Aaryan and the hyperactive Poddars. Her surprise mission had failed, but her intelligence gathering had succeeded: she knew exactly who her dangerous enemy was and why the battle for Aaryan's future had to be won.

Aaryan finally escaped the suffocating T-shirts and the chaotic car ride, stepping into the grand, imposing hall of the Poddar House.The entire family was waiting, lined up to offer a more formal welcome after the airport spectacle.

Aaryan, now wearing a crisp, simple shirt, shed his internal stress and activated his "Composed Poddar Lawyer" mode. He moved through the greeting line, offering respect and affection.

Aaryan (Warmly): "Dadisa! I missed you!"

Kaveri (Matriarch,voice strong): "Aaryan. Khush raho. Finally, you’ve returned."

He embraced his father, Manoj, and his mother, Manisha,whose eyes were still damp. He respectfully greeted his uncle and aunt, Madhav and Vidya. He gave a genuine, high-spirited hug to his sister, Kiara.

When he reached Armaan and Abhira, Aaryan’s demeanor shifted almost imperceptibly. He greeted his brother with a quick, polite nod and a brief hand on the shoulder.

Aaryan (Formal): "Bhai. Good to be back."

Armaan (Smiling genuinely, despite his aching ankle): "Welcome home, Aaryan. The firm needs you."

He turned to Abhira, offering a fleeting, polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Aaryan: "Abhira Bhabhi. That was quite the welcome.Hope your spectacle goes viral."

Abhira missed the dry sarcasm, "Maha breaking news,Aaryan! It will!"

Aaryan swiftly moved past them to the small, seven-year-old center piece of the chaos.

Aaryan (Kneeling down, his expression softening):"Maira, my Mairu! Did you miss your Chachu?"

Maira giggled, instantly hugging his neck. Aaryan picked herup, settling her comfortably on his hip, the love for his niece completelygenuine and warm.

Kaveri Dadisa watched this exchange the combination of Aaryan’s composure, his ambition, and his undeniable connection to the family's youngest member with immense pride. She reached into a small, intricately carved silver box she always kept near her. It contained the toffees she reserved only for family members who brought true success and honor.

She walked up to Aaryan and gently placed a shining, wrapped toffee in his hand.

Kaveri (Her voice filled with satisfaction): "This is for your return, beta. And for the stability you bring. Aaryan, you are our future."

Aaryan accepted the toffee, the gesture feeling more significant than any bonus or degree. He was officially anointed.

He moved towards the Bansals: Sanjay Phupha ji, Kajal Bua, his cousin, Krish, and his new wife, Tanya. Aaryan grabbed a sleek,expensive-looking gift bag that his driver had discreetly left near the entrance.

Aaryan (Handing the bag to Tanya): "Tanya Bhabhi, a small welcome gift from Paris. A pretty Lady Dior bag . Krish Bhai told me you're starting your own ventures, and every successful woman needs a bag that means business."

Tanya, elegant and composed, gasped slightly at the sight of the Lady Dior. "Aaryan! Thank you so much! It's beautiful!"

The gesture instantly tightened the atmosphere. Vidya, who was already involved in a bitter chattis ka aakda with Kajal, felt thesting of Aaryan's expensive endorsement.

Vidya (Muttering, loud enough to be heard, adjusting her own bangles): "Oh ho, a designer bag? Such extravagance for a bahu so new. Hope it gets used for something more than just selfies."

Then, Kajal Bua stepped forward, her face tight with wounded pride. The family knew the resentment was boiling, especially since the recent incident where Vidya had slapped Kajal.

Kajal (Her voice brittle, addressing Kaveri): "Maaji,this is all wonderful. Aaryan brings stability and designer bags for the new bahus."She paused, letting her eyes rake over Vidya. "But even expensive gifts won't cover up the ugliness in this house. A slap, Maaji! Vidya Bhabhi raised her hand on me!"

The air thickened, everyone holding their breath.

Abhira (Her voice ringing with wounded idealism): "Kajal Bua! Please, bas! How can you even talk about batwara? You are talking about dividing walls, dividing money, but you are forgetting to divide the love! Rishte are not property papers that you can just tear in half!Do you think Papa, Chachu (, and Dadisa spent their entire lives building this maha beautiful ghar just so we could break it over one galati ? A slap happens! Fights happen! But family means we forget the slap and remember the hug! Love is the only kanoon that should apply here! Pyaar sabka Bhagwaan hai This house is held together by rishton ki dor, not by your demands, Bua!"

Abhira finished, her chest heaving. Vidya looked slightly mollified by the defense, but Kajal glared back, utterly unimpressed by the young lawyer's histrionics.

Kajal (Scornfully): "Oh, dekho. Jiska pati baccha lekar bhag gaya and broke rishte for seven years is now giving us alecture on rishton ki dor? Your legal opinion is not needed, Abhira.Maybe talk to your husband about his mount abu adventure before you talk to me about love."

Armaan perks up: “Maira bacchi hai,please uspe bura asar padega”

Tanya rolls her eyes and starts scrolling on her phone

Aaryan watched the entire exchange, the sudden transition from tears to property demands to high-minded philosophy leaving him emotionally exhausted. He watched the tension between the family members, the legal mind instantly assessing the core value of their relationship. He shifted Maira on his hip, the weight of the moment demanding a final, internal verdict.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue, sharp and absolute): "Pyaar sabka Bhagwan hai? Rishton ki dor?... GHANTA!"

I am enjoying this more than the film itself. Keep up the good work

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 4: Kachori,PC aur Tshirt

The Goenka Villa was a symphony of soft hues and polished surfaces in the early morning. Sunlight, filtered through sheer importedc urtains, cast long, tranquil gold streaks across the Italian marble floor. The air was a delicate mix of three distinct scents: the rich, earthy aroma of traditional spices, the faint, lingering note of Muskan’s expensive overnight serum, and the pure, fragrant smoke of burning incense from the temple.

The palatial family mandir, a vision of intricately carved marble and gleaming brass, stood as the spiritual centerpiece. Dr. Kaira Goenka stood before it, performing the morning aarti with practiced grace. She was dressed in an aesthetic, soft blue kurti set of fine cotton, the flames of the lamp illuminating her focused face as she sang:

Kaira (singing softly): "O Kanha, ab toh murli ki madhur suna do Kanha..."

In the state-of-the-art kitchen a sleek expanse of steel and black granite Muskan and Kairav were preparing breakfast. Muskan, elegant in a chic silk kurta and tailored trousers held a spatula with professional precision.

Muskan (to Kairav, whispering softly): "Kairav, dekh rahe ho? That is our daughter. US-educated, dermatologist, but she never forgets the cultural value. I wonder how will dinner go. Waise maine PC ko boldia hai toh make a good menu for them. I wonder if they will be able to digest international cusine”

Kairav, equally well-dressed and focused on his task of frying kachoris, smiled, the sound of the bhajan soothing the tension he felt.

Kairav: “ PC? Kaun PC, yaar? Are you talking about Priyanka Chopra? Did you hire her for the catering?"

Muskan gave him a look of absolute, high-society disdain.

Muskan: "Kairav! Don't be such a small-town boy! I mean our Personal Chef, Akshay. He only uses organic, sustainably sourced ingredients.I told him specifically no exotic spices, because, you know, the Poddars... they have that desi palate, no? I just don't want anyone getting digestive issues tomorrow and ruining the reputation of our new kitchen."

Kairav (flipping a kachori with unnecessary force):"Muski, they are not fragile birds. They eat food, just like us. And Armaan is a lawyer from Udaipur; I'm pretty sure he's encountered a Caesar salad before. Just focus on the kachoris, please. Hamari reputation abhi ispe depend kar rahi hai ."

Muskan (with a scoff, lowering the flame and her voice):"Caesar salad encounter? Arre please, Kairav. Armaan Poddar ka relationship with class is like his relationship with responsibility,temporary and conveniently forgotten.Don’t you remember he ran away with maira for 7 years.I heard uska apni landlord ki poti ke saath kuch chakkar tha.Koi small town mein RJ ki naukari kar raha tha while raising maira! Agar woh Caesa rsalad ke saamne bhi aa gaya hoga na, toh shayad mic pakad ke announce kar raha hoga
‘Coming up next — Top 10 heartbreak songs for single fathers who have no plan and no paisa!’"

Kairav froze, staring at the sputtering oil, finally having reached the end of his patience with her continuous analysis of Armaan's life failures.

Kairav (Shooing her away with his spatula, his voicerising): "Muski, bas karo! Go, go, go! Go fix your hair or your aura, but leave Armaan’s past alone,we will have to face him today and Iam hoping I don’t end up beating him with my golf clubs”

Muskan threw her head back, letting out a single, sharp,delighted laugh the sound of pure, unadulterated agreement.

Muskan (Eyes glinting, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face): "Finally, Kai! A plan! Fine. I will go check my outfit. Just please don't dent the clubs."

She haughtily turned to adjust the angle of her chic trouser leg, accepting the temporary ceasefire, now happier that Kairav shared her aggression.

Having finished her morning aarti, Kaira felt a surge of energy not just from the calm ritual, but from the excitement of Aaryan's imminent return. She knew her mother expected her to spend the day resting and preparing for the evening’s social performance, but Kaira was done waiting.

She grabbed her phone and made a quick call to her driver,her voice decisive.

Kaira (firmly): "Hello, Mahesh? Yes, I know the plan was 4 PM. But I need you to bring the car around now. Airport. We are surprising Aaryan. No, don't tell anyone.

She changed out of her kurti set and into a stylish,comfortable ivory jumpsuit.

Kaira left the villa, ready to claim her reunion.

Across town, at the majestic, slightly over-decorated Poddar House, a different kind of chaotic planning was underway. In the dimly lit living room, Abhira, Armaan (gingerly flexing his ankle), Manisha, Manoj, and Vidya were huddled, debating the perfect surprise for Aaryan's arrival. The goal, clearly dictated by Abhira, was maximum emotional impact and melodrama.

Manisha (fanning herself): "I think a simple aart iplate and a sweet message is enough, no? He will be tired."

Vidya (shaking her head): "Na, na, na! He is coming after so long! We need fanfare! Maybe a small band, like for awedding?"

Abhira (Clapping her hands together, radiating maniac energy): "Oh my god, Maaa, you are genius! But a band is so basic!This is Aaryan, hamara future star lawyer! We need something maha legendary! Something that screams: 'You are finally home, and we are the perfect family you missed! Hum log bua sa ko bhi bula lete hai.”

Vidya’s eyes widen and Manisha gets uncomfortable.

Abhira: “Uh,Armaan chalo utho”

Armaan groaned softly, testing his ankle.

Armaan: "Ooooh, silly girl. My ankle is hurting,Abhira. Please make it quick. And no more than five people in the airport lobby. I have a revenge target to worry about, and I needmobility!"

Abhira (ignoring Armaan's pain completely): "Revenge can wait, Silly Boy! Family bonding is always priority #1! Listen to my masterplan! We will all wear matching T-shirts with aaryans face! And when Aaryan comes out, we will all freeze like a wax museum exhibit! And then, Manisha Chachi, you will start dramatically crying and run at him in slow motion! That will be the ultimate, emotional, super- surprise!"

Manoj: “Aree waah Abhira Kya Idea hai!”

Abhira: Armaan, you will hold Maira up high, like Simba in the movie, and I will be filming everything! It will be a global sensation! Ohmy god yeh toh maha breaking news hai!"

Armaan (massaging his ankle, defeated): "Fine, fine.Just promise me the airport staff won't call security. And please, sillygirl, no dramatic running. My ankle can't handle the collateral damage."

Abhira: "Done! Let's go! Hurry, hurry! We must get there before the flight lands!"

Abhira grabbed the keys and began forcefully pulling the Poddar party all five of them, including the groaning Armaan toward the front door. The scene was a collision of loud enthusiasm, physical pain, and utter lack of subtlety, all heading directly toward Kaira's quiet, feisty surprise.

Kaveri: “Chalo Aaryan aaraha hai”

The Airbus rattled slightly, breaking the final traces of Aaryan's chaotic Poddar nightmare. He sat up in his Premium Economy seat,recognizing the sounds of the Mumbai-to-Udaipur connecting flight beginning its final approach. He had given up on sleep hours ago, instead choosing a bland documentary over the high-definition telecast of his subconscious family circus.

A voice crackled over the intercom: "We have begun our final descent into Maharana Pratap Airport, Udaipur. Please fasten your seatbelts..."

Aaryan checked his phone till on airplane mode and ran over his plan one last time. This return wasn't just a holiday; it was a strategy.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): Okay. Step one: Land,survive the family reunion. Step two: Secure the job at the Poddar Law Firm. He needed that position, not just for the legal experience, but for thel everage. He couldn't let his father, Manoj, continue to drift, or his mother,Manisha, constantly worry about the firm's stability under Armaan.

Armaan. The name brought a familiar knot of tension. Aaryan respected his brother's intelligence but despised his dramatic, irresponsible past. And Abhira his sweet, over enthusiastic sister-in-law was a whirlwind of misplaced emotion and over-the-top family goals.

Aaryan leaned back, closing his eyes briefly, making a firm internal commitment.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue): No more. I am not a character in their personal drama anymore. I am a fully qualified lawyer now. I cannot let Armaan Bhai and Abhira Bhabhi influence my career decisions, or worse, my parents' financial future. They are staying in their lane. I am hereto bring stability, not participate in another "maha breaking news" event. This time, I am controlling the narrative.Kiara di ke saare karnaame mera lookout nahi hai!

He straightened his collar, determined. He felt the plane touch down with a smooth bump. He was ready to face the Poddars calm, composed,and in charge.

Aaryan was the first passenger off the ramp. He walked into the arrivals hall, his composure immediately challenged by the sheer volume and colour assaulting his senses.

The arrivals area was suddenly dominated by a group of five people wearing matching, slightly garish T-shirts emblazoned with his own face(a blurry photo, clearly from a decade ago).

In the center was Abhira, waving her phone like a lunatic while shouting AARYAN AARYAN. Beside her, Armaan, looking utterly defeated, was awkwardly trying to lift a seven-year-old girl, Maira, onto his aching shoulders. Manisha was already dissolving into theatrical tears, clutching a large, glittery aarti plate for her son.Manoj was waving his hands like a maniac and Vidya was busy giving her emotional expression

The moment Aaryan walked through the gate, the entire group froze in a ridiculous tableau the "wax museum exhibit" Abhira had planned.

Abhira (shouting at the top of her lungs): "Aaryan! Oh my god, Maha Breaking News! Welcome home, my cutie!"

Aaryan stopped dead, his lawyerly composure crumbling in milliseconds. T-shirts? A camera crew? A slow-motion run? He was instantly reminded that he had absolutely zero control over the Poddar circus.

Maira shouts: “Oh my god mere aaryan chachu aagaye!”

Aaryan was immediately swallowed by the tide of his tshirt-clad family. Manisha grabbed his arm, weeping louder, while Abhira thrust the camera into his face for a close-up of his shocked expression.

Meanwhile, across the chaotic arrivals hall, Kaira had spotted the unfolding spectacle. Having pulled up in her stylish ivory jumpsuit, she had initially hidden discreetly behind a large marble pillar near the car park entrance, hoping to wait out the initial rush and surprise Aaryan later.

She recognized the blur of familiar faces instantly: Mano jUncle, Manisha Aunty, Vidya Aunty, and the overwhelming source of the chaos Abhira.Kaira put a hand over her mouth, muffling a shocked gasp that was half amusement, half sheer horror. This was the family she was marrying into?

Then her eyes landed on the man awkwardly struggling under the weight of the moment and wearing a tight T-shirt: Armaan Poddar.

Kaira’s blood ran cold.

She didn't need a formal introduction. She instantly recognized the man she had publicly chastised as an eve-teaser in the marketplace the man who was now clutching his ankle, wearing a ridiculously small T-shirt, and being shouted at by his wife.

Kaira (Internal Monologue, voice cold with horror): Oh.My. God. That is the one. The eve-teaser. The absolute lack of class. Andhe is the moron who abandoned his wife and ran away with an infant? The one Mumma said was a failure? This is not just bad manners; this man is an abuser! Heis the source of all the family's trouble, standing right there, wearing aT-shirt with Aaryan's face on it! Hey Bhagwan yeh kiske pyaar mein pad ga imein.Oh god isko aaj dinner mein jhelna padega.What a classless family is this.Mumma will murder me.

Kaira silently pulled back from the pillar, turned on her heel, and retreated out of the arrivals hall, unnoticed by Aaryan and the hyperactive Poddars. Her surprise mission had failed, but her intelligence gathering had succeeded: she knew exactly who her dangerous enemy was and why the battle for Aaryan's future had to be won.

Aaryan finally escaped the suffocating T-shirts and the chaotic car ride, stepping into the grand, imposing hall of the Poddar House.The entire family was waiting, lined up to offer a more formal welcome after the airport spectacle.

Aaryan, now wearing a crisp, simple shirt, shed his internal stress and activated his "Composed Poddar Lawyer" mode. He moved through the greeting line, offering respect and affection.

Aaryan (Warmly): "Dadisa! I missed you!"

Kaveri (Matriarch,voice strong): "Aaryan. Khush raho. Finally, you’ve returned."

He embraced his father, Manoj, and his mother, Manisha,whose eyes were still damp. He respectfully greeted his uncle and aunt, Madhav and Vidya. He gave a genuine, high-spirited hug to his sister, Kiara.

When he reached Armaan and Abhira, Aaryan’s demeanor shifted almost imperceptibly. He greeted his brother with a quick, polite nod and a brief hand on the shoulder.

Aaryan (Formal): "Bhai. Good to be back."

Armaan (Smiling genuinely, despite his aching ankle): "Welcome home, Aaryan. The firm needs you."

He turned to Abhira, offering a fleeting, polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Aaryan: "Abhira Bhabhi. That was quite the welcome.Hope your spectacle goes viral."

Abhira missed the dry sarcasm, "Maha breaking news,Aaryan! It will!"

Aaryan swiftly moved past them to the small, seven-year-old center piece of the chaos.

Aaryan (Kneeling down, his expression softening):"Maira, my Mairu! Did you miss your Chachu?"

Maira giggled, instantly hugging his neck. Aaryan picked herup, settling her comfortably on his hip, the love for his niece completelygenuine and warm.

Kaveri Dadisa watched this exchange the combination of Aaryan’s composure, his ambition, and his undeniable connection to the family's youngest member with immense pride. She reached into a small, intricately carved silver box she always kept near her. It contained the toffees she reserved only for family members who brought true success and honor.

She walked up to Aaryan and gently placed a shining, wrapped toffee in his hand.

Kaveri (Her voice filled with satisfaction): "This is for your return, beta. And for the stability you bring. Aaryan, you are our future."

Aaryan accepted the toffee, the gesture feeling more significant than any bonus or degree. He was officially anointed.

He moved towards the Bansals: Sanjay Phupha ji, Kajal Bua, his cousin, Krish, and his new wife, Tanya. Aaryan grabbed a sleek,expensive-looking gift bag that his driver had discreetly left near the entrance.

Aaryan (Handing the bag to Tanya): "Tanya Bhabhi, a small welcome gift from Paris. A pretty Lady Dior bag . Krish Bhai told me you're starting your own ventures, and every successful woman needs a bag that means business."

Tanya, elegant and composed, gasped slightly at the sight of the Lady Dior. "Aaryan! Thank you so much! It's beautiful!"

The gesture instantly tightened the atmosphere. Vidya, who was already involved in a bitter chattis ka aakda with Kajal, felt thesting of Aaryan's expensive endorsement.

Vidya (Muttering, loud enough to be heard, adjusting her own bangles): "Oh ho, a designer bag? Such extravagance for a bahu so new. Hope it gets used for something more than just selfies."

Then, Kajal Bua stepped forward, her face tight with wounded pride. The family knew the resentment was boiling, especially since the recent incident where Vidya had slapped Kajal.

Kajal (Her voice brittle, addressing Kaveri): "Maaji,this is all wonderful. Aaryan brings stability and designer bags for the new bahus."She paused, letting her eyes rake over Vidya. "But even expensive gifts won't cover up the ugliness in this house. A slap, Maaji! Vidya Bhabhi raised her hand on me!"

The air thickened, everyone holding their breath.

Abhira (Her voice ringing with wounded idealism): "Kajal Bua! Please, bas! How can you even talk about batwara? You are talking about dividing walls, dividing money, but you are forgetting to divide the love! Rishte are not property papers that you can just tear in half!Do you think Papa, Chachu (, and Dadisa spent their entire lives building this maha beautiful ghar just so we could break it over one galati ? A slap happens! Fights happen! But family means we forget the slap and remember the hug! Love is the only kanoon that should apply here! Pyaar sabka Bhagwaan hai This house is held together by rishton ki dor, not by your demands, Bua!"

Abhira finished, her chest heaving. Vidya looked slightly mollified by the defense, but Kajal glared back, utterly unimpressed by the young lawyer's histrionics.

Kajal (Scornfully): "Oh, dekho. Jiska pati baccha lekar bhag gaya and broke rishte for seven years is now giving us alecture on rishton ki dor? Your legal opinion is not needed, Abhira.Maybe talk to your husband about his mount abu adventure before you talk to me about love."

Armaan perks up: “Maira bacchi hai,please uspe bura asar padega”

Tanya rolls her eyes and starts scrolling on her phone

Aaryan watched the entire exchange, the sudden transition from tears to property demands to high-minded philosophy leaving him emotionally exhausted. He watched the tension between the family members, the legal mind instantly assessing the core value of their relationship. He shifted Maira on his hip, the weight of the moment demanding a final, internal verdict.

Aaryan (Internal Monologue, sharp and absolute): "Pyaar sabka Bhagwan hai? Rishton ki dor?... GHANTA!"

Patakaa🔥

Plzzz add Aryan into team Bansal for roasting abhimoron....muskaan and Co will obviously will do that...even Aryan should not take their shit.....