The Dr Kaira Chapter. - Page 17

Bageera shouldn't call her manjari dadi. She's not related to her anyway mrs birla bolo usko

Harsh is so chaotic lol.

Aryan nikhil has good chemistry 🤣🤣🆔 kahin Aryan nikhil pe fida to nhi 🤣🤣

Nikhil isn't trying to hide his feelings at all. Kaira is so blind

The decoration of decor is beautiful

I kinda understand the bitterness of the birlas and even ruhi towards abira

Part 22: The Moon Crash and Brawl

The Grand Ballroom,already a visual feast, paused slightly as Nikhil made his official entrance,not in a traditional suit, but in a statement piece that immediately set himapart.

He was wearing thestunning black Indo-Western set he had designed: a long, structured blackjacket featuring a high, mandarin collar and a zip front. The coat wasdramatically embellished with intricate Zardosi work forming a menacing dragonmotif that wound across the chest and shoulder, peppered with subtle blackbeads and sequins. It was bold, artistic, and exuded the kind of non-commercialpower that Aaryan could only dream of possessing.

Nikhil walked in, aconfident, knowing look in his eyes, immediately spotting his sister, Tanya.

Tanya, stillbuzzing from her earlier successful stand against Krish, immediately gravitatedtoward Nikhil.

Tanya (Eyes widewith admiration): "Nikhil bhai! My God! Yeh kya pehna hai tumne? You look likea stylish warrior! Krish is turning green with envy, I swear."

Nikhil (Giving hera mock salute): "Just a little something from the archive, Tani. I needed asuit that says, 'I am expensive, and I bite.' And I heard you had your ownlittle showdown earlier?"

Tanya: "I did!I mentioned the Raizada name, and Krish shut up faster than a faulty phone!Bahut accha laga, yaar. Thank you for pushing me."

Nikhil:"Always,Tani. Remember what I said: Aapki value koi aur decide nahi karega.Now, stand tall. Let everyone see the Tanya Raizada that I see."

They shared amoment of easy, affectionate pride, their bond a stark contrast to thestrained, transactional relationships surrounding them.

Nearby, Abhir hadgravitated towards Dr. Shivansh, finding an unexpected warmth in his cousin,who shared some of his late father's (Abhimanyu's) genuine nature.

Shivansh (ClappingAbhir lightly on the back): "Abhir! Kaise ho, yaar? It's good to see youaway from all the drama, looking well. I keep hearing about your music career.You’re a big rockstar now, haan?"

Abhir (Smilingmodestly): "Just trying to make good music, Shivansh Bhai. It’s been mylife since... since everything changed. I mostly do live shows now and somedigital releases. It’s hard work, but apna junoon hai."

Shivansh:"That’s amazing. Abhimanyu Chachu would have been so proud. He alwayswanted you to follow your passion."

Abhir: "Musicis the one thing that still connects me to Maa and Papa... it’s the only placewhere things still make sense."

Shivansh: "I understand. Look, we should actually connect properly. Dawai aur gaane kiduniya mein bohot fark hai, but passion is the same. Come visit us soon."

The two men formeda quiet, respectful connection, separated from the more intense family politicsswirling around Harshvardhan and Manjari.

In a corner near asmaller, decorative fountain, Daksh (Ruhi's son) was already deep inconversation with Jiya and Riya (Shivansh’s twins). The three children, allaround the same age, were immediately comparing video game scores and debatingthe best dessert at the buffet.

Jiya (Grumbling):"I bet the chocolate fountain is boring. Last time, it was toorunny."

Daksh(Confidently): "No way! My Muskan nani hired the best chef. It's going tobe premium. Come on, let's check the macaroons first!"

Ruhi walked over,leading Maira (Armaan and Abhira’s daughter) by the hand. Maira was shy,intimidated by the crowd and the earlier tension.

Ruhi (Gentlypushing Maira forward): "Daksh, Jiya, Riya. This is Maira. She's visitingfrom the Poddar side. Daksh, please take care of your sister and make her feelwelcome. You three can go explore the dessert area, lekin zyada sugar rush matkarna."

Daksh immediatelyincluded Maira. "Hey Maira! Don't worry about the boring grown-ups. Want to see a secret passage I found behind the ferns?"

The four childrenbounded off, finding easy kinship in the opulent, confusing landscape of theadult world. Ruhi watched them go, a small, protective smile on her face.Amidst the high-stakes games of the Goenkas and Poddars, she was determined tokeep the children safe and happy.

The ambient jazzfaded, and the Grand Ballroom was plunged into dramatic darkness. A collectivegasp swept through the room as a powerful spotlight beam cut through the gloom,illuminating the high, vaulted ceiling.

MC (Voice booming):"And now, please welcome the stars of the evening! The Future of thePoddar and Goenka Legacy—Aaryan and Kaira!"

Slowly,majestically, a massive, glittering Curved Moon Structure began to descend fromthe rafters on thick steel cables.

Seated upon it werethe couple. Aaryan looked dashing in a sharp, custom-tailored black tuxedo,waving to the crowd with the grace of a movie star, one arm possessively aroundKaira. Kaira sat beside him, her champagne gold lehenga cascading over the edgeof the moon like liquid starlight. She looked breathtaking, though her grip onthe moon's rim was white-knuckled, her expression a mix of awe and "whoseidea was this?"

On the stage below,the welcoming committee stood ready: Kairav and Muskan, Manoj and Manisha, andArmaan and Abhira.

Vidya (Clappingenthusiastically): "Oh wow! Look at them! Like a fairy tale! BilkulRadha-Krishna jaise lag rahe hain!"

Harshvardhan(Whispering to Manjari, unimpressed): "What is this? An engagement or acircus act? Chand pe baith ke aa rahe hain? Next, they will ask for a rocketlaunch."

Manjari: "Shh,Harsh. It looks... romantic."

The moon descendedsmoothly to the halfway point, hovering about 12 feet above the stage. Aaryan,feeling the adrenaline of the spotlight, decided to lean forward to blow a kissto the audience.

Aaryan (Shoutingover the music): "This is our world, Kairu! We are on top ofeverything!"

Kaira (Whispering fiercely): "Aaryan, sit back! You're rocking the moon!"

Suddenly, a loud,terrifying SNAP! echoed through the silent ballroom like a gunshot.

The primary cableon Aaryan's side, unable to handle the sudden shift in weight (and perhaps notrated for Aaryan’s ego), gave way.

"AAHHHHHHHH!"

The moon structureviolently tilted 90 degrees downward.

Gravity took over.

Aaryan, who wasleaning forward, had no chance. He slid off the slick, glittery surface of themoon like a child on a water slide.

Aaryan (Screaming):"MOM!!! BACHAOOO!"

Below him, Armaanlooked up, eyes widening in horror as he realized he was in the drop zone.Abhira: "Silly Boy! Look ou—"

CRASH!

Aaryan landedsquarely on top of Armaan and Abhira, flattening the poor couple into a pile ofexpensive silks and bruised egos. The three of them sprawled onto the floralstage carpet in a tangle of limbs.

Abhira (Muffledvoice from under the Armaan and Aaryan’s weight): "Mummaaaa Aaaah"

Armaan (Groaning):"My back... my back..."

Above them, chaosreigned. Kaira had managed to grab the remaining suspension wire on her sidejust as the seat tipped. She was now dangling 10 feet in the air, clutching thecable with both hands, her legs kicking wildly in the empty space.

Kaira (Screaming):"Get me down! Main koi acrobat nahi hoon! GET ME DOWN!Aaryaaan,DAD,Nikhil"

As she kicked,physics delivered its second punchline. Her heavy, designer engagement heelswere not strapped on tightly enough for aerial stunts.

Whoosh!

The left heelslipped off her foot. It plummeted straight down. BONK. It bounced off Armaan’shead just as he was trying to push Aaryan off.

Armaan: "OW!What the hell?!"

Whoosh! The rightheel flew off, taking a wider trajectory towards the front row of the audience.Ka-THACK.

It struck KaveriDadi Sa right on her forehead.

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Clutching her head, eyes rolling back): "Hey Ram! Hamla! Attack! Merishaan... mera sar!"

Kajal Bansal(Panicking): "Maa Sa is down! Sniper! No, wait... it's a shoe!"

On stage, Muskanstared up at her daughter dangling like a piñata. Her eyes rolled back, and shegrabbed Kairav’s collar.

Muskan(Hyperventilating): "Kairavji! Meri beti! She is hanging! The moon... themoon is a traitor! Oh my God, is that a tear in the lehenga? Nikhil mujhe maardalega!"

She started fanningherself frantically with her clutch.

Kairav and Manoj(Shouting at the tech crew): "LADDER! Bring a ladder! Stop themusic!"

The children—Daksh,Jiya, Riya, and Maira—seeing the adults screaming and people falling from thesky, did what any sensible children would do. They panicked.

Daksh: "BHAAGO!The sky is falling!"

The four of themstarted sprinting in circles around the stage, weaving through the legs of theshocked Birlas and Poddars, adding to the absolute bedlam.

Harshvardhan(Watching the scene with his mouth open): "Incredible. I called them acircus, but I didn't expect the trapeze act to fail so spectacularly."

Vaani(Runningbehind Jiya and Riya):”JiRi Stop! Ruko!”

Ruhi(Running behindMaira and Daksh): “Dakshu! Maira! Ruko! Badmaash!”

Nikhil, watchingfrom the entrance in his dragon suit, stared at Kaira dangling in the air. Hisinitial shock quickly morphed into a mix of horror and an irresistible urge tolaugh.

Nikhil (Muttering):"Well... at least the stitching on the blouse held up."

The chaos wasabsolute: Aaryan, Armaan, and Abhira in a heap; Kaveri Dadi Sa nursing aheel-shaped injury; and Kaira dangling ten feet in the air, terrified.

Suddenly, a figurein a striking black jacket with a Zardosi dragon darted toward the stage. Itwas Nikhil.

He didn't wait forthe clumsy ladder the catering staff was attempting to bring. Instead, he madea quick, decisive move. He vaulted onto the stage, agile despite his formalwear, and sprang onto the nearest large decorative pillar, using the hiddenstructural support to gain height. With the practiced movement of someone usedto climbing scaffolds for installation art, he scaled the column in seconds.

The crowd watched,mesmerized.

In a powerful,controlled leap, Nikhil reached the dangling moon structure. He didn'thesitate; he grabbed the remaining cable supporting Kaira with one hand andbraced himself against the pillar with a foot.

Nikhil (Voice calmand commanding, looking directly at a terrified Kaira): "Kaira, hold on!Don't look down. Main aa gaya hoon. I've got the cable. Now, listen to myvoice."

He used his otherhand to steady her flailing form. Kaira, hearing the familiar, reassuring tone,squeezed her eyes shut and focused on his voice.

Nikhil: "Okay,slowly, give me your hand. Left hand up."

He expertlymaneuvered himself closer, bridging the gap between the pillar and thestructure. With immense strength, he pulled Kaira toward him, unhooking herdeath-grip from the slick wire and securing her against his chest.

He didn't jumpdown. He smoothly used the remaining cable as a guide, repelling himself andKaira down the cable in a controlled, dramatic slide until they reached thestage. He landed softly, shielding Kaira completely, her champagne lehengabillowing around them both.

A complete silencedescended upon the Grand Ballroom, followed by an immediate wave of reactions.

Ruhi clappedloudly, then let out a sharp, appreciative whistle—the kind heard at a rockconcert.

Harshvardhan Birla,who had been watching the near-disaster with clinical fascination, noddedslowly, a flicker of genuine respect in his eyes. Harshvardhan: "Well,I'll be damned. The boy has guts. And excellent upper body strength. Uselessartist nahi hai."

Abhir and Shivansh,standing side-by-side, immediately high-fived over the audacity and heroism ofthe rescue. Abhir: "That's my friend!" Shivansh: "That was ahell of an entry, yaar!"

While Kairav rushedto check on Kaira, who was now tearfully hugging Muskan, Vidya and Madhav(Armaan’s father) rushed to the pile on the stage.

Vidya (PullingAaryan off with surprising force): "Aaryan! Utho! Look what you've done toyour brother and sister-in-law!"

Madhav helpedArmaan sit up, rubbing his shoulders. Madhav: "Armaan, are you okay? Zorse lagi toh nahi?"

Armaan (Massaginghis neck, glaring at Aaryan): "I'm fine, Papa. Just got flattened by thegroom. And hit by a flying heel. Mera toh shagun ho gaya."

Abhira sat up,pushing her dupatta back into place, her eyes blazing at Aaryan. Abhira:"Aaryan! You couldn't manage a simple moon ride? You fell on us like acollapsing sofa! Humara toh band baja diya!"

Aaryan, dusted offand red-faced, didn't even apologize. He was staring at Nikhil, who was nowbeing praised by Kairav, the jealousy even more potent than it had beenpoolside. Nikhil, the designer, had just saved his fiancée, and the entirehigh-society crowd had witnessed it.

After the shockingmoon-chair incident, the atmosphere in the Grand Ballroom was still electric,but the formality had been forcibly restored. The technicians, sweatingprofusely, had cleared the debris and removed the offending moon structure.Kaira, shaken but steady, was quickly patched up by Muskan and Ruhi and placedfirmly on the stage.

The music shiftedto a gentle, celebratory melody. The ring ceremony proceeded with a heightenedsense of theatricality, the spotlight trained firmly on the couple, ensuring nofurther aerial stunts occurred.

Aaryan, his egostill smarting from the fall (and the rescue by Nikhil), beamed at the cameras.He slid a massive diamond ring onto Kaira's finger with a practiced, possessiveflourish.

Kaira, her eyesclouded with the lingering fear of the near-fall and the sudden realization ofher vulnerability, offered her hand. As Aaryan placed the ring on her finger,the sheer weight of the commitment—and the ring—settled upon her. Shereciprocated, sliding a thick platinum band onto Aaryan's finger.

A roar of applauseerupted. The engagement was official.

Near the back ofthe stage, away from the immediate flurry of congratulations, Ruhi leanedtoward Nikhil, her eyes shadowed with concern.

Ruhi (Muttering):"Nik, ho gaya. They exchanged the rings. We couldn't do anything."

Nikhil watchedKaira, his expression unreadable beneath the dramatic dragon jacket. He hadsaved her life, but he couldn't stop the engagement.

Nikhil (Quietly):"Not yet, Di. The ceremony is done, but the story isn't over. Jaldi bahutthi inhein. We still have time before the actual... bandhan."

Kairav and Muskan,standing nearby accepting polite congratulations, managed wide, triumphantsmiles for the cameras. Yet, internally, they were a bundle of frantic nerves.

Muskan (Whisperingdesperately to Kairav behind her bouquet): "Kairav Ji, ho gaya! Everythingwent according to plan, except the moon falling! But why didn't the main planwork? Kaira is engaged!"

Kairav (Through aplastered smile): "Shant, Muskan. The engagement is a step. Let them enjoytheir temporary victory. Humara plan toh ab shuru hoga."

The Poddars,oblivious to the undercurrents and internal panic of the Goenkas, were baskingin the glow of success.

Manoj and Manishawere exchanging ecstatic looks, already calculating the firm's new equity.

Manisha (To Manoj):"Done! The doctor is officially ours! Now, the wedding should be inJaipur, not here. Humari shaan wahan acchi dikhegi."

Meanwhile, twospecific pairs of eyes locked across the stage with an unspoken agreement.

Vidya met the sterngaze of Kaveri . Vidya, holding her head high, offered a slight, triumphantsmirk.

Vidya (Thinking,happily): Maasa ko dikha diya. Ab yeh doctor bahu ghar aayegi. Main aur Maasamilke iski 'modern' aadatain theek kar denge. She will learn what a 'PoddarBahu' is.

Kaveri Dadi Sareturned the look with a grim, resolute nod. The flying shoe was an insult, butthe engagement was a contract.

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Thinking, victoriously): Tumhe kya laga, Muskan? Ab yeh ladki hamari ho gayi.Ab iski har zid, har azaadi, main khatam karungi.

Aaryan, meanwhile,was completely absorbed in his own happiness. He kissed Kaira's hand again,convinced that the near-fall and heroic rescue only added drama to their lovestory.

Aaryan (Thinking,satisfied): Engaged! No design, no old family trauma, and no ridiculous mooncould stop this. Kaira Goenka is now going to be Kaira Aaryan Poddar.

The rings wereexchanged, the battle lines were drawn, and the real tension of the upcomingwedding was just beginning.

The rings weresecure, and the festivities transitioned to the celebratory dance floor.Waiters circulated with trays of exotic cocktails and champagne, and the airbuzzed with post-ceremony relief and cheer.

The Birlasapproached the engaged couple to offer their congratulations.

Harshvardhan(Offering a stiff handshake to Aaryan): "Aaryan. Good show. You managed tohold onto the ring, if not the moon structure. Kaira, keep your energy focusedon your career. Congratulations."

Manjari smiledfaintly and hugged Kaira, but her gaze immediately swept over the crowd,landing on Abhira, who was standing beside Armaan.

Abhira, stillburning from the public shaming she received earlier, tried to avoid eyecontact, but Manjari’s stare was magnetic.

Manjari (Voicedripping with saccharine concern): "Aaryan Beta, Kaira looks lovely. Youtwo must be very happy. Abhira, beta, you should take care of yourself, too.You seem a little stressed. Maybe all this 'chaos' is too much for you. Armaan,take good care of her, she needs guidance, haina?"

Abhira (Mutteringto Armaan, her fists clenching): "Ugh! I swear, this woman needs a muzzleand a therapy session. Kitni meethi chhuri hai!"

Armaan (Squeezingher arm, keeping a forced smile): "Ignore her, Sweetheart. You lookbeautiful and you are the best mother I know. Let's focus on the dance."

The DJ cued apopular, upbeat track: "Radha" from Student of the Year.

Aaryan and Kairatook center stage for the official couple’s dance. Aaryan, eager to redeem hisearlier fumble, danced with aggressive confidence, trying to look perfectly insync. Kaira, more relaxed now, followed his steps, the champagne lehenga shimmeringunder the lights. It was a well-rehearsed, energetic performance.

Next up, the Goenkaelders stole the show.

Muskan and Kairavstepped onto the floor, and the energy immediately skyrocketed. Kairav,surprisingly light on his feet in his midnight blue sherwani, matched Muskan'sinfectious enthusiasm. Their routine was unexpected—full of playful twirls,dramatic dips, and truly energetic moves that belied their age. They lookedlike a young, genuinely happy couple having the time of their lives.

Vidya (Staring, jawslack): "Did you see that dip? Oh my God, Muskan ji is flying!"

Manisha(Wide-eyed): "Yeh kya hai? They are dancing like college students! Ourdances are so... sanskari."

Kajal (Sanjay’swife): "They have no shame! Itna public display of... energy!"

Not to be outdone,Manisha and Manoj stepped up, attempting a stately but ultimately awkward setof synchronized steps, striving to look every bit as vibrant as the Goenkas,though their moves lacked the effortless joy.

Amidst the swirlingdancers, Abhir and Kiara found themselves momentarily standing next to eachother by the buffet. The former husband and wife, once Charu's spouse andKiara's love interest, now shared a heavy, uncomfortable silence.

Kiara (Fiddlingwith her bracelet): "Hi, Abhir. You... you look good."

Abhir (Gently):"Hi, Kiara. You too. How are things with you?"

Kiara: "Fine.Busy.."

Abhir:""It's good that you're happy here."

Kiara (A flicker ofpain): "Are any of us truly 'happy' in this family, Abhir? Or justsurviving?"

Before theconversation could deepen, Abhir quickly excused himself, the encounter havingbrought back too many painful memories for both of them.

As Aaryan wasmaking his way off the dance floor, basking in the congratulatory claps, he wascornered by a group of his wealthy, snobbish friends.

Friend 1 (ClappingAaryan on the back): "Congrats, Aaryan! Kaira's a catch! Doctor, Goenkamoney... solid!"

Friend 2(Grinning): "Yeah, but seriously, that entry was something! Moon almostcrashed your whole plan, buddy! Thank God for the designer!"

Friend 3 (With asly look): "Speaking of the designer... Nikhil Raizada. He's still around,haan? He saved your fiancée, Aaryan. Bhai, yeh toh thodi over-friendship nahihai?"

Aaryan's smileinstantly vanished. The casual mention of Nikhil—the man who was hotter,richer, more genuinely respected, and had just physically rescued his bride—wasa direct hit to his already fragile ego.

Aaryan (His jawtight): "He's just her childhood friend, nothing more. And he's just adesigner. I'm her fiancé."

Friend 2(Shrugging): "Sure, sure. Just saying. He looked pretty heroic in thatdragon jacket. Anyway, cheers to the contract... I mean, the engagement!"

Aaryan managed astrained laugh, but inside, a dark fire ignited. He realized that Nikhil wasnot just a competitor for Kaira's attention; he was a persistent, highlyvisible threat to Aaryan's entire sense of masculine dominance. The party wasfun, but the war for Kaira had just become officially brutal.

The energy of thedance floor mellowed as the music shifted to something softer. Kaira,recovering from her earlier ordeal, spotted Abhir standing near the stage. Shewalked up to him, accompanied by Muskan and Ruhi.

Kaira(Encouragingly): "Abhir! Gaana gaao na! Please! It’s been so long since weheard you sing, yaar. Especially after all this naatak today."

Muskan: "Yes,Abhir! Give us something soulful! Dil halka ho jayega."

Ruhi (Smilingsoftly): "Go on, Abhir. You know music always fixes everything."

Abhir, initiallyhesitant, nodded. He took a seat on a stool placed near the band, picked up anacoustic guitar provided by the musician, and started strumming the gentleopening chords of "Channa Mereya."

His voice was richand melancholic, filling the grand ballroom with raw emotion.

("Accha chaltahoon... Duaaon mein yaad rakhna...")

As Abhir sang,everyone was captivated. Kiara stood slightly apart, listening. A wave ofunexpected warmth washed over her, the song reminding her of the genuine, kindman Abhir was before the cheating scandal and family politics tore their worldapart.

Aaryan, standing afew feet away, tried to maintain his fiancé smile, but his eyes were dartingeverywhere. He noticed Nikhil, standing near the bar, his dragon-emblazonedjacket making him impossible to ignore. Nikhil was looking at Kaira, hisexpression completely unguarded—a warm, tender smile reserved only for her.

The sight twistedAaryan’s gut. That wasn't the smile of a friend; that was the smile of someonewho loved her.

Aaryan immediatelylooked at Kaira. She, however, was looking straight at Aaryan, her eyes full ofgenuine love and adoration, relieved that the ceremony was over and he washers. She reached out and squeezed his hand tightly.

Kaira (Squeezinghis hand): "Aaryan, I love you."

The loving gesturewas meant to reassure him, but Aaryan’s insecurity, fueled by Nikhil's smile,only grew. He just saw Kaira looking at him with love while Nikhil was lookingat her.

Aaryan (Thinking,paranoid): She's holding my hand to make him jealous! She’s putting on a showfor that cheap designer!

Later, Abhir’s songended, and the lights came up. Aaryan pulled Kaira into a small conversationalcorner.

Aaryan (Puffing outhis chest): "Kairu, you saw the Jindals? They congratulated me personally!They own half the state’s pharmaceutical distribution. And the Birlas, evenwith their Tuntunewali comment drama, they know the importance of the Poddar name."

Kaira (Trying to beenthusiastic): "Yes, Aaryan, it's great, but can we just relax now? I wantto talk about—"

Just then, Nikhiland Ruhi "swooped" in, appearing effortlessly cool and composed.

Nikhil (Smilingwarmly at Kaira): "Kaira, you were brilliant! Holding on like that! Meratoh dil ruk gaya tha."

Ruhi:"Seriously, that was the most dramatic entry ever! But you handled it likea queen. And Abhir’s song was perfect, haina?"

Kaira instantlybeamed, her stiffness from Aaryan’s "status jaap" melting away.

Kaira: "Oh,Ruhi Di! Nik! Thank God you guys came. I was telling Aaryan about the newhospital wing design, and he just keeps talking about 'equity shares' and'hostile takeovers'!"

Aaryan felt theblood rush to his face. Kaira was ignoring him, finding instant refuge andgenuine connection with the people he hated.

Aaryan (Suddenlysnapping, his voice sharp): "Excuse me, Nikhil? Did you just call myfiancée's accident 'brilliant'? This isn't one of your stupid art installationswhere tragedy looks beautiful!"

Nikhil (Meeting hisgaze, losing his casual smile): "I was complimenting her strength, Aaryan.I was there. Main wohin tha jab tum gir gaye the. Maybe you should focus onmaking sure your fiancée doesn't almost fall to her death, instead of worryingabout my jacket."

Aaryan saw red.

Aaryan (Adangerous, high-pitched anger in his voice): "Don't you dare talk to melike that, designer! You think you’re better than me because of that Porsche?Because of a stupid rescue?"

Aaryan lungedforward and roughly grabbed Nikhil's collar, wrenching the dragon motif tight.

Aaryan: "Getout of my face! "

Krish and Armaan,horrified, rushed forward.

Krish:"Aaryan! What are you doing? Let go!"

Armaan:"Aaryan, stop it! This is your engagement party!"

Abhir quickly movedto pull Aaryan back, trying to pry his fingers off Nikhil’s jacket.

Abhir: "Leavehim, Aaryan! Don’t create a scene!"

Kaira, seeing herfiancé lose all control and attack her friend, stepped between them, pushingAaryan’s shoulder.

Kaira (Furious,voice trembling): "Aaryan! Stop it right now! He is my friend! You areembarrassing me in front of everyone! What is wrong with you!"

The entireballroom—Birlas, Poddars, Goenkas, and the elite guests—watched in stunnedsilence.

Aaryan, blinded byrage and humiliation, didn't even register Kaira's presence. He only saw theobstacle, the source of his shame.

In one explosive,reckless motion, Aaryan thrust his hand out and violently pushed Kaira aside.

Kaira stumbledbackward, crashing into a small decorative pedestal and falling hard onto thecarpet. The sound of her fall echoed in the silent room.

Before anyone couldreact to the horrific sight of the groom assaulting the bride, Aaryan turnedback to Nikhil, his eyes manic.

Aaryan (Screaming):"I am the fiancé!"

He delivered awild, powerful punch straight to Nikhil's face.

Nikhil, who wasoff-guard from the push and the shock of Kaira falling, took the full force ofthe blow. He staggered back, his hand flying to his nose. When he removed it, astreak of bright red blood was already staining his chin and dripping onto the blackzardosi of his exquisite jacket.

The last sound inthe ballroom was the horrified gasp of the crowd. The victorious engagementparty had ended in a brutal, bloody brawl.

Part 23: The Promise

The Grand Ballroom remained frozen in shock. The sight of Aaryan hitting Nikhil and violentlypushing Kaira was too raw, too public, and too horrifying for anyone toimmediately process.

Kaira lay where shehad fallen, clutching her side, silent and absolutely traumatised. Her eyes,wide and dull, were fixed on the stain of blood on the stage floor where Nikhilstood swaying. She didn't cry or scream; she was just completely numb.

Muskan was thefirst to reach her daughter, her own panic attack forgotten in a rush ofprotective instinct.

Muskan (Crouchingbeside Kaira, tears streaming): "Meri bacchi! Kaira, look at Mumma! Areyou okay? Where does it hurt?"

Tanya was rightbehind her, kneeling down, her face pale with fury and concern. She helpedMuskan gently lift Kaira into a sitting position.

Tanya: "Don’t move, Kairu. Muskan aunty, isko chalo yahan se nikaalte hain. This place is toxic."

Abhira, despite herown bruises from Aaryan's earlier fall, rushed to Kaira, her lawyer instinctstemporarily replaced by sisterly concern.

Abhira (Voicesoft): "Kaira, aapko chot toh nahi lagi? Let's go to your room. We need adoctor."

While Nikhil wasbeing quietly led away by Ruhi and Abhir, clutching his bleeding nose, Aaryaninstantly snapped out of his violent trance and into "crisismanagement" mode. He saw the hundreds of horrified eyes fixed on him,especially those of the Goenkas and Birlas.

He rushed over toKaira, his face a mask of frantic, faked concern.

Aaryan (Voice strained with false worry, kneeling dramatically): "Kairu! Oh my God! I amso, so sorry! Are you hurt? Please, look at me! I didn't see you, my love, itwas an accident! I was so angry at him... I lost control! Gusse mein galti hogayi!"

He reached out totouch her, but Kaira flinched away, burrowing into Muskan’s shoulder.

Manoj and Kaver iDadi Sa immediately joined the façade.

Manoj (Putting ahand on Aaryan's shoulder, projecting authority): "Yes, Kaira beta, Aaryan got provoked! boy shouldn't have interfered. Humaara beta gusse ka tez hai, but he loves you very much. It was amistake. Badi families mein aisa ho jaata hai."

Kaveri Dadi Sa (Tothe onlookers, her voice commanding): "This is a private family matter!The engagement is complete! No need for this drama. Groom ne gusse mein galtikar di. It's done. Clear the stage!"

The Poddars wereworking hard to whitewash the assault, turning Aaryan’s violence into apassionate 'mistake' and blaming Nikhil for 'provoking' the groom.

Kairav Goenka stoodon the side of the stage, his eyes burning with a slow, lethal anger. His bodywas rigid, every muscle tense, and he was reeking of a fury so intense itseemed to vibrate around him. Aaryan had not only humiliated his daughter buthad physically pushed her to the ground.

He took onedangerous step toward Aaryan.

Kairav (Throughgritted teeth, barely audible): "I swear, main isko abhi—"

Muskan, stillholding Kaira, glanced up and caught Kairav's eye. Her own face was streakedwith tears and fear, but she gave him a small, desperate shake of her head.

Muskan (Her eyessilently screaming): No! Don't ruin it now! Control your anger! Stay quiet!

Kairav understood.If he attacked Aaryan now, the engagement would break immediately, and theywould lose the leverage they needed for their plan. He had to be calm. He hadto be patient.

With a monumentaleffort, Kairav froze. He swallowed the burning rage and turned away, his fistsclenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. He knew this was the momenttheir game had shifted. Aaryan had just signed his own destruction with that singlepunch and push.

The stage remaineda tableau of shattered champagne dreams: the pale, silent bride, the ragingfather, the bleeding best friend, and the hyper-performing, fake-apologeticgroom.

Kaira had beentaken back to her suite by Muskan and Tanya, still reeling from the shock. Adoctor had confirmed she was bruised but not seriously injured. The doorclicked open and Aaryan walked in, having shaken off the remnants of his publicbreakdown and put his "damage control" face on.

He found Kairasitting silently on the sofa, her champagne lehenga slightly crumpled, her eyesdull.

Aaryan (Rushing toher, his voice dripping with repentance): "Kairu, my love! Thank God, tumtheek ho. I was so scared! Look at my hands, they are still shaking! I swear, Ihave never been this angry in my life!"

He dramaticallydropped to his knees in front of her.

Aaryan:"Please, meri baat suno. That Nikhil... he pushed my buttons! He wasalways trying to come between us, and seeing him laugh at our entry, thenacting like a hero... I just lost it! Yeh sab uski wajah se hua!"

He reached for herhand, kissing her knuckles repeatedly.

Aaryan: "Youknow how much I love you, jaan. That push... that was for him, but you camebetween us. It was a mistake, a slip, not intentional! You are my world! Ican't breathe without you! Mujhe maaf kar do, please!"

Kaira finallylooked at him, her eyes cold. The smooth, practiced lies only hardened herresolve.

Kaira (Voicesteady, cutting through his dramatics): "Stop it, Aaryan. Band karo yehacting. You didn't 'slip.' You pushed me. And you punched my friend, Nikhil,because he stood up to your ego."

Aaryan’s heartsank. The usual manipulation wasn't working.

Kaira (Leaningforward, her voice low and firm): "I will not tolerate thispossessiveness, and I will not tolerate violence. Not now, not ever. Mera decision suno."

She removed herhand from his grip.

Kaira: "You will go right now and apologise to Nikhil. Sincerely. Publicly. For pushing me,and for hitting him. If you don't say sorry to Nikhil, this engagement is off.I mean it, Aaryan."

Aaryan stared ather, stunned. Apologize to his rival? That would be a bigger humiliation thanthe moon crash!

Before Aaryan couldargue, the door opened, and the three formidable Poddar women—Kaveri Dadi Sa,Vidya, and Manisha—swept in, sensing trouble.

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Ignoring Aaryan on the floor, addressing Kaira sternly): "Kaira, beta.What is this nonsense? Engagement ho gayi hai. You cannot talk about breakingit over a small fight between men!"

Vidya (Softlypoisonous): "Yes, dear. Boys fight. Lekin un sab mein hum ladkiyon ko nahiaana chahiye. You must understand his mardaangi."

Manisha (Pleading):"Kaira, socho humari izzat ka kya hoga? This is just about an apology?Aaryan is the groom! Nikhil is just a friend!"

Ruhi, who hadfollowed them, immediately stepped forward, placing herself near Kaira.

Ruhi (Directlyaddressing her in-laws, her voice calm but authoritative): "Ma,Dadisa,Manisha Chachi. Bas ho gaya. Kaira is clearly shaken. Please let her rest andbe alone. She needs to decide for herself. Aap logon ko abhi yahan rehne kizaroorat nahi hai."

Ruhi’s unexpectedfirmness, and the implication that she knew their manipulative ways,successfully stopped them in their tracks. Grumbling, the three women backedout, leaving Aaryan stranded.

Abhira remained,supporting her sister-in-law. She looked Aaryan straight in the eye, havingwitnessed the whole spectacle.

Abhira (Sternly):"Kaira is right, Aaryan. You were absolutely wrong. You embarrassed thewhole family, and you hurt her friend. You need to say sorry to Nikhil. Youbroke the trust in front of everyone."

Cornered by hisfiancée's absolute demand and the united front of the Goenka women , and withthe thought of the Goenka hospital and money flashing before his eyes, Aaryanmade his painful decision.

Aaryan (Grittinghis teeth, forcing the words out): "Fine! Theek hai! I will do it. I willapologize to Nikhil. Anything for you, Kaira. Lekin yeh baat yahin khatam hojaani chahiye."

Kaira watched him,her expression unchanged. The apology was merely the first test. Aaryan knew hehad dodged a bullet, but he also knew his grip on Kaira was far weaker than hehad imagined.

Away from Kaira’ssuite, near a quiet service corridor, Abhir paced restlessly. He was seething,his hands balled into fists. The sight of Aaryan pushing Kaira—his littlesister had triggered a blinding rage he hadn't felt since his youth. He ran hishand through his hair, frustration palpable.

Abhir (Mutteringfuriously ): "Usko maar dena chahiye tha! How dare he touch her? UsneKaira ko dhakka kaise mara? Who does he think he is? Aaryan Poddar is amonster!"

He was stopped by afirm hand on his shoulder. It was Dr. Shivansh, his face calm but serious.Trailing slightly behind them was Harshvardhan Birla, looking unusuallythoughtful.

Shivansh (Gently):"Abhir, look at me. Breathe. Shant ho jaa. Losing your temper like thatwill only give Aaryan more ammunition. You need to be calm for Kaira."

Abhir (Voice tightwith emotion): "But Shivansh Bhai, woh meri behen hai! I just watched herget pushed by that brute, and I couldn't do anything! Mera khoon khaultahai!"

Harshvardhanstepped closer, his usual dismissive tone replaced by a rare, cold pragmatism.

Harshvardhan(Gravelly voice): "I understand your rage, Abhir. You saw a display ofviolence and toxic masculinity. But let sentiment go for a moment and look atthe facts. That boy, Aaryan, he is bad news for Kaira."

Abhir and Shivanshlooked at Harshvardhan, surprised by his directness.

Harshvardhan:"Kaira Goenka is a brilliant dermatologist. Her career is booming; she hasthe potential to become a national name. The Poddars are lawyers; they deal incontrol, power, and suffocating structure. That push? That wasn't just anger.That was the first public exhibition of the control he intends to impose onher."

He adjusted hissuit, his sharp eyes fixed on Abhir.

Harshvardhan:"If Kaira marries him, the Poddars—Kaveri and that shrew Vidya—will demandshe slow down, prioritize 'family legacy,' and dim her light. They will destroyher booming career and reduce her to a fancy trophy wife. You know I don't caremuch for the Goenkas' theatrics, but Kaira is a talented doctor. Don't letthose Poddar leeches ruin her future."

Abhir felt a chill run down his spine. Coming from Harshvardhan—a man who valued professionalachievement above all else—the warning carried immense weight. He was seeingthe situation not through the lens of family drama, but as a professionaldisaster for his sister.

Overwhelmed by thevalidation and the stark reality of the threat, Abhir instinctively reached outand hugged his Dadu.

Abhir (Quietly):"Thank you, Dadu. Aap theek keh rahe hain. I understand."

Harshvardhan,visibly stiffening at the unexpected public display of affection, patted Abhirawkwardly on the back once, but didn't pull away immediately.

The rest of theBirla contingent approached, ready to take their leave.

Manjari (TakingAbhir's hand, her voice soft and tearful): "Abhir, beta. We are leavingnow. I know you are staying here with your Goenka family, but please... comehome to the Birla Mansion in Udaipur. You and Ruhi both. That house is waitingfor its children. Humne bahut time waste kar diya hai."

Dr. Nishta and Dr.Vaani nodded in agreement.

Nishta (Bua ofAbhir): "Yes, Abhir. Come stay with us. We miss you. The twins areconstantly asking for their chachu"

Vaani: "We cancatch up properly. Come have dinner with us soon. Please."

The sincerity ofthe invitation touched Abhir. The Birlas were flawed and complicated, but theywere his family.

Abhir (Nodding):"I will, Dadi. I promise. I will come to the Birla Mansion soon."

After final,subdued goodbyes, the Birlas departed, leaving Abhir armed with Harshvardhan'sstark warning and a renewed sense of family connection. He knew, now more thanever, that he needed to protect Kaira from the storm brewing in the Poddarhousehold.

Part 22 and 23 are out!

Yeah everyone is focused on aryan but Aryan does have a point. Nikhil is trying to rile him up. Someone needs to warn nikhil too. Kafi smug hai ye banda.

Ye Aryan to domestic violence wala nikla. But yeah his paranoia makes sense.

Kairav muskan unnecessary dragging this function. These people gave too much power to kaira. Kaira also seeing Aryan slowly so they could have intervened stopped the function then

That moon part is hillarious lol

Abhira supporting kaira iska kuch chal raha hai

Part 24: The Jhaadu Retaliation

The Poddar-Goenkafamilies and the remaining elite guests were clustered near the exit, buzzingwith whispered speculation about the evening's explosive end. A hush fell asAaryan reappeared, dragging his feet slightly, his face set in a performance offorced humility.

He approachedNikhil, who was standing with a determined Ruhi and Abhir. Nikhil’s lower lipwas slightly swollen, and a small bandage covered the bridge of his nose wherethe worst of the blow had landed.

Aaryan (Loudly,ensuring everyone heard): "Nikhil. I... I owe you an apology."

He hesitated, theword tasting like ash in his mouth.

Aaryan: "Ideeply regret my actions. I lost my temper completely. I was under stress, andyour presence... I mean, the whole moon accident... gusse mein maine tumhe maardiya. I was completely out of line. I am sorry for hitting you, and for pushingKaira. Mujhe maaf kar do, yaar. I promise, this will never happen again."

Nikhil simplystared at him, his eyes cold and unwavering, making no attempt to accept thehandshake Aaryan reluctantly offered.

Before Nikhil couldrespond, Muskan stepped forward, her gentle exterior replaced by a chillingcalm. She looked at Aaryan not as a potential son-in-law, but as damaged goods.

Muskan (Her voiceclear and sharp, cutting through Aaryan's performance): "Your apology isnoted, Aaryan. But understand one thing very clearly: you apologized for yourown benefit, not for our family's. You didn't lose control; you chose to useyour fist. And you chose to push Kaira."

She paused, lettingthe severity of her words sink in.

Muskan: "Yehpehli aur aakhri baar hoga.The next time you choose violence, you will not justlose Kaira, but you will lose every single thing the Poddar name values. HumGoenka hain. We fight differently."

The direct, publicthreat—delivered without shouting—hit Aaryan harder than any slap. Heswallowed, realizing he wasn't just dealing with Kaira, but with a mother whowas a strategic mastermind.

As Aaryanstammered, trying to regain control, Tanya stepped right up to him, her teallehenga rustling, her gaze intense and dangerously protective.

Tanya (Low,ferocious whisper): "Listen to me very carefully, Aaryan Poddar. That suityou're wearing? That money? It doesn't mean anything to me. This manhere—" she gestured to Nikhil "—is my bhai. He is the only family Ichoose, the only one who sees me as worthy."

She leaned in, hereyes flashing.

Tanya: "Youever, and I mean ever, lay a finger on him again, or on Kaira, and I will makesure your name, your precious firm, and your entire reputation are dismantledpiece by piece. You understand? You apologise to him with your words, but yourespect him with your actions. Don't try me, Aaryan."

Tanya’s warning,backed by the implicit power of the Raizada name, was the final blow. Aaryan,pale and defeated, could only nod mutely..

Nikhil watchedAaryan wilt under the combined force of Muskan and Tanya's fury. When Aaryanfinally offered a pathetic, trembling nod of defeat, Nikhil stepped forward,cutting off any further humiliation.

Nikhil (A forced,magnanimous smile spreading across his lips): "It's alright, Aaryan. Hogaya. Friends fight, and it was a stressful day." He even clapped Aaryangently on the shoulder—the one that hadn't been recently punched. "Iforgive you, man. Let's move past this. We're going to be family now, afterall. Bros, right?"

Nikhil’s easyforgiveness, offered while his face was still visibly bruised, stunned Aaryan.It simultaneously relieved and infuriated him. He felt like he had won themoral high ground without losing his fiancée.

Aaryan (Managing ashaky, relieved smile): "Y-yes! Bros. Exactly. Thank you, Nikhil. Iappreciate that."

Kaveri Dadi Saimmediately descended, grabbing Aaryan’s arm with a vice-like grip.

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Hissing): "Enough of this nonsense. Armaan! Take your brother. Let’s go,before he ruins the Poddar name any further."

Aaryan, escortedlike a misbehaving child by Kaveri Dadi Sa and a silent Armaan, was quicklywhisked out of the ballroom, leaving the Goenkas and Ruhi alone with Nikhil.

As the door swungshut behind the Poddar contingent, Kairav and Muskan walked toward Nikhil,their expressions a mixture of confusion and intense curiosity.

Muskan(Whispering): "Nikhil... yeh kya tha? Why did you let him off so easily?And why were you laughing when Kaira was dangling? I heard you!"

Kairav (Sternly):"And the moon! Nikhil, the technician swore the structure wastriple-checked. That cable snapped right when Aaryan leaned forward! Whatactually happened?"

Nikhil leanedagainst the bar, adjusting his dragon jacket and carefully dabbing his nosewith a tissue. He smiled—not the warm smile for Kaira, but a shrewd, tacticalgrin.

Nikhil (His voicelow, confidential): "The technician was right, Kairav Mama. The structurewas fine. I made sure of it." He looked at their stunned faces. "Itold you, Aaryan ko expose karna hai toh uske weak points pe attack karnapadega. His weapon is his ego. His weakness is his control."

Ruhi (Realizationdawning, a gasp): "Nik, you didn't... you tampered with the moon?"

Nikhil (Noddingslowly, confirming the suspicion): "It was me who tampered with the moonstructure. I loosened the primary tension cable on his side just enough so thatany sudden, aggressive movement—like an ego-filled lunge or a dramaticwave—would cause it to tilt violently."

Kairav and Muskanstared at him, absolutely speechless.

Muskan:"Nikhil! Lekin Kaira... she could have been seriously hurt!"

Nikhil (His smilefading, a flicker of serious regret in his eyes): "I know, Muskan Aunty,and that risk still makes me sick. But I calculated the fall distance. Thestage was low, and the other cable was secure. I knew the moon would tilt, notcompletely detach. I did this purposefully to expose Aaryan's dark side."

Nikhil: "Theplan was never to break the engagement by the fall. The plan was to trigger hisultimate insecurity and ego in a public setting. He felt humiliated by thecrash, he saw me as the hero, his friends mocked him, and his fiancée smiled atme. That was the perfect cocktail to push him past his limit. It worked."

He looked at theshocked, appreciative faces of the senior Goenkas.

Nikhil: "Now,everyone saw it. Not just us. The Birlas saw the violence. The Poddars saw thelack of control. And Kaira saw that rage is his default. I am using my mind toexpose him, not evil. The engagement is on, but Aaryan’s reputation is finished,and Kaira's trust is broken."

Kairav (A slow,admiring grin spreading across his face): "Nikhil... tum toh humse bhi dokadam aage ho! You turned an engagement ceremony into a psychologicalexperiment."

Muskan (Shaking herhead in stunned relief): "My God, Nikhil. Tum sach mein genius ho."

Back in Kaira’ssuite, the room was quiet. Aaryan, after his public apology, had returned toKaira, knowing he had to to convince her. Kaira, exhausted and still numb fromthe trauma, listened as Aaryan employed his most effective manipulativetactics—a blend of self-pity, future-faking, and deflection.

Aaryan (Holding herhands tightly, voice choked): "Kairu, I know you're hurt. But please,please look at the pressure I'm under. The Poddar legacy, the Goenkaexpectations... I am building an empire for us! And then that Nikhil keepshovering... He makes me annoyed. Mujhe samajh nahi aata ki main kyakaroon!"

Aaryan: "Youare my anchor, Kairu. You stabilize me. Without you, I’m just a mess. Thatanger? It's proof of how desperately I love and need you. This violence is justthe stress of the world coming out, not a reflection of how I feel for you. Youare the doctor, you can fix me. Please don't give up on us because of onemistake. We have a lifetime of happiness waiting."

Kaira stared at thewall, her mind struggling to process the events. She saw the glittering futurehe painted—the powerful, perfect life—and felt too weary to fight it.

Kaira (Softly, hervoice lifeless): "Aaryan this was not good.You shouldn’t have punchedNikhil,Kya hogaya hai tumhe? Why have you changed?."

She pulled her handaway, avoiding his eyes.

Kaira: "Justpromise me, if you ever raise your hand in anger, towards me or anyone, yehrishta wahin khatam ho jayega. I won't give you another chance.You need torespect Nikhil"

Aaryan (Sighing inrelieved triumph, hiding it with a solemn nod): "I promise, Kaira.Forever."

Kaira simply noddedback, her expression one of resigned compliance. Her heart was not in thisagreement; her state was numbed, the love and trust for Aaryan alreadybeginning its painful break away.

The next morning,the Poddars and the Goenkas gathered in the opulent drawing-room of the PoddarHouse for a post-engagement puja and discussions. The atmosphere was strainedbut outwardly polite.

The Pandit Ji,consulted on auspicious timings, announced the news that sent a ripple throughthe room.

Pandit Ji:"The stars are in perfect alignment for a wedding. Bahut achcha mahurathai. There is a clear window starting in 10 days."

Kaveri Dadi Sa (Atriumphant gleam in her eye): "10 days! Shandar! We cannot afford to missthis muhurat! Kairav, Muskan, hum taiyyari shuru karte hain!"

Aaryan (Eagerlyjumping at the chance to seal the deal): "Yes! Pandit Ji is right! Kaira, 10days! Jaldi shaadi karte hain!"

Kairav and Muskanexchanged a quick, knowing look. This was happening faster than they planned,butthey knew that Kaira will realise soon.

Kairav (Calm butnervous): "Agreed. If the stars align, then Ten days it is. We will managethe arrangements."

Muskan (Smilingbrightly): "We look forward to the wedding, Aunty."

Vidya, Manoj, andManisha happily agreed, thrilled to lock down the Goenka asset immediately.

Everyone looked atKaira for confirmation.

Kaira (Her gazedistant, her response barely audible): "Yes. Ten days."

She agreedhalf-heartedly, the decision less about marriage and more about passivelyaccepting the relentless momentum of the two powerful families.

Abhira and Tanya,sitting together, noticed the hollow ring to Kaira's consent. They observed theblankness in Kaira’s eyes and the way she instinctively distanced herself fromAaryan.

Tanya (Whisperingsadly to Abhira): "Abhira, look at Kaira. She looks... dead. Woh khushnahi hai."

Abhira (Shaking herhead, observing the bruising on Kaira’s arm): "I know, Tanya . Uska diltoot gaya hai. After what he did last night, she's just going through themotions. “

They exchanged alook of shared concern, both knowing that the upcoming wedding was not acelebration, but a ticking time bomb. The silence in Kaira's heart meant thatwhen the breaking point came—when the last straw snapped on the mandap—it wouldbe final.

Kairav, Muskan, andRuhi went immediately to the Goenka Villa, where Nikhil was resting. He waslounging on a plush sofa, an ice pack pressed gently to his bruised nose,looking remarkably calm despite the drama and the physical injury.

Muskan (Rushing in,frantic): "Nikhil! Are you crazy? Ten days! We agreed to expose Aaryan,not rush Kaira into the wedding!Why did you told us to chose the earliestmuhurat?"

Kairav (Gravelly):"Yes, Nikhil. This is moving too fast. We needed more time for Kaira toprocess the manipulation and for our final step. What do we do now?"

Nikhil opened hiseyes, a faint, confident smile playing on his lips. He signaled them to sitdown.

Nikhil (Sighingcontentedly): "Chill, Muskan Aunty. Relax. Everything is going exactlyaccording to plan."

Ruhi: "ButNik, Kaira agreed to the Ten days! She looked so numb, like she gave up."

Nikhil:"Exactly. That numbness is the crucial step. Aaryan's manipulation workedone last time, yes. He convinced her to stay. But what he did was break herheart and her trust."

He shifted the icepack.

Nikhil: "Thinkabout it. The push and the punch were Aaryan’s peak performance of rage. Hisapology was his peak performance of manipulation. Kaira has seen the fullspectrum of his toxicity in 24 hours. She has agreed to the wedding with ahalf-heart, aur yeh half-heart hi hamari jeet hai."

Nikhil (Leaningforward, his eyes sharp, the voice turning soft and intense): "In the nextTen days, Aaryan will be overly sweet, overly possessive, and overlycontrolling, all in the name of 'love.' That fragile agreement she made—ussagreement ko woh khud hi todega. Kaira will get her sense back soon, and itwill be on the day when it matters most. Because that girl is my childhoodfriend; I know her better than she knows herself. She values freedom andrespect more than any legacy. I'm not just fighting for her career; I'mfighting for her. I can't see my Kaira dim her light for a boy who doesn't deserveher sparkle."

Kairav and Muskanexchanged a long, meaningful look. Kairav raised an eyebrow at his wife. Muskanstifled a giggle, their eyes meeting in hilarious agreement over Nikhil'spassionate confession disguised as strategy.

Muskan (Shaking herhead, playfully): "Oho! Suddenly the designer is speaking like a fulllover boy! Sirf friend ke liye itna dard?"

Kairav (Grinning,elbowing Muskan): "Haan, yaar. He sounds like he's rehearsing adeclaration of love for a film! Well, Nikhil, if you're going to talk about hersparkle and freedom with such passion, Muskan and I would happily accept you asour damaad (son-in-law)."

Nikhil (A genuineblush creeping up his neck, despite the bruised nose): "Uncle! Aunty!Focus on the plan!"

Ruhi (Smiling,shaking her head at the trio): "I think the plan is working perfectly.Just promise me, Jiju," she said, winking at Nikhil, "that when Kairarealizes she needs to make the final break, you'll be there to catch her."

Nikhil (Grinning,the strategic fire back in his eyes): "I promise, Saali Sahiba Ruhi."

In Afternoon, Dr.Kaira Goenka reported for duty at the prestigious Birla Hospital. Shedding theoppressive silks of the previous night, she was dressed simply and practicallyin a crisp white shirt tucked into loose-fitting, baggy jeans, a look that screamedcompetence and independence. She still moved slowly, her exhaustion and theemotional fallout clinging to her like a shadow.

She was engrossedin reviewing a patient's file in the Dermatology wing when the door to heroffice swung open, and Harshvardhan Birla walked in. He wasn't wearing hisusual severe CEO look; his expression was subdued and thoughtful.

Harshvardhan(Standing in the doorway): "Dr. Goenka. Good morning."

Kaira (Standing upimmediately, professional): "Good morning, Sir. I apologize if myattendance is sub-par today; I understand the... events."

Harshvardhan(Waving a dismissive hand): "Sit down. Don't be ridiculous. You're here,and you're treating patients. That's more than half the board does on a regularMonday."

He approached herdesk and placed a small, neatly wrapped protein bar and a premium brand ofelectrolyte drink next to her files.

Harshvardhan (gruffly): "Eat this. You looked like a ghost last night. And I don't paymy top specialists to run on fumes. Aapki efficiency kam ho jayegi."

Kaira stared at theitems, surprised by the unexpected, almost grandfatherly care hidden beneathhis eccentric, strict personality.

Kaira (A soft,genuine smile touching her lips): "Thank you, Sir. That's... verythoughtful."

Harshvardhan(Leaning against the desk): "Thoughtful? No. It's pragmatic. Unlike thatcircus act you two put on yesterday. Tell me, Kaira, how is your head? And yourfriend's nose?"

Kaira (Her smilefading): "We're both fine, Sir. A little bruised, but functional. We'vemoved past it."

Harshvardhan:"Hmph. Moving past things is never as easy as sweeping them under thecarpet. Especially with that Poddar boy." He lowered his voice."Look, I gave Abhir some advice last night. Now I'm giving it to you,Doctor se Doctor ki baat. You are a valuable asset to this field, Kaira. Don'tlet anyone—least of all a husband—tell you where your boundaries are. Youfought hard for this career."

He straightened up,his tone returning to his usual brusque manner, but the warmth remained in hiseyes.

Harshvardhan:"Speaking of which, I assume you'll be needing leave soon. When do theofficial wedding rituals begin?"

Kaira: "Sir,that's what I wanted to discuss. The Pandit Ji found an immediate muhurat. Thewedding is in ten days. I will need to take leave starting tomorrow for thefinal arrangements."

Harshvardhan's jawdropped. The great man who rarely showed emotion looked genuinely flustered.

Harshvardhan (Hisvoice booming, a mix of disbelief and professional outrage): "Ten days?!Are you mad?! Ten days for a wedding of this scale? You're marrying the heir ofthe Poddar empire! My God, the logistics alone require a month! That is preposterous!"

He ran a hand overhis clean-shaven head, his frustration palpable.

Harshvardhan:"Who is responsible for this managerial catastrophe? The Poddars? They canargue a case, but they can't manage a calendar! Fine! Take your ten days! But Iexpect you back the day the shubh muhurat ends! And I want a detailedtransition plan on my desk before you walk out of that door today. Noexceptions, Dr. Goenka!"

Kaira watched him,amused yet touched. He was screaming about logistics and paperwork, but thereal concern was evident. She realized, for the first time, that inHarshvardhan Birla, she had an unexpected, powerful guardian who valued herprofession above family politics.

Kaira (Standing up,tucking the protein bar into her jeans pocket): "Consider it done, Sir.The plan will be on your desk. Thank you for the advice, and thebreakfast."

Harshvardhan justgrunted and strode out, his own eccentric way of wishing her well. Kaira lookedat the demanding chart, the comforting jeans, and the protein bar. The next tendays would be chaos, but she knew she was not just Kaira the broken bride; shewas Dr. Kaira Goenka, and she had a career and people who genuinely believed inher.

Kaira settled backinto her consultation chair, the remnants of her conversation with Harshvardhanstill echoing in her mind. She pulled up the file for her next patient.

Kaira (To herself,reading the name): "Nikhil Raizada... well, that's certainly fast."

Her assistantushered in her next patient. Nikhil walked in, still wearing a sleek designerensemble, but the bandage on his nose was the main feature. He gave Kaira adramatic, pained expression.

Nikhil (With aflourish): "Dr. Goenka. It's an honor. Though I must say, this is the mostpainful appointment I've ever had to book."

Kaira (Trying tohide an amused smile): "Nikhil, sit down. We established yesterday thatyou are the most dramatic patient I've ever had. I saw the fall—you were fineuntil the camera turned on."

She felt a wave ofgenuine guilt wash over her and sighed.

Kaira: "Itruly am sorry, Nik. I shouldn't have let Aaryan get to that point. It'sunforgivable that he hurt you."

Nikhil (Waving ahand, leaning back in the chair and using his 'manly charm'): "Please,Kairu. Don't be sorry. It's just a bruise. Nothing a little aestheticenhancement won't fix." He lowered his voice, his eyes twinkling."Besides, I get bragging rights now—punched by my best friend's fiancé,then saved by my best friend."

He gave her aslight, knowing smile that was intended to subtly flirt with Kaira, remindingher of their easy connection.

Kaira got down tobusiness. She carefully examined the bruise and the slight swelling on hisnose.

Kaira: "Thebone is fine. You just have significant soft tissue trauma. We need to reducethe inflammation and treat the bruising to prevent any long-termdiscoloration."

She wrote out aprescription.

Kaira: "Takethese anti-inflammatories for two days. And apply this specialized arnicagel." She picked up a small, elegant jar from her drawer, labeling itquickly. "And this—" she handed him the special jar, "this is asample of the new, expensive regenerative serum we are testing. It's meant toaccelerate healing and minimize scarring. Use it religiously. It's special,just like the... patient."

Nikhil (Taking thejar, his eyes locking with hers): "A personalized, expensive sample fromthe best dermatologist in the city? Kairu, you spoil me. I promise to use itonly at the risk of becoming too handsome."

Kaira leaned back,the medical check-up finished. The atmosphere shifted as their conversationturned personal, moving from surface-level chatter to the deep, core issuesexposed the previous night.

Kaira: "Thankyou for forgiving Aaryan so easily, Nikhil. It saved a bigger disaster."

Nikhil (His usualcharm replaced by sincere gravity): "I didn't forgive Aaryan, Kairu. Iforgave the situation. But listen to me, heart-to-heart, as your best friend,and maybe, just maybe, as someone who understands you."

He leaned in, hisvoice low and compelling, allowing his magic of words on love, respect, andcare to start having an effect on Kaira.

Nikhil:"Love... true love is not a cage. It's not about ownership, and it'scertainly not about screaming, 'I am the fiancé!' True love should make youfeel safe, not terrified. It should be your refuge, Kairu, not another sourceof stress."

Kaira (Looking downat her hands): "But he said he was just stressed and honestly his familyis so toxic.."

Nikhil: "No.Your job is to heal patients, not to fix broken egos or control someone else'srage. And respect? Respect is non-negotiable. It means listening to yourfeelings, respecting your friends, and never, ever raising a hand to push youaside. You are a whole, brilliant woman. You deserve a man who respects yourspace and your strength."

He reached out andgently rested his hand near hers on the desk, not quite touching.

Nikhil: "Careis in the small things, Kairu. It's in the quiet support, the knowing look, thetrust that doesn't need to be publicly asserted. Does Aaryan truly care foryou, Kaira the doctor, the person, or does he just care for Kaira the asset? Don'tconfuse control with commitment."

Kaira remainedsilent, absorbing his words. They didn't feel like typical criticism; they feltlike a mirror, reflecting the ugly truth she was trying to deny. The contrastbetween Aaryan's possessive, volatile outbursts and Nikhil's calm, genuineconcern was stark. His words weren't just about Aaryan; they were about whatshe deserved.

A subtle, vitalshift happened inside Kaira. The numbness began to crack, replaced by thepainful awareness that Nikhil was right. Her love and trust for Aaryan werefundamentally breaking away, and no amount of self-deception could put themback together.

The atmosphere inthe Poddar mansion, already tense from the morning's quick wedding decision,shattered completely when Kaveri Dadi Sa decided that Aaryan's public disgracerequired a traditional, hands-on remedy.

The moment Aaryanwalked back into the living room after the muhurat discussion, looking smuglyrelieved that the wedding date was set, Kaveri Dadi Sa appeared from thekitchen, wielding a long-handled jhaadu (broom) like a warrior's weapon.

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Voice booming, eyes narrowed in mock fury): "Aaryan Poddar! Ruk jaa! Youthink just a little apology fixed the mess you created? You humiliated theentire Poddar khandaan! Falling from a moon like a sack of potatoes! And thenpushing the bahu! This is not how a future CEO behaves!"

Aaryan froze, hissuit jacket suddenly feeling like a prison.

Aaryan (Whining,trying to duck): "Dadi Sa! Stop! Please! It was an accident!"

Kaveri Dadi Saadvanced, bringing the broom down sharply on his back and shoulders, the blowsmore comedic than painful, but deeply humiliating.

Kaveri Dadi Sa:"Accident? You made the Goenkas look good! And you let that designer boybleed on the stage! Now take this! This is for the tamasha! This is for theizzat you ruined!"

She chased himaround the plush sofas, delivering light but effective whacks with the broom,making a loud thwack-thwack-thwack sound against his expensive clothing.

Aaryan (Running,yelping): "Armaan bhai! Papa! Bachaao!"

Manoj and Vidyawatched, torn between shock and suppressed amusement, but wisely choosing notto interfere with the matriarch's hilarious ritualistic cleansing.

The spectacle wastoo much for Tanya to contain. She had been standing near the staircase, andseeing the arrogant Aaryan being chased and beaten with a broom by his owngrandmother—after the previous night's drama—was pure, unadulteratedschadenfreude.

Tanya threw herhead back and began to laugh openly and loudly. It was a clear, unrestrained,delighted sound that filled the room.

Tanya (Clutchingher stomach, wiping a tear): "Oh my God! This is the best day ever! Nani Sa,ek udhar bhi maar dijiye! He deserves it! The great Aaryan Poddar—defeated by ajhaadu!"

She wasn't tryingto hide her glee; she wanted Aaryan to see it, adding insult to his injuredego.

Krish,Aaryan's brother, was standing next toTanya. He was absolutely shocked by his wife's blatant disrespect. Even thoughhe often felt overshadowed by Aaryan, publicly laughing at the family head'spunishment was a huge breach of Poddar decorum.

Krish (PullingTanya's arm, whispering harshly): "Tanya! Shhh! What are you doing? Maa iswatching! This isn't funny! Stop laughing!"

Tanya (Stillchuckling, shaking off his hand): "Oh, Krish. You're still worried aboutMaa ? Open your eyes. This is the truth of this house. If I can't laugh at himwhen he's being beaten, I'll choke on my own silence. He got what hedeserved."

Krish could onlystare at his wife, realizing once again how little she feared the Poddar rulesand how fiercely she stood against their hypocrisy. The public punishment ofAaryan provided a moment of cathartic release for Tanya, further cementing herposition as a rebellious outsider in the Poddar clan.

Later that night,Aaryan insisted on taking Kaira out to the serene Lake Pichola, away from theprying eyes of the family. He wanted to secure his fragile victory and ensureKaira was fully re-committed.

He had arranged fora small, private boat draped with fairy lights and flowers. As they floatedgently on the dark water, Aaryan launched into his practiced routine ofapologies and "love dovey nautanki."

Aaryan (Holding herhands across the small table, his voice soft): "Kairu, look at this. Thispeace... this is what I want for us. I promise, yesterday was the last time.Main hamesha tumhari respect karunga. I love you so much, jaan. The thought oflosing you... it drives me mad. Please, just forgive me fully. I’ll be the besthusband, I swear."

He recounted theirhappiest memories, weaving them into a narrative of their perfect, powerfulfuture.

Kaira watched him,the moonlight highlighting the sincerity in his eyes, even though her brainregistered the performance. She offered a small, weary smile. She desperatelywanted to believe him.

Kaira (Softly,almost casually): "Aaryan, I know you love me. And I accept your apology.But if we are getting married in ten days, the outfits need to be finalizedimmediately. I need to know you respect my choices, especially myfriends."

Aaryan (Relieved):"Of course! We will order Sabyasachi, darling. The best! Only the topdesigner for my bride!"

Kaira (Shaking herhead slightly): "No. Hamari shaadi ke kapde... our bridal outfits will bedesigned by Nikhil."

Aaryan's faceimmediately fell. The blood drained from his face as he registered the fullimplication: working intimately with his chief rival. His fists clenched in hislap.

Aaryan(Stuttering): "N-Nikhil? But Kairu, he's just a designer. And after thefight... Mera toh ego hurt ho jayega, yaar."

Kaira (Her smiletightening, a subtle test): "He's the best designer, Aaryan. And he's mybest friend. If you truly respect me, you will respect him. Kya tum mere liyeitna nahi kar sakte? Please agree, Aaryan. It would mean the world to me."

The dilemma wastorturous for Aaryan. Agreeing meant humiliation; refusing meant risking theengagement and the Goenka fortune. The thought of losing the hospital contractwas scarier than his ego.

Aaryan (Forcing awide, cheerful smile, swallowing his pride): "Done! Anything for my Kairu!You want Nikhil, you get Nikhil! We will have the most artistic outfits ever!See? Main tumhare liye sab kuch kar sakta hoon. My ego is nothing compared to yourhappiness."

Kaira watched himcarefully as he successfully masked the visceral reaction she had seen momentsbefore. She understood and smiled,next ten days would decide her decision.

Aaryan droppedKaira back at the Goenka Villa, pleased that he had passed the "Nikhiltest" and that the wedding was secure.

Aaryan (Kissing herforehead): "See you tomorrow, my beautiful bride. Ab sab theek hojayega."

Kaira: "Goodnight, Aaryan."

She walked into thehouse, still processing the immense shift in Aaryan's behavior. She held ontothe hope that his apologies were genuine, but the image of him pushing herstill haunted her. The wedding was in ten days, and she knew she would need tobe cautious now.

The next afternoon,Aaryan Poddar walked into Nikhil Raizada's plush and luxurious design studio,with a grim expression. He was flanked by his brother Armaan, who was stoic,and Abhira, who looked highly amused. Aaryan’s reluctance was palpable; he was hereonly because of Kaira’s non-negotiable demand.

The studio was amasterpiece of minimalist luxury, filled with avant-garde sculptures andswathes of expensive silks. Nikhil, wearing a crisp linen shirt and tailoredtrousers, looking every bit the successful artist, greeted them with aninfuriatingly wide, professional smile.

Nikhil (Clappinghis hands together dramatically): "Welcome! Welcome to the lab of dreams!And a very special welcome to my soon-to-be Jiju, Aaryan! Aaiye, aaiye! Youneed the best, and I deliver nothing less."

He clapped Aaryanheartily on the shoulder, the physical contact making Aaryan flinch.

Aaryan (Forcing atight smile): "Nikhil. We’re in a hurry. Ten days, remember? Just show methe sherwanis."

Nikhil (His eyessparkling with a familiar, mischief): "Of course, Jiju. But a Poddarwedding requires perfection. We are not just selecting an outfit; we aredefining your aura.”

As Aaryan wasushered toward the menswear fitting area, Abhira gravitated toward a rack ofexquisite bridal lehengas. Her legal brain struggled with the aestheticchoices.

Abhira (Mutteringto herself): "Red, maroon, emerald... Yaar, kaun sa color, kaun saembroidery? This is more complicated than the Indian Penal Code!"

Nikhil (Appearingmagically beside her): "Aha! Trouble in paradise,Abhira? Don't worry, thelaw isn't the only confusing subject. Let me help. This one—" he pointedto a deep amethyst lehenga, "—is bold, dramatic, perfectly suited for a womanwho fights for justice. That one—" he gestured to a soft peach, "—isbeautiful but boring. Just like a sarkaari clerk's life. We choose thebold!"

Abhira (Laughing,relieved): "Nikhil, you are hilariously honest! Okay, tell me what coloractually suits my skin tone, and stop comparing me to a clerk!"

Nikhil: "Deal.Now, let's talk volume and drama..."

Meanwhile, in thefitting room, Aaryan's patience was wearing thin.

Aaryan (Adjustingan emerald green bandhgala): "Nikhil, this is Sherwani number ten. Theyall look the same. Can we just pick one?"

Nikhil (Waving hishands dramatically): "Blasphemy! This is forest green, Jiju. The last onewas hunter green. They are worlds apart! Try this one next—it’s velvet, butwait, the inner lining is pure silk, imported from France! Assistant!"

Nikhil subtly gavea coded hand signal to one of his assistants holding a bottle of water. AsAaryan went to try on Sherwani number twenty, the assistant discreetly spilleda tiny, strategic amount of dark liquid (pretending to slip) right onto thehanging pair of trousers Aaryan had worn to the studio.

Aaryan was utterlyexhausted. Nikhil forced him through forty-five different, equally opulentgroom sherwanis—velvet, brocade, zari, and zardozi, all in shades of cream,gold, and burgundy.

Aaryan (Collapsingonto a stool after Sherwani #45): "Stop! I can't breathe! I'll take thegold one. Bas, ab finish karo."

Nikhil (Smugly):"Perfect choice, Jiju! Now, change back, and we can finalize theaccessories."

Aaryan rushed backto change, eager to escape. He reached for his original trousers, only to findthe lower back damp, stained, and completely ruined.

Aaryan (Growling):"What the—? My pants! What happened?"

The assistantplayed dumb, blaming a leaky pipe.

Nikhil (Appearinginnocent, yet holding a suppressed smirk): "Oh dear! A catastrophe! Don'tworry, Jiju, I'll have them sent for dry cleaning immediately. But you can'tleave the studio in a sherwani, can you?"

Nikhil thenpresented the embarrassing alternative.

Nikhil (Handing hima pair of ridiculously baggy, brightly patterned floral print pajamas):"Here! A special edition from my casual line. Thoda loud hai, but verycomfy for travel. Just for the ride home, Jiju!"

Aaryan stared atthe pajamas—they were neon yellow with large pink hibiscus flowers—a perfectcontrast to his image.

Aaryan (Face redwith barely contained rage): "Nikhil! Main yeh nahi pehnunga! This is aninsult! I'm Aaryan Poddar!"

Nikhil (Shrugginginnocently): "It's either this or a lungi, Jiju. Aur Kaira ko yeh designbahut pasand hai. Think of Kaira! She’ll laugh! It's temporary, my man. Justuntil the dry cleaning is done."

The thought offacing Kaira's judgment was the only thing stopping him. He was furious, histeeth gritting together so tightly his jaw ached, but he was forced to comply.He snatched the pajamas and stormed back into the fitting room.

When Aaryanemerged—lawyer of Poddar & Associates wearing neon floral pajamas—Kiara,who had just walked in, immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter at herpompous brother.

Kiara (Clutchingher side): "Aaryan! Hahahahahaha! You look like a walking tropicalnightmare! Oh my God, this is legendary!"

Aaryan simplyglared at everyone, his humiliation complete. Nikhil, leaning against thecounter, raised a single eyebrow in silent triumph. Lesson one, Jiju.

Part 25: The Bridal Dream and The Seed of Love

It was late eveningat the Goenka Villa. Muskan walked into a seldom-used dressing room, herexpression serious. She pulled out a heavy, ornate key and approached a large,imposing safe, disguised behind a full-length mirror. This was not the banklocker; this was the Big Safe where the most cherished and sentimentally heavyheirlooms of the Goenka legacy were stored.

She slowly turnedthe key, and with a heavy thunk and a soft whir, the thick metal door swungopen, revealing velvet-lined drawers and antique boxes. Muskan carefully pulledout a drawer marked with a small, faded tag: "Naira."

Inside lay severalexquisite pieces, but her hand immediately gravitated towards a heavy,intricate gold necklace and a pair of magnificent chandbalis. These piecesbelonged to Naira Goenka, Kaira’s grandmother and Muskan’s reveredmother-in-law, treasures passed down through the family.

Muskan gentlylifted the necklace, the ancient gold cool against her fingertips. These pieceswere meant for Kaira’s wedding, symbolizing the unbroken connection to herroots.

As she admired theantique beauty of the necklace, a thought, born of habit and family duty,crossed Muskan's mind.

Muskan (Thinking):"Maaji's jewellery... it's too much for just Kaira. It should bedistributed. A part of this legacy should go to the other grandchildren too, johamare apne hain..."

Her thoughtsimmediately turned to Abhira and Abhir.

Muskan (Thinking,focusing on Abhira): "Abhira... she is Akshara Bhabhi's daughter. Shedeserves a share of the family's shaan. She faced so much hardship, and she isa daughter of this house. Lekin... usne Armaan Poddar ko chuna. She chose tomarry into a family that values papers and pride over people. She knew Armaan'sfamily was trouble, yet she went ahead. She chose the wrong side."

A wave ofbitterness hit her. She loved Abhira, but her decision to prioritize Armaan andthe Poddar name felt like a rejection of their values.

Muskan (Thinking,focusing on Abhir): "And Abhir? Mera baccha... He is a good boy, atalented musician. But he is still reeling from the past. He destroyed hismarriage to Kiara. He cheated on Kiara with Charu, shattering a relationshipand bringing shame to the family. How can I give sacred jewellery to a son whocouldn't protect his wife or his marital vows?"

The past scandalsand the recent choices of both siblings—Abhira's strategic marriage and Abhir'sinfidelity—felt like stains on the family honour, making them unworthy of thepurity symbolized by Naira's heirloom.

Muskan felt a sharpsurge of disgust. She couldn't, in good conscience, divide Naira's sacred,untainted legacy among those who had made such fundamentally flawed choicesregarding love and loyalty.

Muskan carefullyplaced the chandbalis and the heavy necklace back into the box.

Muskan (Thinking,decisively): "No. This is for Kaira. She is the only one right now holdingonto her integrity, fighting for her identity, even if she is numb. Yeh gehnesirf Kaira ke hain. She needs the strength of Maaji's blessing more than anyone."

She closed thevelvet lid, secured the drawer, and pushed it back into the safe. Muskan lockedthe heavy door with a decisive turn of the key, resolving to use the other,more recently acquired jewellery for the rest of the family's needs. Theheirlooms of Naira Goenka would remain whole, reserved for the granddaughterwho needed its spiritual armour the most.

The next morning,the Goenka trio—Kairav, Muskan, and Kaira—arrived at the austere Poddar Housefor the crucial wedding discussion. The atmosphere in the drawing-room wascharged; the Poddars (Kaveri Dadi Sa, Manoj, Manisha, and Vidya) sat stiffly,ready for negotiation.

Muskan (Leaningforward, starting the discussion sweetly but firmly): "Since the muhuratis so soon, we need to decide on the venue. Hum Goenka hain, we prefer thingsto be thoda hatke. I was thinking a lovely destination wedding in Goa. Beachshaadi, very modern, very memorable."

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Sniffing, immediately rejecting the idea): "Goa? Absolutely not! Yehshaadi Poddar khandaan ki hai, Muskan! We need tradition, not beach parties!The wedding will happen in Jaipur, at our ancestral haveli. That is where our shaanlies."

Manisha (Eagerlyjumping in): "Yes! And it must be grand! A week-long celebration! Pooreshehar ko dikhana hai that the Poddarsare marrying the Goenkas!"

Kairav(Interjecting calmly): "We understand the need for grandiosity, but weprefer something intimate and luxurious. Less crowd, more class."

The discussionquickly dissolved into a tug-of-war between traditional grandeur (Poddars) andsophisticated intimacy (Goenkas).

Kaira, who had beensitting quietly beside Muskan, deciding this was the perfect time to drop hersecond bomb on Aaryan's inflated pride, finally spoke up.

Kaira (Lookingdirectly at Aaryan, her voice calm): "Aaryan, tum batao. Where should weget married? My heart is set on something truly special."

Aaryan, desperateto prove his compliance after the "Nikhil test," felt trapped.

Aaryan (Forcingenthusiasm): "Kairu, whatever you want, my love! I told you, yourhappiness is my priority!"

Kaira (Giving him achallenging, innocent smile): "Then I have decided. I want a wedding inUdaipur, Oberoi Udaivilas. Full destination wedding, just like the movie YehJawaani Hai Deewani."

A gasp sweptthrough the Poddar side of the room. Oberoi Udaivilas—the most luxurious,exclusive, and notoriously expensive resort in India—was on a completelydifferent level of opulence. The Poddars were very rich, but Oberoi Udaivilaswas another level, a symbol of old-money taste and extravagance.

Kaira (Continuingher test, looking at Kaveri and Vidya): "And because both families areuniting, and we want this to be truly special, the cost will be borne equallyby both the Poddars and the Goenkas. Aadhi zimmedari aapki, aadhi hamari."

Kaveri Dadi Sa(Eyes blazing): "Yeh kya mazak hai?! Half the cost? That place willbankrupt an average family in three days! And why Udaivilas? We have a Royalhaveli!"

Vidya (Whisperingvenomously to Manisha): "She wants to empty our accounts before theshaadi!"

Aaryan (Seeing thehorror on his family’s face, but also the potential loss of the deal):"Dadi Sa, calm down. It’s Kaira’s dream! Thoda kharcha toh karna padega!We are the Poddars! We can manage this." He forced a laugh. "Yes,Kairu. Udaipur. Done."

The Goenkas,however, were internally shocked.

Muskan and Kairavexchanged a glance. Muskan had suggested Goa, but Udaivilas was a logisticaland financial masterstroke. They looked at Kaira, who was now leaning back, asmall, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Kairav (Thinking,mystified): Wait... is she testing him? Goa was my suggestion, but she choseUdaivilas, knowing the expense would sting the greedy Poddars. What is going onin my daughter's mind?

The decision wasfinalized.

Kairav (Noddingprofessionally): "Udaipur it is. Oberoi Udaivilas. We will arrange theinitial booking. And yes, Kaveri Dadi Sa, 50-50 on all major expenses.Agreed?"

Kaveri Dadi Sa,defeated by Aaryan's desperate compliance, could only nod mutely, while Kaira'ssmirk remained, a silent promise of more calculated chaos to come.

Kaira sat alone inher room at the Goenka Villa, the exhilaration of having successfully droppedthe Oberoi Udaivilas bomb on the Poddars fading. She picked up the enormousdiamond ring on her finger and slowly turned it, watching the light fracture.She was trapped in a crippling emotional conflict.

The engagementincident—Aaryan’s rage, the punch, and the push—had started the irreversibleprocess of breaking away her trust on Aaryan.

Kaira (Thinking):"Main Aaryan se bahut pyaar karti hoon. He is the man I chose, the man whopromised me stability and power. Uske bina meri life ki planning adhoori hai.He apologized, he agreed to Nikhil's involvement, he even accepted the insane weddingcost. Doesn’t that mean he’s changing? Doesn’t that prove his love?"

But immediately,the counter-argument rose: her self-respect.

Kaira (Thinking,her jaw tightening): "But he pushed me. He used violence in public. Thatwasn’t stress; that was control. Mera self-respect mujhe maar raha hai. Can Ireally build a life with a man who thinks he has the right to physicallydismiss me when he’s angry? If I overlook this, I’m telling him it’s okay forthe rest of our lives. But if I leave, I destroy the future I fought so hardfor..."

She was emotionallyconflicted, caught between the deep, years-long love she felt and the stark,painful truth revealed about his character.

Just then, the dooropened softly, and Ruhi walked in, carrying a cup of herbal tea. Ruhi, who hadwitnessed the entire arc of the drama from Abhir’s song to Nikhil’s bruisednose, understood Kaira’s internal struggle perfectly. She placed the tea on thebedside table without a word, sensing Kaira needed clarity, not a lecture.

Kaira (Sighing):"Ruhi Di... I don't know what to do. Mera dil kuch kehta hai, aur meriakal kuch aur. I’m so confused."

Ruhi looked at heryounger sister, her gaze steady and kind. She knew Kaira didn't need to be toldAaryan was wrong; she needed to be reminded of who she was.

Ruhi (Giving aone-line response, soft yet firm): "Kairu, you are Dr. Kaira Goenka. Neverask permission to shine."

The sentence hitKaira with the force of a sharp, cold wind.

Kaira (Thinking):Never ask permission to shine...

It wasn't a commandto leave Aaryan; it was a simple, profound validation of her identity. The coreissue wasn't the wedding or Aaryan's temper—it was Aaryan's constant attempt todim her light, control her choices, and make her smaller so he could feel bigger.Ruhi’s words cut through the confusion, reminding Kaira that her professionalpower, her friendships, and her entire self were non-negotiable.

This was not a big,immediate shift; it was a small awakening. Kaira picked up the tea, a newresolve settling in her eyes. She wouldn't break the engagement now, but sheknew the final decision would be based on whether Aaryan could accept herwhole, shining self. This small realization would sit within her, gatheringstrength, ready to unleash on the wedding day if Aaryan crossed that boundaryone last, unforgivable time.

Later thatafternoon, the Goenka entourage—Muskan, Kairav, Ruhi, Daksh, Abhir, andKaira—arrived at Nikhil’s studio. The moment they stepped in, Nikhil clappedhis hands, stopping his staff mid-motion.

Nikhil (Loudly,commanding): "Guys! Shut the doors. Flip the sign to 'Closed'. No moreappointments today."

Assistant:"But Sir, Mrs. Mehta is scheduled for—"

Nikhil (Waving ahand dismissively): "Cancel it. Reschedule. Today, the studio isexclusively for the Goenkas. My best friend is getting her bridal lehenga; Idon't want any distractions."

He turned to Kairawith a grin that was brighter than the chandeliers above.

Nikhil:"Welcome to your personal closet, Kairu. For the next three hours, I amyour genie."

Kaira rolled hereyes playfully, but a blush crept up her neck at the special treatment. Muskanand Kairav exchanged a knowing glance, while Ruhi hid a smile behind her hand.Everyone could see it—Nikhil wasn't just being a designer; he was a man completelyenamoured. Everyone, that is, except Kaira.

The studio quicklybuzzed with happy chaos.

In the corner, Ruhiwas holding up two Anarkali suits. Little Daksh was tugging at her hand,pointing decisively at a teal one.

Daksh (Cute voice):"Mumma! Take this one! You look like a mermaid in this!"

Ruhi (Laughing,kissing his cheek): "Okay, my little fashionista. If Daksh says mermaid,then mermaid it is!"

Near the menswearsection, Abhir stood scratching his head, looking hopelessly confused between amidnight blue sherwani and a charcoal grey one.

Abhir:"Mami... they look exactly the same to me."

Muskan (Walkingover, warm and motherly): "Oh, Abhir. Look closely. The blue has silverthread; it suits your artist vibe. The grey is too dull. Take the blue, mererockstar."

Abhir grinned,relieved to have his Mami’s guidance.

Meanwhile, Muskanwas trying on a heavy saree drape. Kairav stepped in, not as the stoic father,but as the loving husband. He gently adjusted the pleats on her shoulder, hiseyes full of admiration.

Kairav (Softly):"Muskan, you still look as beautiful as the day I met you in Kasol. Maybewe should renew our vows too?"

Muskan blushed deepred, swatting his arm playfully, "Kairav! Bache dekh rahe hain!"

While the familywas occupied, Nikhil led Kaira to the central podium. He didn't call anassistant; he took the measuring tape himself.

Nikhil: "Armsup, Kairu. And breathe. Don't hold your breath; the fitting needs to becomfortable for dancing, not just posing."

He moved around herwith practiced ease. As he measured her shoulder width, he leaned in close, hisscent—sandalwood and expensive cologne—enveloping her.

Nikhil (Murmuring,focused): "I remember you hate scratchy embroidery near the waist, so I’velined the choli with pure organic cotton silk. And no heavy velvet; itsuffocates you. I’ve picked raw silk—royal but breathable."

Kaira looked athim, surprised.

Kaira: "Youremember that? I mentioned that once, three years ago."

Nikhil (Pausing,looking up into her eyes, his voice dropping an octave): "Kaira, Iremember every annoyance, every favorite color, and every dream you've evertold me. It’s my job... as your designer."

He quickly coveredthe intensity with a wink, but Abhir and Ruhi, watching from the mirrors, pokedeach other. The love in Nikhil's eyes was so loud it was practically shouting.

Nikhil disappearedinto his vault and returned with a lehenga that made the room go silent. Herevealed the masterpiece, draped over his arms.

Nikhil: "Iknew you'd need something that balances the weight of tradition with yourspirit. This isn't just fabric, Kairu. It's a story."

Kaira gasped as shesaw the lehenga. It was an aesthetic marvel, not the usual crimson, but adivine shade of muted peach and champagne gold, like the first light of dawn.The skirt was a canvas of exquisite, detailed embroidery, depicting anenchanted garden with birds, flora, and even a regal palanquin, all brought tolife with countless sequins, beads, and precious stones that shimmered with asoft, ethereal glow. The border was a symphony of scalloped patterns and heavygold work, grounding the ethereal design.

But the blouse wasthe true surprise. Nikhil had designed an aesthetic choli with a contemporarytwist. It featured a deep, V-neckline that highlighted her collarbone, andinstead of a traditional back, it had a daring, low-cut design held together bydelicate, crisscrossing gold strings adorned with tiny pearl and emeraldtassels. The sleeves were elbow-length and sheer, featuring the same detailedmotifs, giving it a romantic, almost vintage feel. It was daring, designer, andperfectly Kaira.

He draped theaccompanying pink dupatta, which was sheer with a heavily embroidered border,over her shoulder.

Nikhil: "Trythis. It’s not just a dress; it’s you."

Kaira stepped intothe changing room. When she came out, the fabric cascaded around her likeliquid starlight. She looked breathtaking.

She walked to thelarge three-way mirror. In the reflection, she saw the scene behind her.

She saw Kairavfixing a stray lock of hair behind Muskan’s ear, both of them laughing softly.It was a picture of safety, respect, and enduring love.

Then, her eyesshifted in the mirror to Nikhil.

He was standing tothe side, leaning against a pillar. He wasn't looking at the fit of thelehenga, or the embroidery, or the hemline. He was looking strictly at herface. His expression was unguarded—a mix of awe, deep tenderness, and a quiet,patient love that asked for nothing in return. He looked at her as if she wasthe only person in the room, the only person in the world.

Kaira’s heartskipped a beat.

Thump-thump.

A slow, surrealfeeling washed over her. It wasn't the frantic, anxious adrenaline she feltwith Aaryan. It was something softer, like coming home after a long, tiringjourney.

Kaira (InternalMonologue): "He remembers the lining... he closed the store... he looks atme like Papa looks at Mumma. Why haven't I seen this before? Why does hispresence feel like... peace?"

She watched Nikhilsmile at Daksh, then look back at her with that unwavering warmth. For thefirst time, the line between 'Best Friend' and 'Something More' blurred. It wasa terrifying, beautiful, heart-fluttering realization.

Nikhil (Catchingher eye in the mirror, smiling softly): "You look perfect, Kairu."

Kaira (Whispering,her voice trembling slightly): "Yeah... perfect."

She wasn't talkingabout the dress anymore. She was looking at the man who had always beenstanding in her corner, waiting for her to turn around and see him. The seed offriends-to-lovers had been planted, and it was blooming right there in themiddle of the wedding preparations for another man.

Kairav and Muskanwatched Kaira standing in front of the mirrors, bathed in the soft glow of thedusty peach and champagne gold lehenga. The exquisite bridal outfit, with itsaesthetic blouse and intricate embroidery, had rendered their usually practicaldaughter utterly breathtaking.

Muskan (Steppingforward, tears welling up, but smiling brightly): "Oh, Kairu! Yeh toh sirfkapda nahi hai, beta. This is shagun (auspicious sign)! Nikhil, tumne tohkamaal kar diya! It looks like it was made from her dreams."

She carefullyadjusted the dupatta on Kaira's head, her touch gentle. "It's perfect. Thecolor, the style... it's exactly what you are: elegant, strong, and unique. Ilove it!"

Kaira smiledgenuinely, feeling validated by her mother's enthusiastic approval.

Kairav remainedstanding a few feet back, his usual composure completely dissolving. SeeingKaira dressed like a bride, looking so vulnerable yet so beautiful, hit him hard.

His voice was thickwith emotion, catching in his throat.

Kairav (Softly,almost to himself): "Meri choti si Kairu..." (My little Kairu...)

He walked overslowly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of overwhelming pride and deep, paternalsadness at the thought of giving his daughter away. He gently placed his handon Kaira's shoulder, careful not to disturb the delicate embroidery.

Kairav (His voicecracking): "When did my little girl grow up so much? It feels likeyesterday I was holding your hand, walking you to school, and now... now you'restanding here, ready to start a new life."

He paused,gathering himself.

Kairav: "Yehlehenga... it looks like royalty, Kairu. But meri beti (my daughter) is thereal queen. Just remember what I told you: never dim your light for anyone.This marriage is your choice, but your identity is yours alone." Hesqueezed her shoulder, a tear finally escaping his eye. "Bahut khubsooratlag rahi ho, beta. Humari sabse pyaari dulhan." (You look very beautiful,child. Our dearest bride.)

Kaira turned andhugged her father fiercely, the emotion finally breaking through herprofessional facade. She felt the weight of her parents' unconditional love andrealized how terrifying it was to walk into a marriage with Aaryan whilecarrying so many doubts.

Kaira (Whispering):"Papa, I know. I promise."

Nikhil, watchingthe intensely private, loving moment from across the room, looked awayrespectfully, his own eyes misty. He knew this dress was more than just silkand thread; it was Kaira’s last beautiful moment of peace before the war.

The next morning,the Poddar House was buzzing with activity for the auspicious Ganpati Sthapanaand Pooja to bless the upcoming wedding of Aaryan and Kaira. The air was thickwith the scent of incense and flowers. The dress code was strictly traditional,and everyone was impeccably dressed.

Aaryan, seizing theopportunity to perform his "doting fiancé" act, was omnipresent. Hehovered near Kaira, adjusting the pallu of her saree and ensuring she hadeverything she needed.

Aaryan (Smilingexcessively, whispering): "Kairu, are you comfortable? That Chanderi sareeis exquisite, but it looks heavy. You look beautiful, darling. Humara Ganesh jisab theek kar denge."

Kaira, dressedelegantly in a sophisticated Chanderi silk saree in a subtle pastel hue,offered a small, polite smile, accepting his care while keeping her emotionaldistance.

Nikhil, havingarrived with the Goenkas and Ruhi, made a beeline not for Kaira, but for KaveriDadi Sa, who was looking regal in a heavy traditional silk saree and ancestraljewelry.

Nikhil (Withgenuine admiration): "Dadi Sa, you look magnificent! I must say, yourcolor choice today—this rich maroon—is absolutely stunning. It’s rare to seesuch innate style and grace. Aapka dressing sense toh hum sab designers ko bhifail kar de!"

Kaveri Dadi Sa, whousually treated Nikhil with disdain, was completely flattered. She straightenedher posture, a pleased, rare smile touching her lips.

Kaveri Dadi Sa:"Ah, Nikhil Beta! You notice these things? Yes, tradition is everything.Poddar khaandaan ka pehnaawa (Poddar family dressing) always sets the standard.Thank you, dear. You are a clever boy, I see."

The politeatmosphere shattered when Abhira walked in, slightly flustered, holding thehand of her seven-year-old daughter, Maira.

Maira, being amischievous and energetic child, stumbled slightly, and Abhira reflexivelypulled her up, using a common, if slightly unkind, term of endearment.

Abhira (A bitexasperated, but affectionate): "Maira! Watch your step, Bandar (Monkey)!You run around like a wild thing!"

The word hung inthe air. Muskan froze, and her face went instantly rigid. She waited untilAbhira finished settling Maira near Armaan, and then pulled her aside, hervoice low and dangerously controlled.

Muskan (Her eyesfixed on Abhira): "Abhira, what did you just call Maira?"

Abhira (Confused):"Mami? I just called her Bandar. It's a silly nickname."

Muskan (Hissing,nodding toward the Poddars): "A silly nickname? Yahaan, apne in-laws kesaamne ? Abhira, she is your daughter. She is the Ghar ki Lakshmi! You do notcall the Lakshmi of the house a Bandar.

Muskan lowered hervoice further, delivering a sharp lecture on maintaining appearances andrespect in a traditional family setting.

Muskan:"Remember where you are, Abhira! Every word you say about your daughterreflects on your upbringing and your family's standards. You insult her, youinsult us. Dhyaan rakho, ghar ki Lakshmi ko kabhi Bandar nahi kehte."

Kaveri Dadi Sa, whohad overheard the entire exchange, walked over, nodding approvingly at Muskan'sswift correction.

Kaveri Dadi Sa:"Muskan is absolutely right, Abhira. Bahu, tumhe apni beti ko achcheshabdon se bulaana chahiye . Ghar ki Lakshmi should be treated with utmostrespect, especially in front of us. This is the Poddar sanskar."

Vidya, standingnearby, looked utterly embarrassed by the whole incident, shiftinguncomfortably and agreeing with the matriarch. The incident served as a starkreminder to Abhira that she was constantly under the Poddar microscope, even inher casual interactions with her own child.

Part 24 and 25 are out too

Mauj karo!I have chapters ready till 28!

Originally posted by: A_Star39

Part 24 and 25 are out too

Mauj karo!I have chapters ready till 28!