Rishta Simran FF: Saajan

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Part 3 - Poetry competition

A few days passed.

Rishab had already become deeply involved in the affairs of Luthra Constructions. While Karan somehow managed to spend half the day working and the other half talking to girls, Rishab immersed himself completely in business and poetry.

One morning, Rishab was sitting in his cabin studying a project file.

The door opened.

He looked up.

Simar walked in.

Rishab smiled politely.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Poet," Simar replied as she sat down without waiting for an invitation.

Rishab closed the file.

He asked, "What brings you here?"

Simar: Karan wants you to join him for some time. It will help you to release your stress.

Rishab immediately understood.

A faint smile appeared on his face. He shook his head.

Rishab: I enjoy my work because it's innovative.

Simar leaned forward.

Simar: I appreciate your creativity. But I think you are not giving importance to personal life. Come on, Rishab. There is more to life than files and poetry.

Rishab: Yes, there is."

Simran: Then let's go out for coffee.

Rishab: No, thank you."

Simar: Why not?"

Rishab: For me, work comes first.

Simar: You can spare half an hour.

Rishab: Simar, I appreciate your concern. For context, half an hour can also become half a day. I value time. So, I would rather finish my work before joining your guys.

Simar frowned.

Simar: No one had ever rejected her invitation so casually.

She tried again.

"Fine. We won't have coffee. Let's talk."

Rishab: We are talking."

Simar: Not like this."

Rishab's patience slowly began running out.

"Miss Simar, I appreciate your concern, but I am perfectly happy the way I am."

Simar folded her arms.

"You really think there is nothing wrong with sitting alone all day?"

"I enjoy solitude."

"And I think you are hiding behind it."

Rishab sighed.

He said, "Perhaps. But that is my choice."

Simar stood up.

Her ego was hurt.

She had approached him with good intentions, but his refusal felt like an insult.

"So that's it?"

"That's it."

"Fine."

She turned to leave but stopped near the door.

Anger overtook her judgment.

"You act as though you are better than everyone else."

Rishab's expression changed.

"I never said that."

"You don't have to say it."

Her voice rose.

"The truth is that you have forgotten where you came from."

Rishab became silent.

Simar continued recklessly.

"You were an orphan living in an orphanage."

The room fell silent.

"You are enjoying the wealth, respect, and status of the Luthras. Whatever you are today exists because of their charity. You are a big zero without them. I know your history. Right from treating your leg to your education, the family stood by you. It's because of them that you are eligible today. But you are too boring to fit in our high-class society. Once a beggar is always a beggar."

At that very moment, the cabin door opened.

Karan entered.

The smile on his face vanished immediately.

He had heard everything.

"Simar!"

His voice thundered through the room.

Simar froze.

Karan's eyes blazed with anger.

"What did you just say? As I mentioned, please lure him from his work for a while. I never told you to insult him."

Simar realized her mistake.

"Karan, listen—"

"No!"

For the first time, she saw genuine fury in him.

"You had absolutely no right to say that."

"I was angry."

"So insult him?"

Karan pointed toward Rishab.

"Do you even know what he means to me?"

Simar lowered her eyes.

Karan walked toward her.

"He is not my adopted brother."

His voice trembled.

"He is my brother. I love him more than my life. If any of my friends hurt him, I don't mind losing my friendship with them."

The room became emotional.

Karan turned toward Rishab.

"Bhai, I am sorry."

Rishab smiled gently.

"Why?"

"Because she insulted you."

Rishab slowly stood up.

He looked at Simar and then at Karan.

"What she said is true."

Karan stared at him.

Rishab continued calmly.

"I was an orphan."

His eyes became moist.

"I had no family."

He looked around the cabin.

"Everything I have today came because Mom and Dad opened their hearts for me."

His voice softened.

"They gave me their name."

"They gave me their love and took the place of my parents."

"They gave me a future."

It was because we were friends from childhood. You stood by me when all other students were bullying me for my disability. If I could get well, it was because of your family. I am indebted to all of you.

Karan's eyes filled with tears.

Rishab placed a hand on his shoulder.

"And had you not wanted an elder brother, I might never have become a part of this family."

Karan immediately hugged him.

"You are impossible. I have always found the figure of an elder brother in you. I always share my feelings with you. If at all I trust anyone, it's my parents and you."

Rishab smiled.

"No. I am fortunate to get a brother-cum-friend like you and the godly family."

Simar watched silently.

Guilt consumed her.

She had expected anger.

Instead, she had witnessed gratitude.

For the first time, she realized the depth of Rishab's character.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Rishab nodded politely.

"It's alright."

The matter ended there.

But the incident remained in Simar's mind.

The dignity with which Rishab had handled the insult left a lasting impression on her.

A few days later, Mahesh entered Rishab's cabin.

"I have some good news."

Rishab looked up.

"The organizers of the National Poetry Competition want you to be the chief guest."

Rishab smiled.

"There are many senior poets."

"But only one Sagar."

Mahesh laughed.

"The audience wants Sagar."

Rishab agreed.

Meanwhile, at the Arora house, Preeta was reading the newspaper.

Her eyes widened.

A large advertisement covered almost half the page.

National Poetry Competition.

Chief Guest: Famous Poet Sagar.

Preeta jumped from her chair.

"Maa!"

Sarla rushed into the room.

"What happened?"

"Sagar is coming!"

Sarla laughed.

"You look happier than someone who won a lottery."

Preeta hugged her mother.

"I am definitely participating."

For the next few days, Preeta practiced tirelessly.

She selected one of Sagar's most emotional poems.

Every word touched her heart.

Finally, the day of the competition arrived.

The auditorium was packed.

Participants, writers, journalists, and literature lovers filled every seat.

The announcer stepped onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the renowned poet Sagar."

Thunderous applause erupted.

Preeta looked toward the stage.

Her breath caught.

Standing before her was Rishab Luthra.

The same calm eyes.

The same gentle smile.

The same dignity she had seen from a distance in newspapers and magazines.

For a moment, she forgot to blink.

The competition began.

One participant after another performed.

Finally, Preeta's name was announced.

She walked onto the stage.

Rishab looked up.

The moment she began reciting, the entire hall fell silent. The song plays:

Bahut Pyaar Karate Hain,

Tumako Sanam

Bahut Pyaar Karate Hain,

Tumako Sanam

Kasam Chaahe Le Lo

kasam chahe le lo

Khudaa Ki Kasam

Bahut Pyaar Karte Hain

Tum ko Sanam

Bahut Pyaar Karte Hein

Tum ko Sanam...

The passion & the true feelings don't go unnoticed by Rishab. This is the first time he has been mesmerized by a lady.

Hamaarii Gazal Hai,

Tassavur Tumhaaraa

Hamaarii Gazal Hai,

Tassavur Tumhaaraa

Tumhaare Binaa Ab

Naa Jiinaa Hamaaraa

Tumhe Yuun Hii Chaahenge

Tumhe yuun Hii Chahenge

Jab Tak Hai Dam

Bahut Pyaar karte hein tumko sanam(2)

Preeta's intense voice impresses the entire crowd, including Rishab.

Saagar Kii Baahon Men,

Maujen Hain Jitanii

Saagar Kii Baahon Men,

Maujen Hain Jitanii

Hamako Bhii Tumase

Mohabbat Hai Utanii

Ke Yeh Beqaraarii Naa

Ke Yeh Beqaraarii Naa Ab Hogii Kam

Bahut Pyaar Karate Hain, Tumako Sanam

Bahut Pyaar Karate Hain, Tumako Sanam

Kasam chahe le lo

Kasam chahe le lo

Khuda ki kasam

Bahut Pyar Karte hein Tum ko Sanam

Bahut Pyar karte hein

Tum ko Sanam.

Every word carried emotion. Every line reflected understanding. For the first time, Rishab felt that someone truly understood the feelings hidden behind his poetry. When the performance ended, the audience erupted into applause.

At the end of the event, Preeta was declared the winner.

She walked onto the stage to receive her trophy.

Rishab handed it to her.

Their eyes met.

Rishab: Congratulations.

Preeta: Thank you.

Rishab: Your performance was beautiful.

Preeta smiled.

Preeta: Sagar's poetry made it beautiful.

For a moment, neither looked away.

That night, after returning home, Rishab sat alone in his room.

He opened his notebook.

The poet who had written thousands of verses suddenly found himself thinking about only one person.

Preeta.

For the first time, inspiration had a face.

Part 3

Amazing update.... finely written

thanks for the pm

Karan spending half the day working and half the day talking to girls was hilarious. Good that simar asked rishab to enjoy the life too instead of focusing only on work.But guess rishab refused it as he has a lot of work to do.i am shocked that simar insulted rishab just because he didn't join her.Her dialogues to him were very cruel.Good that karan scolded her.each and every dialogue he told simar was touching.Rishab's dialogues to karan were emotional. Glad that simar felt guilty and she apologized to rishab.was this scene there in the movie?

Guess preeta is taking part in the competition only to see sagar.preeta selecting sagar's poem was lovely.preeta singing and rishab lost in her was sweet.Rishab appreciating her and preeta saying that sagar's poem made it nice was lovely.

When they welcomed sagar to the stage preeta saw rishab.so did preeta realize that rishab is sagar?

Pics are nice.edits are too beautiful.

Part 4 - The Face Behind the Words

A week after the poetry competition, Preeta was sitting in her room staring at the trophy she had won.

Beside it lay a letter.

A letter she had written countless times and torn apart before finally gathering the courage to send.

It was addressed to Sagar.

Not the famous poet.

But the man behind the poetry.

The man whose eyes carried silent emotions.

The man she could not stop thinking about.

Dear Sagar,

Your poems have always touched my heart.

After meeting you, I realized that the sensitivity in your words comes from the goodness in your soul.

Thank you for inspiring people like me.

Yours sincerely,

Preeta

Days later, a reply arrived.

Preeta almost dropped the envelope in excitement.

With trembling fingers, she opened it.

Dear Preeta,

A poet writes thousands of words, hoping someone somewhere understands them.

Your performance made me feel understood.

Thank you.

Your friend,

Sagar

A bright smile spread across her face.

And thus began a beautiful friendship.

Weeks passed.

Letters traveled regularly between them.

Sometimes they discussed poetry.

Sometimes dreams.

Sometimes life.

Neither realized how eagerly they waited for the next letter.

One evening...

Rishab sat in his room writing.

Dear Preeta,

You once asked why I write sad poetry.

Perhaps because happiness is easy to live with, but pain is easier to understand.

What is your greatest dream?

He folded the letter.

The next reply came two days later.

Dear Sagar,

My greatest dream is to help people who never got the opportunity to study.

Education can change lives.

What about yours?

Rishab smiled while reading.

He immediately wrote back.

My dream is similar.

I want literature to reach those who cannot afford books.

Let's work together on such a project.

Preeta's eyes sparkled after reading those words.

The following afternoon, Rishab and Karan were having coffee at a luxury hotel.

Rishab was busy reviewing business documents. At the same time, he was lost in Preeta's thoughts but happy. However, Karan doesn't fail to notice that.

Karan: What's the matter? Today, you look lost but happy. I guess you fell in love with a lady.

Rishab smiles, "He said, in your company, anything can happen to me except for falling in love."

Suddenly, he sees a lady sitting opposite an elderly lady in a seat.

"Bhai," Karan sighed.

"You know, one day these files will become jealous of me."

Rishab didn't look up.

"Why?"

"Because you spend more time with them than with your family."

Rishab smirked.

"At least the files don't give me headaches."

Karan was about to reply when his eyes suddenly stopped at a nearby table.

Immediately, a grin spread across his face.

"There."

Rishab looked up.

He asked, "What now?"

Karan pointed discreetly.

Karan replied, "See that girl?"

Rishab glanced briefly.

Then returned to his file.

"So?"

"So?" Karan repeated dramatically. "Within ten minutes, she'll be in my arms."

Rishab calmly closed the file and said, "No."

Karan frowned.

"No?"

Rishab replied, "You'll get beaten up."

Karan laughed loudly. He said, "You have no faith in me."

Rishab: I have years of experience with you.

Ignoring the warning, Karan stood up.

Karan: Watch and learn.

Rishab leaned back in his chair.

This was going to be entertaining.

Karan immediately began pretending to be blind.

Stretching his hands in front of him, he stumbled dramatically across the restaurant.

A few moments later—

Crash!

He "accidentally" fell toward the young woman.

"Oh!"

The girl immediately stood up.

"Are you alright?"

Karan nodded helplessly.

"I am so sorry."

"I couldn't see."

The elderly lady's expression softened.

"Poor boy."

The young woman gently supported him and took him to his seat, where Rishab was sitting.

She said, "Please be careful."

Across the hall, Rishab shook his head.

Unbelievable.

The elderly lady smiled warmly.

"Such a handsome young man."

"What a tragedy."

"He is blind."

Karan almost smiled in victory.

Then disaster arrived.

The waiter stopped beside the table.

"Blind?"

Everyone looked at him.

The waiter pointed at Karan.

"Madam, he isn't blind."

Karan's face fell.

The waiter continued happily.

"This is Karan Luthra."

"Mahesh Luthra's son."

The elderly lady frowned.

The waiter grinned.

"He is famous for flirting with girls."

"He is ready to become anything to get a girl in his arms."

The restaurant fell silent.

Karan slowly turned around.

The young woman looked horrified.

The elderly lady looked furious.

Rishab quietly picked up his coffee.

He knew what was coming.

"You lied to us?" the elderly lady shouted.

"Catch him!"

Karan ran.

The crowd chased him through the hotel.

Rishab remained seated.

Exactly as predicted.

Unfortunately for Karan, the crowd caught him on the staircase.

The next few moments involved angry shouting, flying handbags, and several well-deserved slaps.

"Ouch!"

"Listen!"

"It was a misunderstanding!"

Nobody listened.

Several minutes later, Karan finally escaped and sprinted out of the hotel.

At that exact moment, Mahesh's car passed by.

Mahesh frowned.

"Wasn't that Karan?"

His business partner looked outside.

A bruised Karan was running for his life.

Before they could stop, Karan disappeared.

Luthra House

That evening...

Karan quietly entered Luthra House.

Mahesh was waiting.

"Stop."

Karan froze.

Mahesh folded his arms.

"I saw you today."

Karan immediately became emotional.

"If you saw me, why didn't you save me?"

Mahesh stared at him.

"Save you?"

"If I had stepped out of the car, I would have been beaten up with you."

Even Rakhi started laughing.

Karan looked betrayed.

Suddenly, the telephone rang.

Karan instantly rushed toward it.

"I'll get it."

Before he could answer, Rakhi stopped him.

"This phone is what spoils him."

Mahesh nodded.

"You're right."

He took the receiver from Karan's hand.

"Dad!"

Mahesh ignored him.

"Go upstairs."

"Change your clothes."

"And come back."

Karan sighed dramatically.

"My own family doesn't understand me."

Rishab, who had silently witnessed everything, finally laughed.

A few weeks later, the idea discussed in the letters became reality.

Luthra Foundation and a local NGO jointly launched a literacy campaign.

The project aimed to provide books and education to underprivileged children.

Rishab personally supervised it.

Preeta volunteered enthusiastically.

Their meetings became frequent.

Every day, they spent hours planning classes, arranging books, and interacting with children.

One afternoon...

The children were drawing pictures.

Rishab stood observing them.

Preeta approached carrying notebooks.

"You were right."

Rishab looked at her.

"About what?"

"The smile on a child's face is better than any award."

Rishab smiled.

"I am glad you agree."

Their eyes met briefly.

Both looked away.

For reasons neither understood.

A few days later...

After a successful literacy event, Preeta and Rishab stopped at a hotel café.

Soft music played in the background.

Preeta stirred her coffee.

"I never imagined Sagar would be so serious."

Rishab laughed softly.

"And I never imagined Preeta would talk so much."

She gasped dramatically.

"That was an insult."

"It was an observation."

Both laughed.

For the first time, Rishab felt completely relaxed around someone outside his family.

At that very moment...

The hotel entrance opened.

Karan walked inside with a business client.

He froze.

His eyes landed on Rishab and Preeta.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

He quietly walked toward them.

Suddenly...

Preeta turned while standing up.

She accidentally bumped into Karan.

The files in her hands fell to the floor.

"Oh, my God! I am sorry."

Karan immediately bent down.

"No problem."

For a brief moment, both reached for the same file.

Their hands touched.

Preeta quickly withdrew hers.

Karan smiled.

"It's alright."

Rishab stood up.

"Karan?"

Karan grinned.

"So this is where Mr. Work Comes First spends his evenings."

Rishab rolled his eyes.

Preeta laughed.

Karan looked at her.

"So you are the famous Preeta."

She blinked.

"Famous?"

"I hear your name every day."

Rishab almost choked on his coffee.

"Karan!"

Karan burst out laughing.

The three spent a few minutes talking before Karan left.

But as he walked away, he glanced back.

For some reason, he felt happy seeing Rishab smile so freely.

A few days later...

Preeta gathered courage.

"Would you like to visit my house?"

Rishab looked surprised.

"Your house?"

"Maa has heard so much about you that she thinks you already live there."

Rishab laughed.

"In that case, I should probably meet her."

The following evening, Rishab drove toward the Arora house.

As the car moved through the city streets, his thoughts remained fixed on Preeta.

In his imagination echoed the melody...

✭✭✭Male✭✭✭

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

Par saamne jab tum aate ho, (2)

Kuch bhi kehne se darta hai

O mere saajan, o mere saajan,

Saajan saajan, mere saajan

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

✭✭✭Male✭✭✭

Kitna isko samajhata hoon,

Kitna isko behlata hoon

Kitna isko samajhata hoon,

Kitna isko behlata hoon

Naadaan hai kuch na samajhata hai,

Din raat ye aahen bharta hai

❤❤❤Female❤❤❤

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

Par saamne jab tum aate ho, (2)

Kuch bhi kehne se darta hai

O mere saajan, o mere saajan,

Saajan saajan, mere saajan

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

❤❤❤Female❤❤❤

Har pal mujhko tadpata hai,

Mujhe saari raat jagata hai

Har pal mujhko tadpata hai,

Mujhe saari raat jagata hai

Is baat ki tumko khabar nahi,

Ye sirf tumhi pe marta hai

✭✭✭Male✭✭✭

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

❤❤❤Female❤❤❤

Mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai

Ye pyar to tum se karta hai

✭✭✭Male✭✭✭

Par saamne jab tum aate ho

❤❤❤Female❤❤❤

Par saamne jab tum aate ho

✭✭✭Male✭✭✭

Kuch bhi kehne se darta hai

O mere saajan, o mere saajan,

Saajan saajan, mere saajan.

For the first time in years, his heart felt lighter.

When he reached the house, Sarla welcomed him warmly.

Rishab folded his hands respectfully.

"I guess you must be Maa."

Sarla immediately liked him.

During dinner, laughter filled the house.

Rishab felt an unfamiliar warmth.

A feeling of belonging.

While looking around the living room, something caught his attention.

A large decorative photo frame hung on the wall.

But it was empty.

Completely blank.

Rishab frowned.

"Why is that frame empty?"

For a brief moment, Preeta's smile faded.

She looked at the frame silently.

Sarla exchanged a glance with her daughter.

"There is a story behind it," Sarla said softly.

Preeta quickly changed the subject.

"We'll tell you someday."

Rishab sensed hidden emotions.

He did not ask further.

But his gaze returned to the blank frame once again.

Somehow, he felt that the empty frame was connected to a wound that had never healed.

And unknowingly...

That blank frame was destined to play an important role in all three lives very soon.

Far away, Karan stood on the balcony of Luthra House looking at the stars.

A strange restlessness filled his heart.

He did not know why.

He did not know that destiny had already begun writing a story that would test friendship, love, and sacrifice.

End of Part 4

Originally posted by: jasminerahul

Karan spending half the day working and half the day talking to girls was hilarious. Good that simar asked rishab to enjoy the life too instead of focusing only on work.But guess rishab refused it as he has a lot of work to do.i am shocked that simar insulted rishab just because he didn't join her.Her dialogues to him were very cruel.Good that karan scolded her.each and every dialogue he told simar was touching.Rishab's dialogues to karan were emotional. Glad that simar felt guilty and she apologized to rishab.was this scene there in the movie?

Guess preeta is taking part in the competition only to see sagar.preeta selecting sagar's poem was lovely.preeta singing and rishab lost in her was sweet.Rishab appreciating her and preeta saying that sagar's poem made it nice was lovely.

When they welcomed sagar to the stage preeta saw rishab.so did preeta realize that rishab is sagar?

Pics are nice.edits are too beautiful.

No, she didn't apologize to him in the movie. Preeta didn't know that Rishab is her Sagar.