Kumkum Bhagya: Rishton Ki Ankahi Kahani - Chapter 121 updt on pg 34 - Page 34

Kiara is still remembered by her family. They just don't know how close she is.

I am surprised that aliya agreed to Aryan's demand easily.but sad that sunil refused to go.without knowing that sunil is sunny purab telling him that he misses his eldest son and doesn't know where he is was emotional. Glad that disha convinced sunny to go there.but disha becoming alone is also sad.

Prachi saying that arhana's return is not bring out the wounds again but about the baby was nice.glad that mishti told ranbir not to be angry with aryan anymore as she had started moving on.glad that because of that vikram pallavi are also fine with arhana's return.pragya and gang coming for diwali would be a lovely family reunion.

Abhigya nok jhok was funny.abhi telling pragya to wear the red saree which will make him forget everything else in the room was romantic.abhigya remembering kiara was emotional. Aliya's attitude towards pragya hasn't changed at all.i liked saritha supporting pragya.excellent dialogue. Though disha prays for rakhi,disha telling her that she hasn't accepted rakhi yet was sad.

Chapter 121 (The Threshold of New Beginnings)

The Mehra Mansion had transformed into a palace of celebration.

Rows of glowing diyas lined the grand entrance, marigold garlands hung from every arch, and the sweet fragrance of incense mingled with the aroma of freshly prepared festive delicacies.

The atmosphere was no longer just that of Diwali.

Today, the mansion was preparing to welcome its new Lakshmi.

Shahana.

And perhaps unknowingly—

another daughter too.

The Queen of Preparations

If anyone had entered the mansion at that moment, they would have mistaken Aliyah for royalty overseeing her kingdom.

Dressed in an elegant silk saree and adorned with heavy jewellery, she stood at the centre of the hall, directing servants and family members alike with complete authority.

"No, no! The flowers should be fresh! Who arranged these diyas so carelessly?"

She turned towards another servant.

"And don't put the sweets there! Guests will arrive any moment!"

Nearby, Dida exchanged an amused glance with Mishti.

"Some things never change," Dida whispered.

Mishti giggled.

"Booji is conducting this like she's organizing a state banquet."

Purab's Kingdom of Flavours

Meanwhile, Purab had practically taken charge of the kitchen.

His sleeves were rolled up as he carefully checked trays of kaju katli, laddoos and dry fruits.

"Too much sugar in these rasmalais," he declared seriously.

One of the chefs looked horrified.

"Sir?"

Purab nodded solemnly.

"Less sugar. And don't forget Aryan loves malpua. Shahana likes kheer. Make both."

Nearby, Sarita Behen chuckled.

"Arrey Purab beta, you're behaving like a bride's grandmother."

Purab smiled sheepishly.

"After waiting so long to see Aryan happy, I want everything perfect."

The “Maamu” Who Couldn't Sit Still

Elsewhere, Abhi was running from one side of the mansion to the other.

"Vikram, did the fireworks arrangements come?"

"They came."

"Pallavi, where are the silver lamps?"

"In the puja room."

"And where are the flower baskets?"

"Abhi, relax!" Pallavi laughed.

But Abhi was unstoppable.

"My nephew is bringing his wife home! How can I relax?"

Vikram smirked.

"You are behaving like Aryan himself is getting married today."

Abhi grinned.

"He is. Again."

Everyone laughed.

The Final Preparations

Aliyah surveyed the entrance proudly.

Then suddenly her eyes narrowed.

"Mitali bhabhi!"

Mitali nearly jumped.

"Y-yes?"

"Where is the kalash for the grihapravesh?"

Mitali immediately pointed towards the main entrance.

"It's already there, Aliyah. I placed it myself."

Aliyah inspected it carefully and nodded.

"Good."

Then another thought struck her.

"And where is the aalta ka thaal?"

Mitali's face fell.

"Oh!"

Aliyah's eyes widened.

"Don't tell me you forgot!"

"N-no… I mean… I'll bring it right away."

Before Aliyah could say anything further, Mitali hurried towards the kitchen.

Dida sighed.

"Poor thing."

Pallavi smiled sympathetically.

"Aliyah's inspections are scarier than final exams."

When Fate Painted the Doorstep

Moments later, Mitali returned, carefully carrying the silver thaal filled with bright red aalta.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But fate had other plans.

Her saree pallu got caught under her foot.

"Arrey!"

Before anyone could react—

Thud!

The silver plate slipped from her hands.

The entire aalta spilled across the entrance.

Bright crimson liquid spread over the marble floor and around the doorstep.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Mitali froze in horror.

"Hey Bhagwan…"

Aliyah's eyes widened.

"What have you done?"

Mitali's face turned pale.

"I-I didn't mean to—"

"You didn't mean to?" Aliyah exploded.

"This is the grihapravesh of my son and daughter-in-law! And you ruined the entire entrance!"

"Aliyah, I—"

"Can't you do one simple thing properly?"

Mitali's eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry…"

Just then—

Panditji's voice echoed from inside.

"Everyone please assemble!"

The entire hall turned towards the temple area.

Panditji smiled.

"The auspicious time has begun. Please call all family members for the Lakshmi puja."

Abhi immediately clapped his hands.

"Come, everyone! The muhurat has started!"

Purab nodded.

"Dida, Sarita Behen, please come."

Pallavi gently held Mitali's trembling hand.

"Leave it for now, bhabhi. We'll clean it later."

But Aliyah was still staring at the spilled aalta spread around the doorway.

Something about it made her uneasy.

Almost as if fate itself had marked the threshold before the bride could.

Nearby, Mishti noticed the worried look on her aunt's face.

"Booji, Panditji is calling everyone," she said softly. "Come na."

Pallavi smiled warmly.

"Aliyah, leave it for now. The muhurat won't wait."

Aliyah reluctantly nodded, though her eyes lingered on the crimson stain one last time.

Unaware that destiny itself had painted the entrance—

the family assembled before the beautifully decorated temple.

The sound of mantras soon filled the mansion.

And somewhere on the road—

one car was steadily making its way toward the Mehra Mansion.

Inside sat four people.

Aryan and Shahana.

Sunny and Rakhi.

Two couples.

Two unborn children.

One family slowly moving toward another.

None of them knew that beyond those illuminated doors—

love, blessings, and long-buried truths were waiting beneath the Diwali lights.

And neither did the family inside realize that the spilled aalta around the entrance had unknowingly created footprints before the daughters-in-law had even arrived—

as though destiny itself had stepped into the Mehra Mansion before its children.

The Lamps Await Their Children

Outside, the night sky shimmered with fireworks as one car slowly made its way towards the brightly illuminated Mehra Mansion.

Inside sat Aryan and Shahana.

Beside them sat Sunny and Rakhi.

None of the four spoke much.

Shahana rested her head lightly against Aryan's shoulder.

Rakhi sat quietly, occasionally glancing at the lights outside, while Sunny drove with calm concentration.

And as the majestic gates of Mehra Mansion slowly came into view—

"Jai Ram… Raja Ram… Jai Jai Ram…" echoed softly in the background.

The bhajan seemed to blend with the glow of countless diyas.

Almost as though Ayodhya itself had descended upon the house.

Inside the mansion, Panditji sat before the beautifully decorated idols of Lakshmi and Ganesha.

The sacred fire danced softly.

Everyone assembled around him.

"Please fold your hands," Panditji announced.

Soon the entire family joined in.

Abhi and Pragya sat opposite each other.

Purab and Aliyah sat beside them.

Vikram and Pallavi sat nearby.

Dida, Sarita Behen, Mitali and the others completed the gathering.

After the mantras ended, Panditji smiled.

The Couples Before the Divine

"Now, as per tradition, the married couples of the family should perform the aarti together."

Everyone nodded happily.

Panditji looked towards Vikram and Pallavi.

"Please begin."

The couple smiled and performed the aarti together.

Then Panditji turned to Purab and Aliyah.

Aliyah immediately straightened her saree and smiled proudly.

Purab chuckled softly.

Together they offered the aarti.

But when Panditji's eyes moved toward Abhi and Pragya—

an almost imperceptible silence descended.

Abhi instinctively looked at Pragya.

Pragya too lifted her eyes toward him.

Their eyes met.

The years.

The separation.

The love.

Everything was there in that one glance.

And then—

Aliyah's expression hardened.

Her cold gaze shifted between them.

Though she said nothing, the message was obvious.

Not here.

Not now.

Pragya immediately lowered her eyes.

Abhi's smile faded slightly.

He looked away.

Panditji noticed their hesitation but remained silent.

Prachi frowned.

Ranbir noticed it too.

Purab sighed inwardly.

Even Dida's face became thoughtful.

But no one spoke.

No one—

except Rhea.

Rhea had been quietly watching everything.

And for some reason, something twisted painfully inside her.

Since learning the truth, every moment between Abhi and Pragya affected her differently.

She remembered her own words.

"I hate my mother."

And now, watching them hesitate to even stand together—

she felt guilty.

Very guilty.

Her eyes shifted to Aliyah.

Then back to Abhi.

And finally to Pragya.

No.

Not today.

Not on Diwali.

Not when Ram and Sita themselves had returned home.

Before anyone could react, Panditji smiled warmly.

"Since the elders seem hesitant, let the younger couples perform the aarti first. Lakshmi and Narayan reside equally in every generation."

Everyone nodded.

The First Blessing of the New Generation

Panditji looked towards Ranbir and Prachi.

"You two come first."

Prachi looked at Ranbir.

Ranbir smiled softly and held the aarti thaal.

Together, the two stood before the idols of Lakshmi and Ganesha.

The golden light of the diyas danced across their faces as they performed the aarti with devotion.

Purab smiled proudly.

Dida's eyes shone with happiness.

Even Pragya's face softened at the sight.

Meanwhile, sitting beside Sanju, Rhea had been thinking rapidly.

No.

She wasn't going to let another Diwali pass with her parents separated.

Her eyes suddenly brightened.

She nudged Sanju.

"Listen carefully."

Sanju blinked.

"What?"

Rhea lowered her voice conspiratorially.

"We are next."

Sanju nodded.

"Yes, so?"

"Before we perform the aarti, you are going to remove the fuse."

Sanju almost jumped.

"What?!"

He stared at her as if she'd lost her mind.

"Have you gone mad? I'll get into trouble!"

Rhea rolled her eyes.

"Arrey, buddhu! Nobody will die. It will only be for a few seconds."

Sanju looked horrified.

"And why should I do that?"

Rhea pinched his arm hard.

"Ouch!"

She glared at him.

"Because if you don't, I will kill you."

Sanju gasped dramatically.

"Rhea! You're threatening your own husband on Diwali!"

"Yes."

"With murder?"

"Yes."

"In front of Lakshmi Maa?"

"Sanju!"

"Fine! Fine! Stop pinching me!"

Rhea nodded triumphantly.

"Good. Once the lights go off, leave everything to me."

Sanju swallowed nervously.

"Bhagwan, save me from this woman."

Nearby, Sarita Behen looked suspiciously at them.

"What are you two whispering about?"

Rhea immediately smiled innocently.

"Nothing, Sarita Nani."

Sanju forced a smile that looked more like a cry for help.

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the conspiracy being planned by his daughter, Abhi sat quietly.

His eyes occasionally drifted towards Pragya.

And every time they met her eyes, they quickly looked away.

Neither realizing—

that their daughter had decided tonight was not only Diwali.

Tonight was also the homecoming of Ram and Sita.

And she intended to make sure Ayodhya welcomed both of them together.

Prachi and Ranbir completed the aarti together.

As the two of them bowed before Lakshmi and Ganesha, everyone smiled with satisfaction.

Panditji blessed them warmly.

"May your bond always remain blessed."

Just then—

Click!

The entire mansion plunged into darkness.

Gasps erupted around the room.

"What happened?"

"The lights!"

"Arrey!"

Mitali clutched Dida's hand.

Pallavi looked around in confusion.

Even Aliyah frowned.

"The generator should have started by now!"

Before anyone could panic, Rhea quickly stood up.

"Relax, everyone!" she said reassuringly. "It must be a temporary power cut."

Abhi frowned.

"But—"

Rhea smiled.

"Dad, Lakshmi Maa doesn't need electricity to bless us. Diyas are enough."

Panditji nodded approvingly.

"She is right. In olden times, families performed Lakshmi puja only with the light of diyas."

Rhea looked at Sanju.

"And since we're next, we'll manage."

Sanju smiled weakly.

"Y-yes. We'll manage."

Everyone reluctantly agreed.

Darkness Lit by Diyas

Soon, under the soft glow of the diyas and the sacred fire, Rhea and Sanju stepped forward.

The flickering flames cast gentle shadows across their faces as they performed the aarti together.

Meanwhile, Rhea bent slightly towards Sanju and whispered,

"Now listen carefully."

Sanju nearly dropped the thaal.

"W-what now?"

"After we finish, I will slyly pass the aarti to Ma."

Sanju blinked.

"And?"

"You have to make Dad catch it."

Sanju's eyes nearly popped out.

"What?!"

Rhea glared at him.

"Shh!"

He whispered in horror,

"What kind of planning and plotting is all this?"

His eyes darted nervously towards Abhi.

"If Sasurji comes to know about this, he'll cut me into pieces!"

Rhea pinched him hard.

"Ouch!"

"Do it," she whispered threateningly.

"Or?"

Sanju gulped.

He had seen enough of his wife's moods to know that unfinished "or" statements were far more dangerous than complete ones.

"Alright! Alright!" he whispered desperately.

"Bhagwan, save me."

Rhea smiled victoriously and continued rotating the aarti thaal as though nothing had happened.

Nearby, Sarita Behen narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"These two are definitely plotting something."

Purab chuckled softly.

"They are husband and wife. Plotting comes free with marriage."

Even in the dim light, Abhi's eyes occasionally drifted towards Pragya.

And Pragya, too, found herself stealing glances at him.

Neither of them knew—

that their mischievous daughter and terrified son-in-law were conspiring under Lakshmi Maa's blessings.

And somewhere outside, one car had just entered the gates of the Mehra Mansion.

The sound of "Jai Ram… Raja Ram…" continued softly in the distance.

As though Ayodhya itself had arrived—

and Ram and Sita were about to be brought together by their own daughter.

Rhea and Sanju continued performing the aarti under the soft glow of the diyas.

Sanju, though outwardly calm, was sweating profusely.

"Bhagwan," he prayed silently, "save your devotee today."

The Car Arrives at Ayodhya

Meanwhile, outside the Mehra Mansion, one car finally came to a halt.

Aryan stepped out first and carefully helped Shahana.

Sunny came around to Rakhi's side and offered his hand instinctively.

The four of them stood before the illuminated mansion.

But something felt strange.

"Why is everything dark?" Shahana wondered.

"And why are there no lights?" Rakhi asked softly.

Sunny frowned.

"Looks like a power cut."

Just then, Aryan looked towards the house and frowned.

"And what is all this water near the entrance?"

None of them realized it wasn't water.

It was the spilled aalta that had spread around the doorstep.

Aryan shook his head.

"I'll check the fuse."

And immediately went towards the side entrance.

Meanwhile, Sunny's eyes moved towards the hall.

Through the darkness, he could see the faint glow of diyas.

And then—

The circling of an aarti.

He smiled softly.

"The puja is going on."

He turned towards the two women.

"You both come slowly. I'll go inform everyone."

Shahana nodded.

But Rakhi smiled.

"I'll come with you."

Sunny smiled.

"As you wish."

Inside the temple room, Rhea and Sanju had almost completed their aarti.

Rhea whispered,

"Now."

Her fingers slyly extended the aarti thaal towards Pragya.

At the same moment, Sanju, whose heartbeat had nearly stopped from fear, nervously pushed the thaal towards Abhi.

Abhi blinked.

Pragya looked up in surprise.

Before either could react—

their hands met.

Together.

Holding the same aarti.

Their fingers brushing against each other after so long.

Both froze.

Outside—

Rakhi hurried behind Sunny.

But suddenly—

Clang!

Her foot struck the kalash placed near the entrance.

The pot rolled.

Rice scattered everywhere.

"Oh!"

Rakhi lost her balance.

"Rakhi!"

Sunny immediately caught her.

One arm around her waist.

Their bodies swayed.

But before either could recover—

their feet stepped forward instinctively.

The Return of Ram and Sita

One footprint each.

Onto the floor of the Mehra Mansion.

Into the spilled aalta.

Neither noticed.

Neither realized.

The red liquid clung to their feet.

And in the next second—

Their first footprints entered the mansion.

Inside—

Abhi and Pragya stood together.

The aarti in their joined hands.

Four eyes meeting.

Years of separation.

Years of longing.

Years of unfinished love.

And outside—

Unknown to everyone—

their lost daughter had stepped into her father's house.

For the first time.

Not as Kiara.

Not as Rakhi.

Not as a stranger.

But as Lakshmi herself.

And then—

As though heaven itself had been waiting for this moment—

The lights came back.

Instantly.

The entire Mehra Mansion burst into golden brilliance.

Fairy lights illuminated every balcony.

Hundreds of diyas shimmered.

The sacred fire glowed brighter.

And in the background—

"Ram Ram Jai Raja Ram...
Ram Ram Jai Sita Ram..."

echoed softly.

Everyone looked up in surprise.

Aliyah froze.

Purab stood speechless.

Dida's eyes widened.

Sarita Behen folded her hands instinctively.

Panditji himself rose to his feet in astonishment.

And before them stood—

Abhi and Pragya.

Together.

Holding the aarti.

Bathed in golden light.

Behind them—

Red footprints had appeared on the marble floor.

Beginning from the doorway.

Stretching inward.

Like the arrival of Lord Ram and Goddess Sita themselves.

And in those very footprints stood—

Sunny, still holding Rakhi protectively in his arms.

Neither of them aware—

That destiny had just completed a homecoming twenty-five years in the making.

And somewhere beyond human understanding—

Perhaps Lord Ram and Goddess Sita had smiled.

Because on the night of Diwali—

The Ram and Sita of Mehra Mansion had returned home.

And Ayodhya had lit itself.

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To be continued.

Rhea will finally get a moment for her parents. She will have them do the aarti.

It was part destiny, part planning. But it did end up becoming a homecoming.

Nice to see everyone making arrangements to welcome arhana.dida saying that purab is like the bride's grandmother was funny.though aliyah scolding mitali was bad I liked her showing interest in welcoming her son and bahu.sunny catching rakhi when she slipped..their grahpravesh..really lovely.sanju rhea's conversation was funny.nice to see rhea plotting to bring her parents together.abhigya doing aarti together was lovely.