Jab Parth Met Vaishnavi ~ Parnavi SS

A heartwarming Mumbai rom-com about carefree twenty-five-year-old Parth Virani, whose dream of settling abroad shatters. Moving to Mumbai with his cousin Dev, he unexpectedly meets twenty-eight-year-old Vaishnavi Shah. Amid friendship, laughter, and family bonds, destiny turns an accidental meeting into an unforgettable love story.

Chapter 1 (A Rejected Dream)

The Great Foreign Dream

The Virani mansion had witnessed celebrations, tears, business meetings, and enough family drama to last several lifetimes.

But this morning, the entire family had gathered for something far more serious.

Parth Virani had made an announcement.

"I'm settling abroad."

Silence.

Karan Virani slowly lowered his newspaper.

Nandini stopped arranging flowers.

Tulsi Virani paused midway through feeding Mihir a piece of dhokla.

And Mihir adjusted his spectacles.

Parth smiled proudly.

"Canada, to be precise."

Dev, lounging on the sofa with a bowl of chips, almost choked.

"Again?"

Parth frowned.

"What do you mean, again?"

"Last year it was London. Before that, Australia. Before that, Dubai. Before that, you wanted to become a travel vlogger and live in Bali."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Parth glared at his cousin.

"Dev bhai, great visionaries are always misunderstood."

Karan sighed.

"Beta, first decide what you want to become."

"I have decided."

"What?"

"An NRI."

Mihir blinked.

"That's not a profession."

"It is, Dadu. Look at Instagram."

Tulsi chuckled and affectionately pinched his cheek.

"My grandson will become whatever he wants."

"See!" Parth pointed triumphantly. "Baa believes in me."

Nandini smiled helplessly.

"We believe in you too, Parth. But dreams need planning."

Parth dramatically stood up.

"Everything is planned, Mom."

"Really?" Dev raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely."

"Where's your passport?"

Parth froze.

Everyone looked at him.

"Passport?" he repeated nervously.

"Yes, Mr. Future Canadian."

Parth scratched his head.

"I think I kept it somewhere safe."

Dev burst out laughing.

"You don't know where your passport is?"

"It's so safe that even I can't find it."

The entire family erupted with laughter.

Karan shook his head.

"This boy!"

Tulsi wiped tears of laughter.

"My Parth is unique."

Mihir smiled.

"Unique? He's a full-time entertainment channel."

Parth folded his arms.

"Keep laughing. One day you'll all say—there goes Parth Virani, international businessman."

Dev grinned.

"And we'll proudly tell people we know the CEO of Canada."

Even Parth couldn't stop laughing.

But behind the jokes…

Behind the teasing…

Twenty-five-year-old Parth Virani genuinely wanted to prove himself.

For the first time in his life, he wanted something seriously.

He wanted a fresh start.

A new country.

A new life.

Two weeks later…

The entire Virani mansion was in chaos.

Because today was the day.

Parth Virani's visa interview.

He had barely slept the previous night.

Not because he was nervous.

But because he had spent the entire night watching YouTube videos titled:

"Top 10 Things Nobody Tells You About Canada."

And now…

He was panicking.

"Baa!"

Parth came running downstairs.

"Baa! Where's my file?"

Tulsi smiled.

"The same place where I kept it after you forgot it on the dining table yesterday."

"My sweet Baa!"

He kissed her cheek.

Nandini rolled her eyes.

"You only remember your Baa when you lose things."

Karan laughed.

"Beta, the poor woman isn't Google."

Dev walked in, munching on a sandwich.

"He doesn't need Google. He has Tulsi Baa."

Parth glared at him.

"Dev bhai, today is the biggest day of my life."

"So is your blood pressure."

"Stop joking!"

Dev grinned.

"I'm serious. You've checked your documents seventeen times."

"Sixteen."

"See? You counted."

Mihir chuckled.

"Let him be. Even I was nervous during my first business meeting."

Tulsi lovingly adjusted Parth's collar.

"My handsome grandson will do well."

Parth smiled.

"Thank you, Baa. When I become a Canadian citizen, I'll take you there."

"And leave us here?" Mihir asked dramatically.

Parth laughed.

"No, Dadu. You and Baa are a package deal."

Karan shook his head.

"You haven't even attended the interview and you're planning family vacations."

Nandini came with a bowl of curd and sugar.

"First eat this."

Parth obediently opened his mouth.

Dev immediately opened his too.

"Aunty, me too."

Nandini laughed.

"You're not going for an interview."

"I'm going with him. Emotional support."

Parth sighed.

"More like emotional damage."

Everybody laughed.

As they headed towards the car, Tulsi called out—

"Thakur ji bless you, Parth."

He smiled and folded his hands.

"Don't worry, Baa. Your grandson will make you proud."

Little did he know…

His dreams were about to receive the biggest shock.

And destiny…

Had already begun preparing something far more beautiful.

Bad News

The visa office.

Parth Virani emerged from the building with a blank expression.

Dev, who had been waiting outside with two cups of coffee, immediately stood up.

"Bro!"

No response.

"Parth?"

Still no response.

Dev frowned.

"What happened? Did they reject your application?"

Parth slowly turned towards him.

His eyes were moist.

"They rejected me."

Dev blinked.

"What?"

"They rejected me!"

"Canada rejected Parth Virani?"

Parth snatched the coffee from his hand.

"Stop making jokes!"

Dev bit his lips to stop himself from laughing.

"No, no. I'm serious. Why?"

"They said my profile wasn't strong enough."

Dev's face softened.

"Oh."

Parth sat down on a nearby bench.

"My dream is over, Dev bhai."

"It's not over."

"It is."

"Bro, it's just a visa."

"No. It was my future."

Dev sat beside him.

"Listen, Parth. There are a hundred countries in the world."

"I only wanted Canada."

"And Canada only wanted peace."

Parth glared at him.

"Not funny."

"Sorry."

Parth buried his face in his hands.

"For once, I was serious about something."

Dev's expression softened.

"I know."

"And I failed."

"No, you didn't."

"Everyone will laugh at me."

Dev smiled.

"Everyone already laughs at you. That's not new."

Parth looked at him and despite himself, let out a laugh.

"You're impossible."

"And you're dramatic."

The two cousins sat in silence.

Suddenly, Dev snapped his fingers.

"Done!"

Parth looked up.

"What?"

"We are going to Mumbai."

Parth stared at him.

"What?"

"Mumbai."

"Why?"

"Because sitting at home and crying like Devdas isn't an option."

Parth sighed.

"I don't want to do anything."

"Tough luck."

Dev grinned.

"I got admission for my MBA coaching in Mumbai. You applied too, remember?"

Parth blinked.

"Oh."

"And we'll stay together."

"I don't know, Dev bhai."

"Bro, Mumbai has beaches."

"Hmm."

"Vada pav."

"Hmm."

"Cricket."

"Hmm."

"And beautiful girls."

Parth finally looked up.

"Beautiful girls?"

Dev smirked.

"Now I'm getting your attention."

Parth smiled weakly.

"But I don't feel like going."

"That's exactly why you should."

Just then, Karan called.

"Hello, Dad."

"Beta, how did it go?"

Parth became silent.

Dev gently took the phone.

"Kaka?"

"Yes, Dev?"

"There was a rejection."

"Oh."

"But don't worry. I've got everything under control."

Karan smiled on the other side.

"I know you do."

After hanging up, Dev wrapped an arm around Parth's shoulders.

"Come on, partner."

"Where?"

"Home."

"And then?"

"Mumbai."

Parth sighed.

"And then?"

Dev grinned.

"And then we'll figure out life."

Little did the two cousins know…

Life had already figured them out.

Mumbai Calling

The atmosphere inside the Virani mansion was unusually quiet.

Parth sat on the swing in the garden, staring blankly at the evening sky.

For the first time in years…

Parth Virani wasn't cracking jokes.

He wasn't humming songs.

He wasn't annoying anyone.

He was simply…

Silent.

And that worried everyone.

Tulsi walked towards him with a glass of mango milkshake.

"My grandson hasn't smiled all day."

Parth forced a smile.

"I'm okay, Baa."

"No, you're not."

She sat beside him and lovingly caressed his hair.

"You know, when Mihir and I started our life together, nothing went according to plan."

Parth looked up.

"Really?"

Tulsi smiled.

"Really. Sometimes God closes one door because He wants us to enter another."

Parth sighed.

"But Baa, I really wanted Canada."

"And maybe God wants something even better for you."

He smiled sadly.

"Like what?"

Tulsi chuckled.

"If I knew God's plans, I'd be sitting in heaven, not in the garden."

Parth laughed softly.

Just then, Dev entered dramatically.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Tulsi laughed.

"Who's the gentleman here?"

"Me, Baa."

"Since when?"

"Since three minutes ago."

Parth shook his head.

"Dev bhai, not now."

"No, especially now."

Dev sat beside him.

"I have an announcement."

"I'm not interested."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"Fine. Baa, I'm taking him."

Parth frowned.

"Where?"

"Mumbai."

"I'm not going."

"You are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Tulsi smiled, enjoying the cousins' argument.

"Will somebody tell me what's happening?"

Dev grinned.

"Baa, I got admission in Mumbai for MBA coaching."

"That's wonderful!"

"And Mr. Canada here also got selected."

Parth blinked.

"What?"

Dev handed him an email.

Parth's eyes widened.

"I forgot about this."

Dev burst out laughing.

"Exactly! The man who forgot his passport also forgot his admission."

Tulsi laughed.

"My boys are impossible."

"But Dev bhai…"

"No buts."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Perfect. Mumbai will fix that."

Parth sighed.

"What if I fail again?"

Dev smiled.

"Then we'll fail together."

"What if nothing works out?"

"Then we'll figure it out together."

"What if life becomes worse?"

Dev smirked.

"Then we'll complain together."

Parth laughed.

"And if life becomes better?"

Dev winked.

"Then we'll celebrate together."

Tulsi smiled proudly at the two cousins.

"That's what family means."

Just then, Mihir entered.

"What's this celebration?"

"Parth is going to Mumbai!" Tulsi announced excitedly.

"What?"

Soon Karan and Nandini joined them.

"Mumbai?" Karan asked.

Dev nodded enthusiastically.

"Kaka, trust me. I'll take care of him."

Nandini smiled.

"And who'll take care of you?"

Dev scratched his head.

"That's… a good question."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Seeing the smile return to his son's face after days, Karan put a hand on Parth's shoulder.

"Go, beta."

Parth looked up.

"Dad?"

"Sometimes life doesn't give us what we want because it has something better in store."

Nandini kissed his forehead.

"And remember, home will always be waiting for you."

Parth smiled.

For the first time since the rejection…

He felt hope.

Goodbye, Ahmedabad

The Virani mansion was in complete chaos.

Suitcases.

Bags.

Snacks.

And a thousand instructions.

Parth stood in the middle of his room, staring at his overflowing suitcase.

"Dev bhai!" he shouted.

"Why do I have seventeen T-shirts and only two pairs of jeans?"

Dev entered with a grin.

"Because you packed like a man preparing for a fashion show."

Parth frowned.

"And why are there six packets of khakra in my suitcase?"

Tulsi appeared at the door.

"Because Mumbai doesn't have khakra like Ahmedabad."

Parth smiled.

"My sweet Baa."

"And don't forget the thepla."

"Baa, I'm going to Mumbai, not Mars."

Tulsi smacked his arm lovingly.

"A grandson should never argue with his Baa."

Mihir entered with a smile.

"And don't forget your medicines."

"Dadu, I'm twenty-five."

"So? Even I forget my medicines."

The two men burst out laughing.

Meanwhile downstairs, Nandini was busy stuffing more food into bags.

Karan shook his head.

"Nandini, they're going for coaching, not opening a restaurant."

"They'll need food."

"They can order food."

"They'll get sick."

"Then they'll learn."

Nandini glared at him.

"Very funny."

Just then, Dev walked downstairs carrying his own suitcase.

"Aunty, don't worry. I'll take care of Parth."

Karan smiled.

"I'm more worried about who'll take care of you."

Everyone laughed.

Soon it was time.

Parth touched Karan's feet.

"Take care of yourself, Dad."

Karan hugged him tightly.

"Make mistakes, learn, enjoy yourself. But most importantly, become responsible."

He nodded.

Then he bent before Nandini.

She hugged him immediately.

"Call me every day."

"Every day?"

"Twice a day."

"Mom!"

"Three times?"

Parth laughed.

"Okay."

Then came Mihir.

"Enjoy your life, beta."

"Dadu."

"And remember, money is important."

Parth smiled.

"Noted."

"And never lend money to Dev."

"Mihir Dadu!" Dev protested.

The entire family laughed.

Finally, Parth turned towards Tulsi.

Without a word, he hugged her tightly.

Tulsi kissed his forehead.

"My child."

Parth suddenly felt tears in his eyes.

"Baa…"

"Don't cry."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"A little."

She smiled lovingly.

"Wherever you go, God goes before you."

Parth nodded.

"And whenever you miss home… remember that your Baa is always waiting."

Unable to control himself, he hugged her again.

"Love you, Baa."

"I love you too, my child."

Soon, the two cousins climbed into the car.

As the vehicle moved out of the gates, everyone waved.

Parth rolled down the window.

"Bye, Mom!"

"Bye, Dad!"

"Bye, Dadu!"

"Bye, Baa!"

"Bye, everyone!"

Dev grinned.

"Bro."

"Hmm?"

"Ready for Mumbai?"

Parth smiled softly.

"Ready."

Dev smiled back.

"Then let's begin the next chapter of our lives."

The car disappeared into the bustling streets of Ahmedabad, heading towards Mumbai.

Neither Parth nor Dev knew...

That this journey wasn't just about a new city.

It was about destiny.

Hundreds of kilometres away...

Mumbai.

The city never slept.

Waves crashed against Marine Drive.

Local trains rushed through crowded stations.

Office-goers hurried home.

Somewhere amidst the chaos...

A young woman stepped out of her office with a smile.

Twenty-eight-year-old Vaishnavi Shah.

Independent.

Cheerful.

Mature.

Completely unaware...

That destiny had already begun writing a love story she had never asked for.

And that a carefree twenty-five-year-old boy from Ahmedabad...

Was on his way to turn her perfectly organized life upside down.

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To be continued.