Mr. Wrong... Right? ~ Parnavi SS

Childhood encounters, endless arguments, and stubborn egos define Parth and Vaishnavi's journey. As destiny repeatedly brings them together, friendship blossoms into love-but neither is willing to confess first. In this heartwarming Parnavi romance, family, laughter, and fate prove that sometimes Mr. Wrong is actually Mr. Right.

Chapter 1 (Written by Destiny)

A Promise That Changed Two Lives

"Some promises are not written on paper. They are written on the heart."

Mumbai, India

Twenty-Five Years Ago

The evening sky over Mumbai was unusually gloomy.

Dark clouds covered the city as heavy rain lashed the streets.

Inside Shanti Niketan, the magnificent Virani mansion, Tulsi was arranging fresh flowers before the household temple when the telephone rang.

She answered it.

"Hello?"

Her smile slowly disappeared.

"What?"

Within moments, she hurried towards the living room.

"Mihir!"

Mihir looked up from the newspaper.

"What happened?"

Tulsi's voice trembled.

"There's been an accident..."

Nearly an hour later...

A car stopped outside the mansion.

Mihir stepped out first.

His face was pale.

His eyes were swollen from holding back tears.

In his arms slept a tiny three-year-old girl.

Her little hands clutched a worn-out teddy bear tightly against her chest.

She looked exhausted.

Lost.

Completely unaware that her world had changed forever.

Tulsi's eyes immediately filled with tears.

She slowly walked towards them.

"Mihir..."

He looked at her silently before gently placing the sleeping child in Tulsi's arms.

"This is..."

"...Vaishnavi."

Tulsi looked down at the innocent little face.

The child stirred slightly in her sleep.

Softly...

Almost inaudibly...

She whispered,

"Papa..."

Mihir turned away.

He could no longer control his emotions.

Later that night...

Vaishnavi finally woke up.

She looked around the unfamiliar room.

Confused.

Scared.

"Mamma?"

No answer.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Papa?"

Still no answer.

Her lips began to tremble.

The bedroom door slowly opened.

Tulsi entered carrying a glass of warm milk.

She smiled gently.

"You're awake."

Vaishnavi immediately looked behind Tulsi.

"Where's Papa?"

Tulsi froze.

For a brief moment...

She had no words.

She placed the milk on the bedside table and sat beside the little girl.

"What is your name, beta?"

"...Vaishnavi."

"What a beautiful name."

The child looked around the room once again.

"When will Papa come?"

Tulsi could feel her own heart breaking.

Instead of answering...

She simply hugged the little girl.

Vaishnavi buried her face into Tulsi's shoulder and began crying.

"Mamma... Papa..."

Tulsi held her tightly.

"I'm here..."

"I'm here, beta."

Outside the room...

Mihir stood silently.

Listening to the cries of his best friend's daughter.

Every tear she shed reminded him of the promise he had made years ago.

The next morning...

The family lawyer and Inspector Sharma arrived at Shanti Niketan.

Several documents lay on the centre table.

Inspector Sharma spoke gently.

"Mihir ji..."

"Before the accident..."

"Your friend updated his legal guardianship papers."

"He entrusted Vaishnavi's care to you if anything ever happened to him and his wife."

Mihir lowered his head.

The lawyer placed an envelope before him.

"This was addressed to you."

With trembling hands, Mihir unfolded the letter.

It read:

My dear Mihir,

If you are reading this, fate has been cruel to my family.

I have only one request.

Please don't let Vaishnavi grow up feeling alone.

Raise her with the same love you would give your own child.

I know there is no one in this world I trust more than you and Tulsi.

Your friend... always.

Mihir couldn't read another word.

His vision blurred with tears.

He folded the letter carefully and held it close to his heart.

That evening...

He stood on the balcony overlooking the rain-soaked garden.

Tulsi quietly joined him.

Neither spoke for several moments.

Finally...

Mihir broke the silence.

"I couldn't save my friend."

Tulsi gently placed her hand over his.

"But you can keep his faith alive."

He looked towards Vaishnavi's room.

A small light glowed from inside.

"I promised him..."

"...that if he ever needed me..."

"...I'd always be there."

His voice cracked.

"I intend to keep that promise."

Tulsi smiled softly.

"So do I."

There were no legal formalities discussed.

No declarations.

No grand speeches.

Only a silent understanding between two compassionate hearts.

From that day onward...

Shanti Niketan was no longer just a house for little Vaishnavi.

It became her home.

And for Tulsi and Mihir...

A promise became a lifelong responsibility.

One they would cherish with all their hearts.

A Home Filled With Love

"Families are not always born. Sometimes, they are built with love, one day at a time."

Three Years Later

Shanti Niketan was no longer the silent mansion it had once been.

Its corridors echoed with laughter.

Tiny footsteps raced across the marble floors every morning.

And almost every day...

One familiar voice filled the entire house.

"Papa!"

Six-year-old Vaishnavi came running through the living room, her school bag bouncing against her back.

Mihir looked up from his morning newspaper and smiled.

"Slow down, princess!"

She threw herself into his arms.

"I got full marks in my spelling test!"

"Really?"

She proudly showed him her notebook.

Every answer had a bright red tick beside it.

Mihir kissed her forehead.

"I knew my daughter would make me proud."

Vaishnavi's face lit up.

"You really think so?"

"I don't think so."

"I know so."

From the dining room...

Tulsi watched them with a smile.

"Both of you will be late if this celebration continues."

Vaishnavi giggled.

"Maa..."

"Papa started it."

Mihir looked offended.

"I did not!"

"You came running first."

"I only wanted my hug."

Tulsi laughed.

"Enough."

"My two children can continue this debate after breakfast."

Vaishnavi blinked.

"Two children?"

Tulsi looked at Mihir.

"One may be six years old..."

"...the other refuses to grow up."

Mihir placed a dramatic hand over his heart.

"See, Vaishu?"

"Your Maa always takes your side."

Vaishnavi burst into laughter.

Life slowly returned to normal.

Vaishnavi joined school.

She made friends.

She learnt to smile again.

Although there were nights when she quietly sat near the window holding her old teddy bear...

Thinking about the parents she barely remembered.

Whenever those moments came...

Tulsi never questioned her.

She simply sat beside her.

Sometimes...

Silence comforted more than words.

One evening...

Vaishnavi was arranging her crayons when she noticed an old photograph on the bookshelf.

It showed her parents smiling.

She carefully picked it up.

"Maa?"

Tulsi looked up from folding clothes.

"Yes, beta?"

"Were my Mamma and Papa good people?"

Tulsi walked over and sat beside her.

"They were wonderful people."

"Your father was one of the kindest men your Papa ever knew."

"And your mother..."

"...had the most beautiful smile."

Vaishnavi smiled softly.

"I wish I remembered them."

Tulsi gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You may not remember everything..."

"But they loved you very much."

"And so do we."

Vaishnavi quietly rested her head on Tulsi's shoulder.

Months passed.

The bond between Mihir and Vaishnavi grew stronger with each passing day.

Every evening...

He returned from work carrying something for her.

Sometimes chocolates.

Sometimes storybooks.

Sometimes colourful hair clips.

One evening...

He arrived empty-handed.

Vaishnavi looked at his hands.

"Papa..."

"You forgot my surprise."

Mihir smiled mysteriously.

"Who said I forgot?"

He bent down.

"My surprise is waiting outside."

Vaishnavi ran towards the garden.

Her eyes widened.

A brand-new bicycle stood near the gate with a bright pink ribbon tied around it.

She gasped.

"For me?"

Mihir nodded.

"For my brave little girl."

She threw her arms around him.

"You are the best Papa in the whole world!"

Tulsi smiled from the veranda.

Watching the two together...

It was impossible to believe they weren't father and daughter.

Because love had erased every difference.

Meanwhile...

Thousands of kilometres away...

In New York...

Another Virani household was celebrating.

A little boy had just blown out three birthday candles.

"Happy Birthday, Parth!"

Karan lifted his son into his arms.

Nandini kissed his cheeks.

"My little superhero is three today."

Parth grinned mischievously.

"I'm a big boy now!"

Karan laughed.

"Really?"

"Then can big boys eat all this cake by themselves?"

Parth nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes!"

Nandini laughed.

"I don't think so."

She wiped the icing off his nose.

"My little pilot still needs his Mom."

Parth wrapped his tiny arms around her neck.

"I'll always need my Mom."

Karan shook his head with a smile.

"Our son has completely stolen your heart."

Nandini looked lovingly at Parth.

"He didn't steal it."

"I gave it to him the day he was born."

That very evening...

Karan received a call from Mumbai.

"Papa?"

A smile spread across his face.

"How are you?"

Mihir's warm voice came through the receiver.

"We're all doing well."

"And your little champion?"

Karan looked at Parth, who was happily playing with his toy airplane.

"He's growing up too fast."

Mihir chuckled.

"Then it's time you brought him to India."

"Tulsi misses him."

"So do I."

Karan smiled.

"We were thinking of coming during his school holidays."

"Good."

"Shanti Niketan has been waiting for its youngest grandson."

As the two brothers continued talking...

Neither of them realized...

That very soon...

Two little children...

Living in two different worlds...

Were about to meet for the very first time.

The First Meeting

"Every unforgettable story has a first meeting. Sometimes it's magical... and sometimes it begins with a quarrel."

A Week Later

Shanti Niketan had come alive once again.

Tulsi supervised the servants as they decorated the entrance with fresh marigold garlands.

"Mohan, place those flowers properly."

"Yes, Baa."

The cook bustled around the kitchen.

The aroma of fresh Gujarati delicacies filled the mansion.

Mihir glanced at his watch every few minutes.

"They should have reached by now."

Tulsi smiled knowingly.

"You've been waiting since morning."

"I'm waiting for my grandson."

"And I'm waiting for my son and daughter-in-law."

Before Mihir could reply...

The security guard opened the gates.

A white car slowly entered the driveway.

"They're here!"

The front door opened.

Karan stepped out first.

"Maa!"

Tulsi hurried forward and embraced him.

"My son..."

"It's been so long."

"I missed you."

"So did we."

Mihir hugged Karan warmly.

"My boy."

Then Nandini stepped out of the car.

She immediately bent down to touch Tulsi and Mihir's feet.

"Maa..."

"Papa..."

"Bless me."

Tulsi lovingly placed her hand on Nandini's head.

"Always stay happy."

Mihir smiled.

"Our daughter has become even more beautiful."

Nandini laughed.

"Papa..."

"You always say that."

"Because it's true."

Everyone laughed.

Suddenly...

A tiny voice came from inside the car.

"Mom..."

"Are we there?"

Nandini smiled.

"Come out, sweetheart."

A curly-haired little three-year-old boy climbed out of the car carrying a toy airplane.

He looked around curiously.

"So this is India?"

Karan chuckled.

"Yes."

"And this..."

He pointed towards Mihir.

"...is your Dadu."

Parth looked up.

"Dadu?"

Mihir knelt down with open arms.

Parth ran straight into them.

"Dadu!"

"My little champion!"

Mihir lifted him into the air.

"I've missed you so much."

Parth giggled.

"I came in an aeroplane!"

"Did you?"

"Yes!"

"And I didn't cry."

Everyone laughed.

"Baa!"

Parth stretched out his little arms.

Tulsi immediately took him from Mihir.

"My handsome grandson."

Parth kissed her cheek.

"I missed you."

Tulsi smiled lovingly.

"I missed you too."

Nandini watched the scene with moist eyes.

Karan gently placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Our son is home."

From upstairs...

A little girl watched everything curiously.

Six-year-old Vaishnavi stood on the staircase holding her favourite pinwheel.

She had heard everyone talking about Parth.

Now she wanted to see him.

Tulsi noticed her.

"Vaishu..."

"Come here, beta."

Vaishnavi slowly walked downstairs.

She stood beside Tulsi.

Mihir smiled.

"Parth..."

"This is Vaishnavi."

"Our Vaishu."

Parth looked at her for a few seconds.

Then...

His attention shifted.

The colourful pinwheel in her hand caught his eye.

His eyes sparkled.

"I like that."

Vaishnavi smiled proudly.

"Papa bought it for me."

Parth walked closer.

"Can I play with it?"

She thought for a moment.

Then hugged it closer.

"No."

"It's mine."

Parth frowned.

"I'll give it back."

"No."

"I only want to play."

"No."

Parth wasn't used to hearing that word.

Before anyone could stop him...

He reached out and grabbed the pinwheel.

Vaishnavi immediately held on to it.

"It's mine!"

"I'll return it!"

"No!"

The two little children pulled from opposite sides.

Suddenly...

Rip!

The colourful paper blades tore apart.

The pinwheel fell to the floor.

Silence.

Vaishnavi stared at her broken toy.

Her lower lip trembled.

"You spoiled it..."

Parth looked at the torn pinwheel.

For the first time...

He realised what he had done.

"I..."

Before he could explain...

Vaishnavi glared at him.

"I don't like you!"

She picked up the broken pinwheel and ran upstairs.

The entire hall fell silent.

Parth looked at Nandini.

"I only wanted to play."

Nandini knelt beside him.

"I know."

"But before taking someone else's things..."

"You should always ask."

Parth lowered his head.

"I'm sorry."

Nandini smiled gently.

"Then say sorry to Vaishnavi."

Parth looked towards the staircase.

"But she went away."

"You'll get another chance."

That evening...

Nandini sat beside Vaishnavi on the balcony.

In her hand was a brand-new pinwheel they had bought on the way from the airport.

"This is for you."

Vaishnavi looked surprised.

"For me?"

Nandini nodded.

"Parth didn't mean to spoil your toy."

"Sometimes..."

"He acts before he thinks."

Vaishnavi accepted the new pinwheel.

"Thank you."

Nandini smiled.

"Will you be friends with him?"

Vaishnavi looked towards the garden where Parth was playing with Mihir.

She thought for a few seconds.

Then quietly shook her head.

"No."

Nandini couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's see how long that lasts."

Far below...

Parth looked up at the balcony.

For a brief moment...

The two children locked eyes.

Neither smiled.

Neither looked away.

Then...

Both turned in opposite directions.

Neither knew...

This wouldn't be their last meeting.

It was only the first page...

Of a story that had just begun.

Growing Up, Growing Apart

"Time changed them. Circumstances separated them. Yet life kept bringing them to the same place."

Three Years Later

Shanti Niketan was decorated with colourful balloons.

The Virani family had gathered to celebrate Mihir's birthday.

Nine-year-old Vaishnavi stood proudly beside Tulsi.

"Maa, is everyone here?"

"Almost."

Just then...

A familiar car entered through the gates.

"Dadu!"

Six-year-old Parth jumped out before the driver could even open the door properly.

He ran straight into Mihir's arms.

"My champion!"

Parth laughed.

"I've grown taller!"

Mihir measured him against himself.

"Hmm..."

"Just a little."

Parth pouted.

"I'm much taller."

The family burst into laughter.

That afternoon...

Mihir announced a treasure hunt for all the children.

"You'll play in two teams."

He looked around.

"Parth..."

"You'll lead one team."

He turned towards Vaishnavi.

"And Vaishu..."

"You'll lead the other."

Both immediately looked at each other.

"I'll win."

Parth declared confidently.

Vaishnavi folded her arms.

"We'll see."

The game began.

Every clue became a competition.

Whenever Parth solved one...

Vaishnavi solved another.

The children raced across the garden...

The terrace...

The library...

Finally...

Vaishnavi's team found the treasure chest first.

"We won!"

Her teammates cheered loudly.

Parth sighed dramatically.

"You were lucky."

Vaishnavi smiled.

"Winners don't need luck."

Parth simply shook his head.

"I'll beat you next time."

Two Years Later

It was Uttarayan.

The terrace of Shanti Niketan was alive with excitement.

The winter sky sparkled with hundreds of colourful kites.

Eight-year-old Parth proudly held his brand-new kite.

Eleven-year-old Vaishnavi smiled mischievously.

"So..."

"Ready to lose again?"

Parth looked offended.

"I never lose twice."

She laughed.

"We'll find out."

Within minutes...

Their kites danced across the sky.

The family watched from behind.

Karan cheered for Parth.

Mihir encouraged Vaishnavi.

Nandini stood beside Tulsi, enjoying the friendly rivalry.

For several minutes...

Neither gave up.

Then...

With one clever pull...

Vaishnavi's kite sliced Parth's string.

"Kaipo Che!"

The terrace erupted in applause.

Parth watched his kite disappear into the sky.

He turned towards Vaishnavi.

"You practised."

She smiled proudly.

"Maybe."

"I'll practise harder."

"I'll be waiting."

Three Years Later

The Virani family had organised a picnic on the outskirts of Mumbai.

Parth, now eleven, had become calmer.

Vaishnavi, fourteen, had grown into a responsible teenager.

The younger children played near the gardens.

Suddenly...

One little boy wandered away.

Within moments...

The family realised he was missing.

Everyone began searching.

Parth noticed tiny footprints leading towards a nearby mango orchard.

At the same time...

Vaishnavi spotted a small cap lying on the ground.

Without saying a word...

The two began searching in the same direction.

A few minutes later...

They found the frightened child sitting beneath a tree.

"There you are."

Vaishnavi smiled warmly.

The little boy immediately hugged her.

Parth gently lifted him into his arms.

"Let's take him back."

The walk back was unusually quiet.

For the first time...

Neither argued.

Neither competed.

They simply walked together.

As they reached the picnic area...

The family sighed in relief.

Mihir hugged the little boy.

"You both did well."

Parth smiled.

"So did Vaishnavi."

She looked at him in surprise.

"And so did you."

It was the first compliment either of them had ever given the other.

A brief one.

But genuine.

As the years continued to pass...

Parth returned to New York after every visit.

Vaishnavi remained in Mumbai.

They met only during family gatherings.

Sometimes they argued.

Sometimes they competed.

Sometimes they hardly spoke.

Yet somehow...

Neither visit to India ever seemed complete without crossing paths with the other.

Life moved on.

Childhood slowly gave way to adolescence.

Without either of them realizing...

The little rivalries of yesterday had quietly become cherished memories.

Homecoming

"Sometimes, years pass in the blink of an eye. People grow up, lives change... but a single journey can change everything."

Five Years Later

The magnificent Virani mansion glowed under thousands of fairy lights.

It was the wedding of one of the Virani cousins.

Relatives from every corner of the world had gathered at Shanti Niketan.

Karan had arrived from New York with Nandini and sixteen-year-old Parth.

As soon as he entered the mansion...

Parth bent down before Tulsi.

"Baa."

Tulsi lovingly placed her hand on his head.

"Stay happy, beta."

He then hugged Mihir.

"Dadu!"

"My grandson!"

Mihir embraced him tightly.

"You've become taller than me."

Parth laughed.

"You finally noticed."

Nandini smiled as she watched grandfather and grandson tease each other.

Meanwhile...

Nineteen-year-old Vaishnavi was helping Tulsi supervise the wedding arrangements.

"Vaishu."

"Have the flower baskets reached the mandap?"

"Yes, Maa."

"And the guests?"

"They've all been shown to their rooms."

Tulsi smiled proudly.

"You've handled everything beautifully."

Vaishnavi smiled.

"I learnt from the best."

The wedding preparations continued.

Everywhere...

People bustled with excitement.

Yet...

Two people kept missing each other.

Parth walked into the kitchen looking for a bottle of water.

"I think Baa kept it here..."

Just then...

Vaishnavi stepped out through the opposite door carrying trays of sweets.

Neither looked back.

A few minutes later...

Vaishnavi climbed the staircase to fetch the bride's jewellery.

At that exact moment...

Parth came downstairs after helping Karan decorate the terrace.

Again...

They missed each other.

That evening...

The little children insisted on taking photographs in the garden.

"Parth bhaiya!"

"Come quickly!"

Parth walked towards them.

At the same time...

Tulsi called out from the opposite side.

"Vaishu!"

"The photographer is waiting."

Vaishnavi hurried towards the family portrait area.

Just as she reached...

Parth had already been called away by Mihir.

Throughout the wedding...

Their paths crossed again and again.

One arrived.

The other left.

One turned left.

The other turned right.

They were always just a few steps apart.

Late that night...

The wedding ceremony finally concluded.

Parth stood on the balcony admiring the lights decorating the garden.

Nandini joined him.

"Tired?"

He smiled.

"A little."

"But weddings in India are much more fun."

She laughed.

"They certainly are."

After a brief silence, Parth asked,

"Mom..."

"Dadu keeps mentioning someone called Vaishu."

Nandini smiled.

"She's been living here since she was a little girl."

"Oh."

"I don't think I've seen her."

"You probably did..."

"...without realizing it."

Parth simply nodded.

Elsewhere...

Vaishnavi was helping Tulsi clear away the last of the decorations.

Mihir walked over.

"You've worked all day."

"Go and get some rest."

"I'm fine, Papa."

He smiled affectionately.

"You always say that."

As she turned to leave...

Her eyes briefly fell on the balcony upstairs.

A young man stood there talking to Nandini.

She couldn't see his face clearly.

Before she could look again...

He had already walked inside.

She thought nothing of it.

Present Day

New York

Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Virani residence.

The peaceful morning was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Mom!"

"Where are my car keys?"

Nandini smiled from the kitchen.

"Exactly where I told you to keep them."

Twenty-five-year-old Parth came downstairs carrying his laptop bag.

"I checked."

"No, you didn't."

She opened the drawer beside the entrance.

"There."

Parth laughed.

"I knew you'd find them."

Karan looked up from his newspaper.

"I sometimes wonder how you'll manage without your mother."

Parth grinned.

"I won't have to."

Nandini handed him a cup of coffee.

"Here."

"Just the way you like it."

He took a sip.

"Perfect."

She smiled knowingly.

"I know."

Just then...

Parth's phone rang.

Dadu Calling...

He answered immediately.

"Dadu!"

Mihir's cheerful voice echoed through the speaker.

"My grandson!"

"When are you coming home?"

Parth smiled.

"Very soon."

"In fact..."

He looked at Karan.

"I think I'll be seeing all of you sooner than expected."

Karan folded the newspaper.

"I was just about to tell you."

Parth looked at him curiously.

"The Mumbai office needs someone to take charge."

"I've decided..."

"...you're going."

Parth blinked.

"Me?"

Karan nodded.

"For at least a year."

Nandini smiled warmly.

"It'll be good for you."

"You've been away from India for too long."

Parth slowly smiled.

"So..."

"I'm going home."

Mumbai

At the same time...

Vaishnavi finished arranging fresh flowers in the living room.

Mihir entered with a smile.

"Vaishu."

"Karan, Nandini and Parth are landing tomorrow morning."

She looked up.

"Really?"

Mihir nodded.

"I want you to come with me to the airport."

"Of course, Papa."

She smiled.

"It'll be nice to see Karan Bhaiya and Nandini Bhabhi after so many years."

"And Parth?"

Mihir asked teasingly.

Vaishnavi laughed softly.

"I barely remember him."

Mihir smiled.

"I doubt he'll remember you either."

Neither of them knew...

That after years of childhood meetings...

Friendly rivalries...

And countless near misses...

The next meeting would change both their lives forever.

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To be continued.

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