Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 28 July 2025 EDT
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki: Episode Discussion Thread - 23
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WRITER's NOTE: Heylo dears! I'm back with my daily update! Oh and I PM-ed about the promo for the FF, if you haven't checked it, please do! I think it shows the first chapter pretty aptly eh?
Enjoy the next scene 😊
*None of my work can be copied without explicit written permission from me. It's not polite to steal ideas.*
Chapter 8 Scene 2
[Raizada House, Dadi's room]
Dadi keeps the buff colored envelope carefully in her cupboard. She then picks up the phone and dials a number. Shyam picks up his mobile.
"Damadji, Arnav ne un kaagzaat par dastkhat kar diye hain," she says. Shyam looks down at Anjali peacefully dozing off on his chest.
"Hum Rani Sahiba ko leke bas ghar pahunchne hi wale hain Dadiji. Hum aapse woh kagazaat abhi le lenge," he replies in a whispered tone.
"Theek hai Damadji. Jald hi aapse milenge." Dadi disconnects the call.
The smirk returns to his face. Saale sahib, ye aapne kya kiya? Apne hi haathon, apni biwi, mera matlab apni ex-biwi ko unke ghar se nikalwa diya? Tch tch tch. Ab to Khushiji sadak par aa jayengi! Aur unki madad karne wala... hamare siwa aur koi nahin hoga. Shyam thinks to himself and laughs from the inside.
Later in the afternoon...
[Cut to AR Designs, Arnav's cabin]
His secretary is telling him about the meetings that are lined up that afternoon.
"Sir 3 baje Creatives ke saath aapki meeting hai about the final list of outfits. Uske baad 4 baje Mr. Mehra ke saath meeting hai for the opening of your store in his upcoming mall. 4:30 baje aapke bank manager ne aapse appointment ke liye request ki hai." She reels off in a monotone from her notepad. Arnav nods in confirmation. She notices an unopen tiffin on his table and looks towards her watch. It's 2:30 P.M. already.
"Sir aapne lunch nahin kiya? It's quite late..." Arnav looks at his watch surprised.
"I forgot in all this work. Anyway, thanks." Arnav dismisses his secretary and starts typing something on his laptop. He pauses for a moment gazing at the keyboard, thinking about the next line to write. His gaze lingers on his fingers hovering over the keys. He lifts his right hand and stares at the ring finger and lets out a gasp.
Where the hell is my ring?
[Cut to Raizada Mansion]
Khushi gently knocks on the door. A moment later Hariprakash opens the door. He looks surprised to see her at the door but stands aside and lets her in.
"Khushi ji, aap?" he wonders aloud. Khushi drags the bag inside. HP looks at it curiously.
"Hariprakash ji hum naniji se milne aaye hain. Aap ye bag unke kamre mein le ayenge?" Khushi asks, pointing towards the bag. HP nods.
"Khushiji, humein rasoighar mein zara sa kaam hai. Nipta kar turant aate hain. Aap tab tak Naniji se mil lijiye." Khushi nods and slowly walks in towards the lounge.
It seems surreal for her to be walking in the same house where she had been present not so long ago for her wedding ceremonies. Her eyes get drawn to the high ceilings, the pillars, the stairs, and the windows remembering the drapes, the flowers and the fairylights that adorned the house. Without any decorations, it now looked dull and lifeless to her. The sounds of the dhol and shehnai, mingled with carefree laughter echo in her ears, even though the hall is absolutely silent. She reaches the point where the mandap had been erected. There is a faint red mark on the tiled floor. She suddenly remembers that NK had dropped a box of sindoor when he was trying to escape from Buaji on the wedding day. Naniji had made him clean it up but the tile was streaked with the red color. Khushi stands still for a moment. She doesn't realise until then that there were tears in her eyes. She looks around the house once more. Shayad humein yahan nahin aana chahiye tha, she thinks to herself. She quickly runs up the stairs and makes her way to Naniji's room.
[Cut to AR Designs, Arnav's cabin]
Arnav is frantically looking everywhere in the cabin but can't find his engagement ring. Main kaam mein itna busy ho gaya ki ek baar notice bhi nahin kiya? Damnit! He thinks of checking in the restroom wondering if he had probably slipped it off while washing his hands after lunch. But then he realises, he never takes it off apart from when he takes a bath in the morning. Arnav freezes in his tracks.
Oh shit.
Without further thought, he grabs his keys from the table and rushes out of the office.
[Cut to Raizada Mansion]
Khushi is surprised to hear a feeble voice "Aaiye" when she knocks on the door. She gets more alarmed to see the frail figure of Naniji lying on the bed, her eyes closed. Naniji ko kya ho gaya? Khushi wonders concernedly and slowly walks by her side.
"Naniji?" she whispers gently. Nani opens her eyes feebly and looks up at Khushi. A faint smile appears on her face.
"Khushi bitiya?" she murmurs back unsure if she is awake or dreaming. She raises her hand to slowly caress Khushi's cheek. Khushi bends her head down so that Naniji can touch her face.
"Hum hi hain Naniji," Khushi mumbles assuredly. Naniji tries to sit up, Khushi helps her. Nani doesn't reply for sometime.
"Pata nahin iss ghar ki khushion ko kiski buri nazar lag gai hai Khushi bitiya. Pehle aap... fir Payal bitiya aur Aakash bitwa... ye ghar toot ta ja raha hai," Naniji's voice falters. Khushi gets teary eyed at seeing her beloved Naniji's condition.
"Naniji. Aisa mat kahiye. Aap to iss ghar ki neev hain. Agar aap kamzor ho jayengi, to ye ghar bhi kamzor ho jayega," Khushi reminds her gently. Nani smiles sadly.
"Aapki aisan pyaari baatein bahut yaad aati hain, Khushi bitiya," Nani replies. Khushi falls silent and gazes at Nani sadly. It's been 9 days since her wedding broke, but she hadn't once told anyone the extent of her sadness. She kept herself busy with chores all the time and didn't allow her heart to overpower her mind. But sitting there with the matriarch of the house today, completely broken with grief, Khushi feels a sense of hollowness enveloping her heart. She takes Nani's hand in hers and puts her head in her lap.
"Humein bhi aapki, iss ghar ki, bahut yaad aati hai Naniji," Khushi admits what she was scared to reveal all this time, her tears now flowing freely. Nani caresses her head fondly.
[Cut to Arnav's car]
Arnav calls up his secretary as he's driving.
"Main kuch important kaam se ghar ja raha hun," he starts without wasting his breath on pleasantries. "Postpone the meeting with the creatives to tomorrow. Reschedule Mr. Mehra to tomorrow morning and tell my banker I'll call him up later tonight." His confused secretary confirms she'd take care of it.
The speedometer keeps inching way past the speed limit. A sense of panic is now gripping Arnav. How could I be so damn careless! He mentally admonishes himself.
[Cut to Raizada Mansion]
"Kaash, hum purani baton ko bhul kar ek nai shuruat kar sakte," Nani sighs. Khushi looks up at her. Only Naniji would say something like that. Despite the fact she lost her daughter in that tragedy, she was ready to forget the past in order to secure her family's future.
"Khushiji?" comes a faint voice from behind them. Khushi and Nani both back to see a concerned looking Anjali standing on the door, clutching her belly. Khushi quickly wipes her tears and stands up.
"Hariprakash ji ne humein bataya ki aap aaye ho," Anjali continues and as if on cue, HP walks into the room carrying Khushi's bag.
"Hariprakash ji! Aap ye bag yahin chod dijiye. Dhanyawaad," Khushi says. HP nods and leaves. Naniji and Anjali look at the bag and then at Khushi curiously.
"Khushiji? Iss bag mein kya hai?" Anjali enquires. Khushi goes quiet for a moment.
"Woh hum kaam mein thode vyast ho gaye the ki ise lautana to bhool hi gaye. Iss mein shagun ka saaman hai aur... humari shaadi ka joda..." Khushi's voice breaks. Naniji looks from the bag to Khushi sorrowfully. Anjali walks up to Khushi and places a hand on her shoulder. She doesn't know what she can possibly say at a time like this which can make Khushi feel better.
The silence keeps on stretching and the lump in Khushi's throat builds up. The truth, that she had distracted herself from, was making its presence felt more strongly with every passing minute. Suddenly she wants to run away from the house. She wants to divert herself with work, probably make some jalebis. "Humein chalna chahiye Anjali ji," she suddenly says, her strong voice betraying her true emotions.
"Par abhi to aap aayi hain Khushi bitiya," Nani replies alarmed. Khushi looks at her.
"Ghar mein thoda kaam hai Naniji. Par aap chinta mat kijiye. Jab bhi humari yaad aaye, humein phone kar dijiyega. Hum aapse milne aa jayenge," Khushi says assuredly. She folds her hands in farewell. "Hum chalte hain Naniji. Aap apni tabiyat ka dhyan rakhiyega," and she ends up hugging Naniji.
"Jeeti rahiye bitiya," she blesses Khushi.
Khushi walks out of the room slowly wiping her tears. Naniji ka ye haal humse dekha nahin ja raha hai. Unka yahan khayal rakhne wala koi nahin hai. She thinks to herself sadly as she walks down the corridor. Suddenly, she hears her name being called from behind and turns around to see Anjali slowly ambling to her.
"Khushiji, humein aapse kuch baat karni thi." Khushi wipes off her tears and looks at her enquringly. "Woh, aapka kuch saaman abhi bhi Chotey ki almari mein hai. Baki ki cheejein pack karwate waqt, woh humse choot gaya tha. Aap do minute ruk jati to hum woh nikal late aapke liye?" Anjali asks.
Khushi looks at her holding her belly and places her hand on her shoulder gently. "Di, aisi condition mein seediyon se upar neeche hona, aapke liye sahi nahin hai. Aap araam kariye. Hum woh saaman khud le lenge." Anjali nods her head in agreement and walks back to her room.
Khushi makes a detour and walks towards Arnav's room.
[Cut to Arnav's room]
Arnav is turning out all the drawers of the bedside tables. He rushes to the dressing table and roughly pulls out it's compartments. He shuts it in frustration. Where the hell did I keep it? He thinks to himself. He rushes to the bed and puts his hand under the matteress. He then squeezes the pillows methodically feeling for a bump in the pillowcase. When he doesn't find anything there either, he drops the pillows unceremoniously back onto the bed. He picks up the duvet and ruffles it on the floor, hoping to hear the clang of metal against the cold tile. But to no avail. He dumps the duvet back on to the bed. He stands still for a minute, trying to retrace his steps from the morning. Suddenly he looks towards the bathroom. He had already checked it once. Did I not look properly?
He takes long strides towards the door, flings it open and goes inside the bathroom.
Just then the main door opens and Khushi walks inside Arnav's bedroom.Chapter 8 Scene 2
[Raizada House, Dadi's room]
Dadi keeps the buff colored envelope carefully in her cupboard. She then picks up the phone and dials a number. Shyam picks up his mobile.
"Damadji, Arnav has signed those documents," she says. Shyam looks down at Anjali peacefully dozing off on his chest.
"I'm returning home with Rani Sahiba, Dadiji. We are just about to reach. I'll collect those papers from you," he replies in a whispered tone.
"Alright Damadji. I'll meet you soon then." Dadi disconnects the call.
The smirk returns to his face. Saale sahib, what did you do? You yourself turned out your wife,, i mean, your ex-wife out of her own house? Tch tch tch. Now Khushiji will not have a house! And no one will be able to help her... apart from me. Shyam thinks to himself and laughs from the inside.
Later in the afternoon...
[Cut to AR Designs, Arnav's cabin]
His secretary is telling him about the meetings that are lined up that afternoon.
"Sir You have a meeting with the Creatives at 3 about the final list of outfits. After that you are meeting Mr. Mehra about the opening of your store in his upcoming mall. At 4:30 your bank manager has requested a meeting with you." She reels off in a monotone from her notepad. Arnav nods in confirmation. She notices an unopen tiffin on his table and looks towards her watch. It's 2:30 P.M. already.
"Sir haven't you had your lunch yet? It's quite late..." Arnav looks at his watch surprised.
"I forgot in all this work. Anyway, thanks." Arnav dismisses his secretary and starts typing something on his laptop. He pauses for a moment gazing at the keyboard, thinking about the next line to write. His gaze lingers on his fingers hovering over the keys. He lifts his right hand and stares at the ring finger and lets out a gasp.
Where the hell is my ring?
[Cut to Raizada Mansion]
Khushi gently knocks on the door. A moment later Hariprakash opens the door. He looks surprised to see her at the door but stands aside and lets her in.
"Khushi ji?" he wonders aloud. Khushi drags the bag inside. HP looks at it curiously.
"Hariprakash ji I've come to meet Naniji. Can you please carry this bag up to her room?" Khushi asks, pointing towards the bag. HP nods.
"Khushiji, I have work in the kitchen. I'll finish it quickly and then bring it up. You please go ahead to Naniji's room." Khushi nods and slowly walks in towards the lounge.
It seems surreal for her to be walking in the same house where she had been present not so long ago for her wedding ceremonies. Her eyes get drawn to the high ceilings, the pillars, the stairs, and the windows remembering the drapes, the flowers and the fairylights that adorned the house. Without any decorations, it now looked dull and lifeless to her. The sounds of the dhol and shehnai, mingled with carefree laughter echo in her ears, even though the hall is absolutely silent. She reaches the point where the mandap had been erected. There is a faint red mark on the tiled floor. She suddenly remembers that NK had dropped a box of sindoor when he was trying to escape from Buaji on the wedding day. Naniji had made him clean it up but the tile was streaked with the red color. Khushi stands still for a moment. She doesn't realise until then that there were tears in her eyes. She looks around the house once more. Maybe I shouldn't have come, she thinks to herself. She quickly runs up the stairs and makes her way to Naniji's room.
[Cut to AR Designs, Arnav's cabin]
Arnav is frantically looking everywhere in the cabin but can't find his engagement ring. I got so engrossed in work that I didn't stop a moment to notice? Damnit! He thinks of checking in the restroom wondering if he had probably slipped it off while washing his hands after lunch. But then he realises, he never takes it off apart from when he takes a bath in the morning. Arnav freezes in his tracks.
Oh shit.
Without further thought, he grabs his keys from the table and rushes out of the office.
[Cut to Raizada Mansion]
Khushi is surprised to hear a feeble voice "Come in" when she knocks on the door. She gets more alarmed to see the frail figure of Naniji lying on the bed, her eyes closed.What's wrong with Naniji? Khushi wonders concernedly and slowly walks by her side.
"Naniji?" she whispers gently. Nani opens her eyes feebly and looks up at Khushi. A faint smile appears on her face.
"Khushi bitiya?" she murmurs back unsure if she is awake or dreaming. She raises her hand to slowly caress Khushi's cheek. Khushi bends her head down so that Naniji can touch her face.
"It is me, Naniji," Khushi mumbles assuredly. Naniji tries to sit up, Khushi helps her. Nani doesn't reply for sometime.
"I don't know who has jinxed the happiness of this house, Khushi bitiya. First you... Then Payal bitiya and Aakash bitwa... this house has started breaking up," Naniji's voice falters. Khushi gets teary eyed at seeing her beloved Naniji's condition.
"Naniji. Don't say that. You are like the roots of this house. If you get weakened, this house will get weakened too," Khushi reminds her gently. Nani smiles sadly.
"I miss your sweet words, Khushi bitiya," Nani replies. Khushi falls silent and gazes at Nani sadly. It's been 9 days since her wedding broke, but she hadn't once told anyone the extent of her sadness. She kept herself busy with chores all the time and didn't allow her heart to overpower her mind. But sitting there with the matriarch of the house today, completely broken with grief, Khushi feels a sense of hollowness enveloping her heart. She takes Nani's hand in hers and puts her head in her lap.
"I too miss you and everyone in this house a lot, Naniji," Khushi admits what she was scared to reveal all this time, her tears now flowing freely. Nani caresses her head fondly.
[Cut to Arnav's car]
Arnav calls up his secretary as he's driving.
"I'm going home for some important work," he starts without wasting his breath on pleasantries. "Postpone the meeting with the creatives to tomorrow. Reschedule Mr. Mehra to tomorrow morning and tell my banker I'll call him up later tonight." His confused secretary confirms she'd take care of it.
The speedometer keeps inching way past the speed limit. A sense of panic is now gripping Arnav. How could I be so damn careless! He mentally admonishes himself.
[Cut to Raizada Mansion]
"I wish we could forget the past, and start afresh," Nani sighs. Khushi looks up at her. Only Naniji would say something like that. Despite the fact she lost her daughter in that tragedy, she was ready to forget the past in order to secure her family's future.
"Khushiji?" comes a faint voice from behind them. Khushi and Nani both back to see a concerned looking Anjali standing on the door, clutching her belly. Khushi quickly wipes her tears and stands up.
"Hariprakash ji told me that you're here," Anjali continues and as if on cue, HP walks into the room carrying Khushi's bag.
"Hariprakash ji! You can leave the bag here. Thank you," Khushi says. HP nods and leaves. Naniji and Anjali look at the bag and then at Khushi curiously.
"Khushiji? What's in the bag?" Anjali enquires. Khushi goes quiet for a moment.
"I got a little busy with some work, so forgot to return all this. This bag has all the Shagun things... and the wedding attire..." Khushi's voice breaks. Naniji looks from the bag to Khushi sorrowfully. Anjali walks up to Khushi and places a hand on her shoulder. She doesn't know what she can possibly say at a time like this which can make Khushi feel better.
The silence keeps on stretching and the lump in Khushi's throat builds up. The truth, that she had distracted herself from, was making its presence felt more strongly with every passing minute. Suddenly she wants to run away from the house. She wants to divert herself with work, probably make some jalebis. "I should leave now, Anjali ji," she suddenly says, her strong voice betraying her true emotions.
"But you've come just now, Khushi bitiya," Nani replies alarmed. Khushi looks at her.
"I need to take care of somethings at home, Naniji. But don't worry. Whenever you miss me, just give me a call. I'll come to meet you," Khushi says assuredly. She folds her hands in farewell. "I'll go now, Naniji. You please take care of yourself," and she ends up hugging Naniji.
"Bless you bitiya," she blesses Khushi.
Khushi walks out of the room slowly wiping her tears. I can't see Naniji in such a condition. But there is nobody here to take care of her. She thinks to herself sadly as she walks down the corridor. Suddenly, she hears her name being called from behind and turns around to see Anjali slowly ambling to her.
"Khushiji, I need to speak with you." Khushi wipes off her tears and looks at her enquringly. "Some of your things are still in Chotey's closet. While packing your clothes, I somehow missed it. If you could wait for a couple of minutes, I'll go and fetch them?" Anjali asks.
Khushi looks at her holding her belly and places her hand on her shoulder gently. "Di, it is not advisable for you to go up and down the stairs. You get some rest, I'll go and get it myself." Anjali nods her head in agreement and walks back to her room.
Khushi makes a detour and walks towards Arnav's room.
[Cut to Arnav's room]
Arnav is turning out all the drawers of the bedside tables. He rushes to the dressing table and roughly pulls out it's compartments. He shuts it in frustration. Where the hell did I keep it? He thinks to himself. He rushes to the bed and puts his hand under the matteress. He then squeezes the pillows methodically feeling for a bump in the pillowcase. When he doesn't find anything there either, he drops the pillows unceremoniously back onto the bed. He picks up the duvet and ruffles it on the floor, hoping to hear the clang of metal against the cold tile. But to no avail. He dumps the duvet back on to the bed. He stands still for a minute, trying to retrace his steps from the morning. Suddenly he looks towards the bathroom. He had already checked it once. Did I not look properly?
He takes long strides towards the door, flings it open and goes inside the bathroom.
Just then the main door opens and Khushi walks inside Arnav's bedroom.Originally posted by: N.Mussarrat
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