A story on the most fun loving couple of TMD Hansraj and Pravjot...
Tried my best to write in hindi let me know what you think.....
Here it goes....
The sun bathed Brar Mansion in a warm glow, casting golden hues over the sprawling gardens adorned with vibrant flowers and shimmering decorations. Inside the mansion, laughter and chatter filled the air as the family bustled about, adding final touches to the elaborate birthday setup for Prince, their youngest grandson, who was turning thirteen today. Colorful balloons swayed gently in the breeze, and a long table was adorned with a decadent array of cakes, sweets, and snacks fit for a royal celebration.
Pravjot and Hansraj had been married for seventeen years, yet their love remained as vibrant and lively as it was on the day they exchanged vows. They were college sweethearts, their romance blossoming amidst the lecture halls and campus cafes, where they shared dreams of a future filled with love and adventure. Despite the years that had passed, they were still the epitome of a fun-loving couple, their laughter echoing through the halls of Brar Mansion, where they resided with Pravjot's family.
Their relationship was a testament to their unwavering bond and mutual respect, built on a foundation of trust, understanding, and shared experiences. Pravjot, with her gentle demeanor and infectious smile, complemented Hansraj's jovial nature and boundless energy perfectly. Together, they navigated life's ups and downs with grace and humor, never failing to find joy in each other's company.
Their presence in Brar Mansion brought an added layer of warmth and vitality to the household, infusing it with a sense of camaraderie and togetherness. Whether they were engaging in playful banter during family gatherings or stealing quiet moments of intimacy amidst the chaos of daily life, Pravjot and Hansraj's love was a source of inspiration and admiration for all who knew them.
Pravjot stood before the mirror in her room, carefully adjusting the folds of her saree, her mind a whirlwind of emotions as she prepared for her son's birthday celebration. The anticipation of the day ahead weighed heavily on her, knowing that facing Hansraj's family would be a daunting task, especially with the secret they harbored.
As she smoothed down the fabric, the door creaked open, and Hansraj entered, his presence bringing a sense of calm amidst the storm of her thoughts. Sensing her unease, he crossed the room and enveloped her in a warm embrace, his arms offering solace and reassurance.
Hansraj: "Arre Pravjot Ji, kya hua? Aise kyun pareshan lag rahi ho?"
Pravjot leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in the strength of his arms and the familiar scent of his cologne.
Pravjot: "Main bas thodi nervous hoon, Hansraj Ji. Pata nahi aaj kya hoga."
Hansraj tightened his embrace, his voice gentle yet resolute as he spoke.
Hansraj: "Chinta mat karo, Pravjot Ji. Main hoon na tumhare saath. Jo bhi ho, hum saath milke saamna karenge."
Pravjot felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, knowing that she had a partner who would stand by her through thick and thin. She looked up into his eyes, finding strength in the unwavering love and support reflected in their depths.
Pravjot: "Shukriya, Hansraj Ji. Tum yahan ho mere liye, yeh mere liye sab kuch hai."
With a tender smile, Hansraj pressed a kiss to her forehead, his gesture a silent promise of his unwavering commitment to her.
Hansraj: "Hamesha, meri jaan. Ab chalo, humare bete ke janamdin ko yaadgar banate hain."
Hand in hand, they left the room, ready to face whatever challenges the day may bring, united in their love and determination to overcome them together.
As everyone gathered in the hall waiting for Hansraj’s family to arrive. Jasleen, Pravjot's elder sister, observed her younger sibling with concern, noticing the faint tremor in Pravjot's hands as she arranged the final touches of the decorations. Sensing her sister's unease, Jasleen approached her, a furrow forming between her brows.
Jasleen: "Chotti, sab theek toh hai na? Tum itni pareshan kyun lag rahi ho?"
Pravjot forced a smile, her eyes betraying the turmoil within as she tried to mask her apprehension.
Pravjot: "Kuch nahi, Di. Main bilkul theek hoon. Bas thoda nervousness hai."
Jasleen studied her sister's face for a moment, sensing that there was more to her distress than she was letting on. However, she decided not to press further, trusting that Pravjot would confide in her when she was ready.
Jasleen: "Theek hai, chotti. Agar kuch chahiye ho ya tumhare dil ki baat share karna ho, toh main yahin hoon. Kabhi bhi mujhse baat kar sakti ho."
Pravjot nodded gratefully, touched by her sister's concern and understanding.
With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jasleen offered a supportive smile before returning to her duties, leaving Pravjot to grapple with her inner turmoil as she awaited the arrival of Hansraj's family. Pravjot took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead.
As the anticipated arrival time approached, excitement filled Brar Mansion. The sound of footsteps and chatter signaled the arrival of Hansraj's family. First came his parents, then his elder brother Vikram with his wife Neetu and their children, Sona and Sindhu. Hansraj's sister Sukhwinder arrived with her husband Amit and daughter Preeti. Finally, his younger brother Rishi, his wife Neha, and their children, Manmeet and Maya, joined the gathering. The hall buzzed with joy and laughter as family members reunited, eagerly anticipating the day's celebrations. Amidst the bustling activity, Pravjot found solace in Hansraj's reassuring presence, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.
As the birthday celebrations unfolded, Manveer took the opportunity to introduce her daughter-in-law Sahiba to Hansraj's family. With a warm smile, she beckoned Sahiba forward, her eyes alight with pride as she presented her to the gathering.
"Yeh hai Sahiba, hamari Angad ki votti," Manveer announced, her voice filled with affection and pride.
Sahiba greeted Hansraj's family with a shy smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement and nervousness. Hansraj's parents and siblings welcomed her with open arms, showering her with words of kindness and blessings.
The atmosphere was filled with laughter and joy as the family came together to celebrate Prince's special day. Children played games in the corner, while adults shared stories and jokes, their voices mingling in a symphony of happiness.
Amidst the lively atmosphere, Pravjot and Hansraj stood side by side, their smiles reflecting the love and happiness they felt in each other's presence. As they watched their family come together in celebration, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always find strength and joy in each other's love.
Yet, amidst the laughter and merriment, a pang of sadness tugged at their hearts as they looked upon Preeti. The pain of the secret they harbored weighed heavily on them, casting a shadow over the otherwise joyous occasion. Though they longed to reveal the truth and heal the wounds of the past, they knew that the time was not yet right. Despite the ache in their hearts.
As the festivities continued, a subtle tension lingered in the air, like a dark cloud threatening to overshadow the joyous occasion. Sukhwinder, Hansraj's sister, had always harbored a deep-seated jealousy towards Pravjot. Her resentment stemmed from Pravjot's beauty and her privileged upbringing in a wealthy family, qualities that Sukhwinder felt she could never match.
Seizing an opportune moment to inflict her own brand of cruelty, Sukhwinder approached Pravjot with a venomous smile, her eyes glinting with malice.
"Suno, Pravjot," Sukhwinder began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "agar woh stillborn bachcha nahi hota toh tumhari do bachche hote."
Her words hung heavy in the air, a calculated barb aimed at Pravjot's deepest insecurities. The room fell silent, the weight of Sukhwinder's accusation casting a pall over the once vibrant atmosphere.
Pravjot's heart sank at Sukhwinder's callous remark, the pain of her past wounds reopening with a raw intensity. She felt the familiar sting of tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to let Sukhwinder see her vulnerability.
Gathering her composure, Pravjot met Sukhwinder's gaze with steely resolve, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.
As the festivities continued, a subtle tension lingered in the air, like a dark cloud threatening to overshadow the joyous occasion. Sukhwinder, Hansraj's sister, had always harbored a deep-seated jealousy towards Pravjot. Her resentment stemmed from Pravjot's beauty and her privileged upbringing in a wealthy family, qualities that Sukhwinder felt she could never match.
Seizing an opportune moment to inflict her own brand of cruelty, Sukhwinder approached Pravjot with a venomous smile, her eyes glinting with malice.
"Suno, Pravjot," Sukhwinder began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "agar woh stillborn bachcha nahi hota toh tumhari do bachche hote."
Her words hung heavy in the air, a calculated barb aimed at Pravjot's deepest insecurities. The room fell silent, the weight of Sukhwinder's accusation casting a pall over the once vibrant atmosphere.
Pravjot's heart sank at Sukhwinder's callous remark, the pain of her past wounds reopening with a raw intensity. She felt the familiar sting of tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to let Sukhwinder see her vulnerability.
Gathering her composure, Pravjot met Sukhwinder's gaze with steely resolve, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.
Though the atmosphere remained heavy with tension, Pravjot refused to allow Sukhwinder's jealousy to overshadow the joy of her son's birthday celebration. With a determined spirit, she stood tall, determined to rise above the petty vindictiveness of her sister-in-law and reclaim the happiness that was rightfully hers.
As the venomous words left Sukhwinder's lips, they seemed to hang in the air like a heavy cloud, suffocating the once vibrant atmosphere. The room fell silent, a tense hush descending upon the gathering as everyone processed the weight of Sukhwinder's callous remark.
Pravjot's heart sank as she felt the collective gaze of the room turn towards her, their eyes filled with sympathy and concern. The pain of her past wounds reopened with a raw intensity, and she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Sukhwinder's cruelty.
Hansraj's parents exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions mirroring the discomfort that permeated the room. Hansraj himself clenched his fists, his jaw set in a tight line as he fought to contain his rising anger at his sister's heartless words.
Jasleen, Pravjot's elder sister, moved to stand by her side, offering a silent gesture of solidarity and support. Her eyes blazed with indignation as she shot Sukhwinder a reproachful glare, silently conveying her disapproval of her sister-in-law's behavior.
The once lively atmosphere had been replaced by an oppressive stillness, the joy of the occasion overshadowed by Sukhwinder's vindictiveness. Pravjot felt a wave of sadness wash over her, knowing that Sukhwinder's jealousy had tainted what should have been a day of celebration for her beloved son.
As the birthday celebrations continued, Pravjot's nephews and nieces gathered in one corner of the room, their young faces clouded with concern and sadness for their bua and masi.Angad, the eldest of the nephews, glanced over at Pravjot and Hansraj, his brow furrowed with worry. "Bua ko dekh kar aisa lag raha hai ki unhe kuch pareshani hai," he whispered to his cousins.Kiara, Pravjot's niece, nodded in agreement, her eyes brimming with empathy. "Haan, humein bhi aisa hi lag raha hai. Kuch toh gadbad hai," she murmured softly.Veer, the youngest of the nephews, frowned thoughtfully. "Par humein nahi pata ki kya ho sakta hai. Bua aur masi toh hamesha khush rehte hain," he added, his voice tinged with confusion.Sahiba, Angad's wife, who had overheard their conversation, stepped forward with a reassuring smile. "Pata nahi, par humein unhein support karna chahiye. Kabhi kabhi logon ke dil mein bahut bade raaz hote hain, jo sirf unhein hi pata hota hai," she said, her voice gentle yet firm.Angad nodded, his expression grave yet determined. "Haan, sahi kaha tumne. Hum unka saath denge, chahe jo bhi ho," he affirmed, his resolve unwavering.With a shared nod of agreement, Pravjot's nephews and nieces vowed to stand by their bua and masi, offering their love and support no matter what challenges lay ahead. Though unaware of the truth behind Pravjot's sadness, they remained steadfast in their commitment to be there for her, just as Hansraj had always been.As the celebrations continued, Sukhwinder's eyes glinted with a malicious gleam, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Sensing the tension in the air, she decided to strike another blow, determined to shatter the fragile facade of happiness that Pravjot and Hansraj had built."Pravjot," Sukhwinder began, her voice dripping with venom, "agar tum ek behtar patni aur bahu hoti, toh tum apne maa-baap ke ghar mein nahi rehti."The room fell silent, the weight of Sukhwinder's words hanging heavily in the air. Pravjot's heart constricted with pain, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to contain her emotions.Hansraj's eyes blazed with fury, his fists clenched at his sides as he took a menacing step forward. "Tum kya keh rahi ho?" he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "Tumhe koi haq nahi hai meri biwi se aise baat karne ka."Sukhwinder recoiled slightly, startled by the intensity of Hansraj's reaction. "Par bhaiya," she protested weakly, "main toh bas-"Hansraj cut her off with a sharp gesture, his voice booming through the room. "Koi bahana nahi chalega," he thundered. "Tumne seema paar kar di, Sukhwinder. Pravjot meri patni hai, aur main kisi ko bhi uski izzat kam karne nahi doonga."The tension in the room was palpable as Hansraj's words echoed off the walls, his unwavering defense of Pravjot sending a clear message to all present. Though Sukhwinder's words had caused pain, they had also revealed the depth of Hansraj's love and loyalty to his wife, a love that would withstand even the harshest of storms.As Sukhwinder's words pierced the air, a heavy silence descended upon the room, each syllable laden with the burden of hidden truths and unspoken pain. Pravjot's heart sank as tears threatened to spill from her eyes, her breath catching in her throat.Hansraj stood frozen, his entire being consumed by a storm of shock, betrayal, and rage. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His gaze bore into Sukhwinder's, ablaze with a torrent of emotions that threatened to engulf them both."Sukhwinder... Tumne... kya kaha?" Hansraj's voice trembled with barely-contained fury, his words tinged with disbelief.Sukhwinder met his gaze head-on, her expression defiant yet tinged with a flicker of fear. "Main yeh nahi samajhti ki tum use itna pyaar karte ho, bhaiya," she repeated, her tone dripping with malice. "Khaaskar jab ussi ne ek maut ka bachcha janam diya hai."The room seemed to spin around Hansraj as the weight of Sukhwinder's accusation crashed down upon him. His mind raced, grappling with the horrifying implications of her words. And then, in a moment of clarity, the truth dawned upon him like a bolt of lightning."Nahi," Hansraj's voice reverberated through the room, a guttural roar that shook the very foundations of Brar Mansion. "Nahi, yeh woh nahi thi jo ek maut ka bachcha (stillborn)janam diya. Yeh tum thi."The revelation hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating in its intensity. Sukhwinder's facade crumbled, her eyes widening in shock as the truth she had worked so hard to conceal was laid bare for all to see.Pravjot stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold before her. In that moment, the weight of years of silence and deception lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of liberation and vindication.Sukhwinder's accusation hung in the air like a heavy cloud, casting a pall over the room and freezing everyone in their tracks. Pravjot's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes darting between Sukhwinder's malicious gaze and Hansraj's thunderous expression.Hansraj stood like a statue, his features contorted with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and simmering rage. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as his gaze bore into Sukhwinder with an intensity that could sear through steel. The truth hit him like a tidal wave, shaking him to his core and shattering the illusion of trust he had harbored for so long.Across the room, the expressions of the other family members mirrored the tumultuous emotions that churned within them. Bebe's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her mouth in a gesture of disbelief. Daarthji's brow furrowed with concern, his gaze flitting between his children as he struggled to make sense of the unfolding drama.Jasleen's features hardened with resolve, her jaw set in determination as she watched her sister's tormentor with a steely glare. Manveer's eyes brimmed with tears, Gurleen heart aching with pain And Pravjot's nephews and nieces looked on with wide-eyed astonishment, their youthful faces a canvas of confusion and fear.In that moment, the truth hung heavy in the air, its weight bearing down on each member of the Sandhu family as they grappled with the shocking revelation that had torn their world asunder. And amidst the chaos and turmoil, Pravjot stood like a beacon of strength, her gaze steady and unwavering as she confronted the demons of her past and embraced the promise of a brighter future."Sola saal pehle, 21 April 2008 ko, tum aur Pravjot dono ek saath labour room mein gayi thi. Pravjot ne hamari beti ko janam diya, jabki tumhara bachcha maut ka janam hua tha ek beta. Amit mere paas aaya, haath jodkar, meri beti ko tumhe deneko bheek mangte hue. Kyunki doctors kehte the tum dobara maa nahi ban sakti. Preeti meri aur Pravjot ki beti hai, tumhari nahi," Hansraj thundered, his voice echoing through the room, each word punctuated with a raw intensity that reverberated in the hearts of all present.As Hansraj's revelation rippled through the room, Sukhwinder's eyes widened in denial, her voice trembling with disbelief as she protested, "Nahi, yeh jhooth hai!Amit stepped forward, his expression grave yet resolute as he confirmed the truth. "Haan, Sukhwinder, yeh sach hai. Hansraj ki baat sach hai. Preeti hamari beti nahi hai," he admitted, his voice steady despite the weight of his confession.Sukhwinder recoiled in shock, her facade crumbling as the reality of her deception came crashing down around her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the depth of her betrayal, the magnitude of the pain she had inflicted upon her own family.Hansraj's anger surged like a tidal wave, his grip on Pravjot's hand tightening with a fierce resolve. He turned to Sukhwinder, his voice laced with a simmering fury that threatened to engulf them all."Sukhwinder, jab se maine shaadi ki hai, tum Pravjot ko kabhi pasand nahi kiya. Hamesha usse taana deti rahi ho, usse chhota karti rahi ho. Par usne tumhare khushiyon ke liye sabse bada aur mushkil qurbaan kiya hai," he seethed, his words cutting through the air like a knife."Main yaad karta hoon jab maine Patiala se Ludhiana shift karne ka faisla kiya tha, sab log mujhse khilwad kar rahe the. Maa, tumne mujhe Pravjot se talaaq lene ko kaha tha. Mujhe apni beti ko apni aankhon ke saamne dekhna mushkil tha, par usse kisi aur kahte hue dekhna aurat bhi zyada mushkil tha," Hansraj's voice wavered with suppressed emotion, his heart laid bare for all to see."Hamare naam 'Mummy' aur 'Papa' ki jagah 'Mama' aur 'Mami' bulati hai. Yeh chot lagti hai," he continued, his voice trembling with a mixture of anguish and betrayal. "Lekin usne sab kuch seh liya, sirf hamari khushi ke liye. Aur tum... tumne uska qaadar nahi kiya."As the revelation reverberated through both the Sandhu and Brar families, shock and disbelief painted the faces of each member present. Bebe and Daarthji exchanged a silent, knowing glance, their hearts heavy with the realization of the burdens their youngest child had silently carried for so long. Despite the hardships, Pravjot had always worn a smile, shielding her pain from those she loved most.Inder, Jaspal, and Jasleen, the older siblings, exchanged stunned glances, their minds reeling at the magnitude of Pravjot's sacrifice. They had always seen her as their baby sister, never realizing the depth of her strength and selflessness.
Angad, Garry, Veer, Kiara, Ekam, and Sahiba, the younger generation, stared wide-eyed at Preeti, the truth settling heavily upon them. Preeti, too, was in disbelief, her world turned upside down by the revelation of her true parentage.As their gazes lingered on Preeti, they couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between her and Pravjot—the same gentle eyes, the same determined chin. It was a poignant reminder of the bond that connected them all, a bond forged by love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable ties of family.As the revelation reverberated through both the Sandhu and Brar families, shock and disbelief painted the faces of each member present. Bebe and Daarthji exchanged a silent, knowing glance, their hearts heavy with the realization of the burdens their youngest child had silently carried for so long. Despite the hardships, Pravjot had always worn a smile, shielding her pain from those she loved most.Inder, Jaspal, and Jasleen, the older siblings, exchanged stunned glances, their minds reeling at the magnitude of Pravjot's sacrifice. They had always seen her as their baby sister, never realizing the depth of her strength and selflessness.Angad, Garry, Veer, Kiara, Ekam, and Sahiba, the younger generation, stared wide-eyed at Preeti, the truth settling heavily upon them. Preeti, too, was in disbelief, her world turned upside down by the revelation of her true parentage.As their gazes lingered on Preeti, they couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between her and Pravjot—the same gentle eyes, the same determined chin. It was a poignant reminder of the bond that connected them all, a bond forged by love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable ties of family.With a heart burdened by regret and a soul yearning for reconciliation, Hansraj approached Preeti, his daughter. Kneeling before her, he clasped his hands together in a gesture of humility and sincerity."Preeti, puttar," he began, his voice quivering with emotion, "mujhe maaf kardo. Main jaanta hoon ki yeh sab tumhare liye bahut zyada overwhelming ho sakta hai, aur sab kuch samajhne mein mushkil ho sakti hai. Lekin mujhe yeh jaanne ki ichha hai ki Pravjot aur main... hum tumse sacchi mohabbat karte hain aur tumhari parwaah karte hain, tum hamari pehli aulad ha."As he lifted his gaze to meet Preeti's eyes, he saw a whirlwind of emotions reflected back at him. "Tumne bahut kuch saha hai, aur main yeh bhi nahi soch sakta ki tum kis tarah ki dard aur uljhan mein ho. Lekin mujhe vishwas karo jab main kehta hoon ki tum akeli nahi ho."Hansraj gently wiped away a tear from Preeti's cheek, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Yeh tumhari marzi hai, beti," he continued, his voice soft but resolute. "Tumhe faisla karna hai ki tum kahan rehna chahti ho aur kya karna chahti ho. Lekin chahe jo bhi tum chuno, yaad rakho ki hum hamesha tumhare saath hain."He paused, allowing his words to sink in, the weight of their meaning palpable in the air. "Hum shaayad guzre hue waqt ko nahi badal sakte, lekin hum saath milkar ek naye kal ko bana sakte hain—ek kal jisme pyaar, samajhdari aur parivaar ke bandhan honge."As Preeti listened to her father's words, tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with a sense of relief and gratitude. She felt a surge of warmth and understanding envelop her, knowing that amidst the turmoil, she had found solace in the embrace of her family.Meanwhile, Pravjot watched the scene unfold, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions. She felt a sense of pride and gratitude towards Hansraj for his humility and compassion, yet her heart ached for the pain Preeti had endured. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out to embrace her daughter, silently promising to stand by her side through every trial and triumph that lay ahead.As the Brar family witnessed the emotional exchange between Hansraj and Preeti, a profound sense of awe and admiration washed over them. Hansraj, known for his jovial nature and unwavering support, had always been the pillar of strength for the family. Yet, seeing him vulnerable, his heart laid bare before them, was a revelation they hadn't anticipated."Yeh toh bilkul alag roop hai Hansraj ka," Manveer whispered, her voice filled with reverence. "Humne toh unhe hamesha mazaakia aur majedaar dekha hai, par aaj pehli baar unka yeh nazariya dekh rahe hain."Inder nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on his brother with newfound respect. "Sach mein, Pravjot bahut bhagyashali hai ki unhe aisa pati mila hai. Hansraj ne aaj humein ek naye roop mein dikhaya hai—ek roop jo humne kabhi nahi dekha tha."Jasleen wiped away a tear, her heart swelling with pride for her sister. "Humein kabhi pata hi nahi chalta tha ki un dono ke beech itna gehra rishta hai," she admitted, her voice choked with emotion. "Lekin aaj yeh sab sachai humein ek naye prakash mein dikh rahi hai."As the truth unfolded before the Sandhu family, a wave of shock and disbelief swept through their ranks. Bebe and Daarthji, Pravjot's parents, who had raised her with love and care, looked upon their youngest daughter with newfound respect and admiration, their hearts heavy with the weight of her silent sacrifice."Jabjot eh sachai hai?" Daarthji's voice trembled with emotion as he turned to his wife, his eyes seeking confirmation.Bebe nodded solemnly, her gaze never leaving Pravjot's face. "Haan ji," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Pravjot ne humein kabhi yeh sachai nahi batayi, par aaj humein uski tapasya aur pyaar ka ehsaas ho gaya hai."Hansraj's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sandhu, exchanged a solemn glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of their son's revelation. "Yeh sab jaankar humein kitna bada jhatka laga hai," Mrs. Sandhu admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "Lekin Pravjot ne hamesha apne parivaar ki khushi ke liye balidaan diya hai. Uska samman humein hamesha se zyada lagta hai."As the Sandhu family grappled with the revelation, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and respect for Pravjot—a woman whose strength, resilience, and unwavering love had touched their lives in ways they had never imagined. And in that moment, amidst the turmoil of emotions, they found themselves inspired by her selflessness and the enduring power of familial love.As the weight of the long-hidden truth hung heavy in the air, Pravjot found herself overwhelmed by a torrent of conflicting emotions. The burden she had carried within her for sixteen long years had finally been revealed, but with it came a flood of uncertainty and fear. What would happen now? How would Preeti react when she confronted her?Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Pravjot felt the urge to retreat, to find solace in the quiet sanctuary of her room. Slowly, she began to make her way there, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her turmoil. She felt the eyes of her family upon her, understanding and empathy radiating from their silent gazes. They knew she needed time to process, to come to terms with the seismic shift that had just occurred.But just as Pravjot was about to go up the stairs her heart froze at the sound of a single word—one that she had longed to hear, yet never dared to hope for. "Mummy."Turning slowly, Pravjot's eyes met Preeti's, her daughter's gaze filled with a mix of trepidation and longing. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as mother and daughter faced each other, their hearts laid bare before the other.Tears welled up in Pravjot's eyes as she reached out to Preeti, her voice barely a whisper. "Preeti, puttar.." she began, her voice choked with emotion. But no words came. Instead, she simply opened her arms, silently offering the solace and reassurance that only a mother's embrace could provide.And as Preeti stepped into her arms, her voice trembling with emotion, Pravjot felt a sense of peace wash over her—a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. In that moment, she knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.As Pravjot and Preeti shared their tender embrace, the room seemed to hold its breath, every eye fixed on the poignant moment unfolding before them.Bebe's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as she witnessed the heartfelt connection between mother and daughter. Daarthji's gaze softened with pride, his heart swelling with love for his youngest daughter and admiration for her strength.Manveer's eyes widened in awe, her usual stoic demeanor melting away as she beheld the raw emotion in the room. Inder and Jaspal exchanged a silent glance, their expressions reflecting a mix of understanding and reverence for the bond between Pravjot and Preeti.Hansraj's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sandhu, watched with bated breath, their hearts heavy with the weight of the truth that had been revealed. And Hansraj himself stood rooted to the spot, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he witnessed the profound moment between his wife and his daughter.The younger members of the family, Angad, Garry, Veer, Kiara, Ekam, and Sahiba, looked on with wide-eyed wonder, their own hearts touched by the depth of love and forgiveness on display.In that moment, amidst the quiet intensity of the room, a collective sense of awe and reverence filled the air—a recognition of the power of love to heal old wounds and mend fractured relationships. And as Pravjot and Preeti held each other close, their embrace spoke volumes, echoing with the promise of a future filled with understanding, forgiveness, and the enduring bonds of family.As Pravjot and Preeti shared their embrace, Prince felt compelled to join them. With a determined stride, he enveloped them both in his arms, symbolizing the unity and solidarity of their family. Tears welled in Pravjot's eyes as she held her children close, grateful for their unwavering support in this moment of truth and reconciliation. Pravjot hugged both her son and daughter, she felt a sense of peace settle over her—a reassurance that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.Hanraj couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat. His eyes welled up with tears as he watched his wife, Pravjot, embrace both of their children, Preeti and Prince in a tight hug. Beside him, Garry, his spoke up, his voice filled with newfound respect and admiration. "I never knew that Masi and Masuaji had made such a big sacrifice," he said, his tone somber yet appreciative. "My respect for them has increased tenfold." All the cousins agreed with him.
The day started off with Princes 13th Birthday party but ended up with a 16 year old secret being revealed to everyone. Nobody knew what the future would hold but they prayed for the best for Pravjot, Hansraj and Preti. Also Sukhwinder who faced a shock. No one had ever expected that the most fun-loving couple had held such a huge secret that they were dealing with alone.
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