Sparkling Jewels- Last Part (25/06/2024) - Page 7

Originally posted by: Amanita09

Sahiba and Angad are meant to be

sure Angad, It's just a ''casual meeting''.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

Thank You, posting soon!!

Chapter 11

Unbeknownst to them, the café that their families had arranged for their meeting was a rooftop establishment with panoramic views of the outskirts of Ludhiana. They were the only patrons on the rooftop, which afforded them a sense of privacy amidst the bustling city below.

Sahiba apologized for being a few minutes late, explaining that she had encountered unexpected traffic on her way. Angad waved off her apology with a reassuring smile, understanding the unpredictability of city life.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “City traffic is always unpredictable.”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Angad couldn't help but admire Sahiba's traditional Punjabi attire, which added a touch of elegance to her appearance. The lilac hues complemented her complexion, and her warm smile melted away any lingering tension in the air.

“So, Sahiba, how was your day at home?” Angad asked, initiating a light conversation to ease any remaining tension.

Sahiba smiled, appreciating his effort to break the ice. “It was productive. I got quite a bit done,” she replied, her voice soft with a hint of warmth. “How about yours, in the office?”

Angad nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before replying. “It was alright, nothing too out of the ordinary,” he said with a chuckle. “Just glad to be here with you outside of work.”

Sahiba’s smile widened at his words, feeling a sense of ease settle over her. “Me too,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his briefly before darting away shyly.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching upon various topics ranging from their favorite hobbies to memorable experiences from their childhood. Angad found himself captivated by Sahiba’s anecdotes and insights, admiring her intelligence and genuine nature.

As they laughed and shared stories, Angad couldn't help but notice the way Sahiba's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, her laughter ringing like music in his ears. He felt a growing sense of connection with her, grateful for the opportunity to spend this time together outside the confines of their professional lives.

With a gentle touch, Angad placed his hand over Sahiba's across the table, his expression earnest as he spoke. “The main purpose our families have arranged this meeting is because my mother thinks you’re a perfect match for me,” he began, his voice soft but resolute. “My Papa and yours have been childhood friends. This feels like fate.”

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Angad continued, his gaze never leaving Sahiba's. “In all honesty, Sahiba, since you’ve started at the office, I feel like you’ve changed me,” he confessed, sincerity lacing his words. “I always look forward to meeting you, and I really like you, Sahiba.”

He paused, giving Sahiba a moment to process his words before adding, “At the end of the day, it’s your choice what you want to do. I will respect your decision regardless.”

Sahiba was surprised by his admission, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions. Quietly, she whispered, “How have I changed you?” her eyes searching his for answers, her own feelings swirling within her.

Angad met Sahiba's gaze with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting sincerity as he replied, “You’ve brought a sense of joy and positivity into my life, Sahiba. Your dedication to your work, your kindness towards others, and your ability to see the good in every situation – it’s all rubbed off on me.”

He took a moment, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of her hand, before continuing, “Before you came along, I was so focused on work and ambition that I forgot to appreciate the little things. But being around you has reminded me of the importance of connection, of taking time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life.”

Angad's voice softened with emotion as he concluded, “You’ve made me a better person, Sahiba. And for that, I’m grateful.”

As Sahiba listened to Angad’s heartfelt words, a soft smile graced her lips, and she felt a warmth spread through her heart. His sincerity touched her deeply, and she found herself captivated by the genuine affection in his gaze.

Their eyes met in a meaningful exchange, a silent understanding passing between them, before the arrival of the waiter interrupted their moment. Clearing her throat softly, Sahiba shifted her focus to the menu, grateful for the brief reprieve to collect her thoughts.

“Good afternoon, sir, madam,” the waiter greeted them with a polite smile, handing them the menu cards. “May I take your order?”

Sahiba glanced at the menu and decided on a comforting cup of chai, while Angad opted for his usual black coffee.

“I’ll have a cup of chai, please,” Sahiba said, her voice soft yet determined.

Angad nodded, adding, “And I’ll have a black coffee, thank you.”

With their orders placed, the waiter nodded and retreated to fulfill their requests, leaving Sahiba and Angad once again in the quiet intimacy of their conversation.

As the hours passed by in the cozy ambiance of the café, Sahiba and Angad found themselves immersed in conversation, the time slipping away unnoticed in the warmth of their connection. However, as the sun began to set and the shadows lengthened, Sahiba glanced at her watch and realized that it was getting late.

“I should head home,” Sahiba murmured, a hint of reluctance in her voice as she gathered her belongings.

Angad’s expression softened, but he nodded understandingly. “Let me drop you home,” he offered gently, rising from his seat to accompany her.

Sahiba hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded, grateful for his offer of assistance. As they made their way to the car, a sense of comfort settled over her, knowing that Angad was by her side.

During the car ride, their conversation continued, albeit with a more subdued tone as the evening cast a tranquil spell over the city. Before they reached her home, Angad reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card.

“Here,” he said softly, offering her the card. “My number.”

Sahiba’s heart skipped a beat as she accepted the card, a rush of warmth flooding through her at the gesture. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

As they arrived at her doorstep, Sahiba bid Angad farewell, her heart feeling strangely full and content. With a shy smile, she stepped out of the car, her mind buzzing with the echoes of their conversation and the promise of future encounters.

As Sahiba entered her home, she found her mother waiting for her on the sofa, her expression a mix of anticipation and concern. Santosh Monga's eyes lit up as she saw her daughter, and she gestured for Sahiba to sit beside her.

“How did it go, beta?” Santosh inquired gently, her voice filled with a mother’s warmth and understanding.

Sahiba took a seat beside her mother, her thoughts still swirling from the events of the evening. “It went well, Mummy,” she replied honestly, offering a small smile. “But I still need some time to think before making a final decision.”

Santosh nodded understandingly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Sahiba’s shoulder. “Of course, beta. Take all the time you need,” she reassured her daughter, her tone soft and reassuring. “Your happiness is what matters most.”

With her mother’s words echoing in her mind, Sahiba felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. Though the path ahead was uncertain, she knew that with her family’s love and support, she would find the clarity she sought.

As Angad stepped through the door, he was instantly surrounded by his mother, aunties, and Bebe, all eager to hear about his meeting with Sahiba. They bombarded him with questions before he could even utter a word, their excitement palpable in the air.

“Angad puttar, how did it go?” Manveer asked eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“Did you two hit it off?” Jasleen chimed in, leaning forward with interest.

“What did you talk about?” Pravjot interjected, her curiosity piqued.

Before Angad could respond, Gurleen joined in with her own inquiries. “Did you like her, puttar? Tell us everything!”

Amidst the flood of questions, Angad found himself momentarily overwhelmed by the whirlwind of excitement and anticipation that surrounded him.

As the flurry of questions continued, Bebe, the matriarch of the family, raised her hand to silence the eager ladies. “Alright, alright, let the boy breathe,” she chuckled, her wise eyes twinkling with amusement. “Angad, puttar, come sit next to me.”

Angad gratefully took a seat next to his beloved grandmother, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him in her presence.

“Now, tell us how it went,” Bebe said with a warm smile, her gentle tone coaxing Angad to share his thoughts and experiences.

With a sheepish grin, Angad responded, “It went really well, Bebe. I can see myself marrying her.” His words were met with a chorus of delighted squeals and exclamations from the gathered women, their excitement palpable in the air.

Veer grinned mischievously, “Come on, Angad, spill the beans. We all know you’ve had your eye on Sahiba since day one at the office.”

Garry joined in with a chuckle, “Yeah, we could practically see the hearts in your eyes every time she walked into the room. Sahiba Bhabhi, right?”

This elicited laughter from the family members, who exchanged knowing

Manveer turned to Inder with a determined look. “Inder, we should call Ajit and let him know it’s a yes from our side. Sahiba seems like a perfect match for Angad.”

Before Inder could pick up the phone, Angad intervened. “Hold on, Mom, Dad. Let’s not rush things. Sahiba needs some time to process everything. It’s a big decision, after all.”

Manveer and Inder exchanged a glance, considering Angad’s words. Manveer nodded slowly, acknowledging his son’s wisdom. “You’re right, Angad. It’s important for Sahiba to feel comfortable and make her decision at her own pace.”

Inder chimed in, “Yes, let’s give her the space she needs. We’ll wait for her to come to us when she’s ready.”

With a sense of understanding, they decided to respect Sahiba’s need for time before moving forward with any further discussions.

To be continued...

So cute! I’m waiting for the twist now 😥

Originally posted by: apuni88

So cute! I’m waiting for the twist now 😥

Thank you, when I said twist earlier, I meant that that their fathers were childhood friends and they never knew that was the twist.

Originally posted by: Simiyy

Thank you, when I said twist earlier, I meant that that their fathers were childhood friends and they never knew that was the twist.

Angad is ready for marriage

Can't wait for Sahiba to figure out her feelings

Beautiful Loved it.

Originally posted by: Simiyy

Chapter 11

Unbeknownst to them, the café that their families had arranged for their meeting was a rooftop establishment with panoramic views of the outskirts of Ludhiana. They were the only patrons on the rooftop, which afforded them a sense of privacy amidst the bustling city below.

Sahiba apologized for being a few minutes late, explaining that she had encountered unexpected traffic on her way. Angad waved off her apology with a reassuring smile, understanding the unpredictability of city life.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “City traffic is always unpredictable.”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Angad couldn't help but admire Sahiba's traditional Punjabi attire, which added a touch of elegance to her appearance. The lilac hues complemented her complexion, and her warm smile melted away any lingering tension in the air.

“So, Sahiba, how was your day at home?” Angad asked, initiating a light conversation to ease any remaining tension.

Sahiba smiled, appreciating his effort to break the ice. “It was productive. I got quite a bit done,” she replied, her voice soft with a hint of warmth. “How about yours, in the office?”

Angad nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before replying. “It was alright, nothing too out of the ordinary,” he said with a chuckle. “Just glad to be here with you outside of work.”

Sahiba’s smile widened at his words, feeling a sense of ease settle over her. “Me too,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his briefly before darting away shyly.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching upon various topics ranging from their favorite hobbies to memorable experiences from their childhood. Angad found himself captivated by Sahiba’s anecdotes and insights, admiring her intelligence and genuine nature.

As they laughed and shared stories, Angad couldn't help but notice the way Sahiba's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, her laughter ringing like music in his ears. He felt a growing sense of connection with her, grateful for the opportunity to spend this time together outside the confines of their professional lives.

With a gentle touch, Angad placed his hand over Sahiba's across the table, his expression earnest as he spoke. “The main purpose our families have arranged this meeting is because my mother thinks you’re a perfect match for me,” he began, his voice soft but resolute. “My Papa and yours have been childhood friends. This feels like fate.”

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Angad continued, his gaze never leaving Sahiba's. “In all honesty, Sahiba, since you’ve started at the office, I feel like you’ve changed me,” he confessed, sincerity lacing his words. “I always look forward to meeting you, and I really like you, Sahiba.”

He paused, giving Sahiba a moment to process his words before adding, “At the end of the day, it’s your choice what you want to do. I will respect your decision regardless.”

Sahiba was surprised by his admission, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions. Quietly, she whispered, “How have I changed you?” her eyes searching his for answers, her own feelings swirling within her.

Angad met Sahiba's gaze with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting sincerity as he replied, “You’ve brought a sense of joy and positivity into my life, Sahiba. Your dedication to your work, your kindness towards others, and your ability to see the good in every situation – it’s all rubbed off on me.”

He took a moment, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of her hand, before continuing, “Before you came along, I was so focused on work and ambition that I forgot to appreciate the little things. But being around you has reminded me of the importance of connection, of taking time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life.”

Angad's voice softened with emotion as he concluded, “You’ve made me a better person, Sahiba. And for that, I’m grateful.”

As Sahiba listened to Angad’s heartfelt words, a soft smile graced her lips, and she felt a warmth spread through her heart. His sincerity touched her deeply, and she found herself captivated by the genuine affection in his gaze.

Their eyes met in a meaningful exchange, a silent understanding passing between them, before the arrival of the waiter interrupted their moment. Clearing her throat softly, Sahiba shifted her focus to the menu, grateful for the brief reprieve to collect her thoughts.

“Good afternoon, sir, madam,” the waiter greeted them with a polite smile, handing them the menu cards. “May I take your order?”

Sahiba glanced at the menu and decided on a comforting cup of chai, while Angad opted for his usual black coffee.

“I’ll have a cup of chai, please,” Sahiba said, her voice soft yet determined.

Angad nodded, adding, “And I’ll have a black coffee, thank you.”

With their orders placed, the waiter nodded and retreated to fulfill their requests, leaving Sahiba and Angad once again in the quiet intimacy of their conversation.

As the hours passed by in the cozy ambiance of the café, Sahiba and Angad found themselves immersed in conversation, the time slipping away unnoticed in the warmth of their connection. However, as the sun began to set and the shadows lengthened, Sahiba glanced at her watch and realized that it was getting late.

“I should head home,” Sahiba murmured, a hint of reluctance in her voice as she gathered her belongings.

Angad’s expression softened, but he nodded understandingly. “Let me drop you home,” he offered gently, rising from his seat to accompany her.

Sahiba hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded, grateful for his offer of assistance. As they made their way to the car, a sense of comfort settled over her, knowing that Angad was by her side.

During the car ride, their conversation continued, albeit with a more subdued tone as the evening cast a tranquil spell over the city. Before they reached her home, Angad reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card.

“Here,” he said softly, offering her the card. “My number.”

Sahiba’s heart skipped a beat as she accepted the card, a rush of warmth flooding through her at the gesture. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

As they arrived at her doorstep, Sahiba bid Angad farewell, her heart feeling strangely full and content. With a shy smile, she stepped out of the car, her mind buzzing with the echoes of their conversation and the promise of future encounters.

As Sahiba entered her home, she found her mother waiting for her on the sofa, her expression a mix of anticipation and concern. Santosh Monga's eyes lit up as she saw her daughter, and she gestured for Sahiba to sit beside her.

“How did it go, beta?” Santosh inquired gently, her voice filled with a mother’s warmth and understanding.

Sahiba took a seat beside her mother, her thoughts still swirling from the events of the evening. “It went well, Mummy,” she replied honestly, offering a small smile. “But I still need some time to think before making a final decision.”

Santosh nodded understandingly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Sahiba’s shoulder. “Of course, beta. Take all the time you need,” she reassured her daughter, her tone soft and reassuring. “Your happiness is what matters most.”

With her mother’s words echoing in her mind, Sahiba felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. Though the path ahead was uncertain, she knew that with her family’s love and support, she would find the clarity she sought.

As Angad stepped through the door, he was instantly surrounded by his mother, aunties, and Bebe, all eager to hear about his meeting with Sahiba. They bombarded him with questions before he could even utter a word, their excitement palpable in the air.

“Angad puttar, how did it go?” Manveer asked eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“Did you two hit it off?” Jasleen chimed in, leaning forward with interest.

“What did you talk about?” Pravjot interjected, her curiosity piqued.

Before Angad could respond, Gurleen joined in with her own inquiries. “Did you like her, puttar? Tell us everything!”

Amidst the flood of questions, Angad found himself momentarily overwhelmed by the whirlwind of excitement and anticipation that surrounded him.

As the flurry of questions continued, Bebe, the matriarch of the family, raised her hand to silence the eager ladies. “Alright, alright, let the boy breathe,” she chuckled, her wise eyes twinkling with amusement. “Angad, puttar, come sit next to me.”

Angad gratefully took a seat next to his beloved grandmother, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him in her presence.

“Now, tell us how it went,” Bebe said with a warm smile, her gentle tone coaxing Angad to share his thoughts and experiences.

With a sheepish grin, Angad responded, “It went really well, Bebe. I can see myself marrying her.” His words were met with a chorus of delighted squeals and exclamations from the gathered women, their excitement palpable in the air.

Veer grinned mischievously, “Come on, Angad, spill the beans. We all know you’ve had your eye on Sahiba since day one at the office.”

Garry joined in with a chuckle, “Yeah, we could practically see the hearts in your eyes every time she walked into the room. Sahiba Bhabhi, right?”

This elicited laughter from the family members, who exchanged knowing

Manveer turned to Inder with a determined look. “Inder, we should call Ajit and let him know it’s a yes from our side. Sahiba seems like a perfect match for Angad.”

Before Inder could pick up the phone, Angad intervened. “Hold on, Mom, Dad. Let’s not rush things. Sahiba needs some time to process everything. It’s a big decision, after all.”

Manveer and Inder exchanged a glance, considering Angad’s words. Manveer nodded slowly, acknowledging his son’s wisdom. “You’re right, Angad. It’s important for Sahiba to feel comfortable and make her decision at her own pace.”

Inder chimed in, “Yes, let’s give her the space she needs. We’ll wait for her to come to us when she’s ready.”

With a sense of understanding, they decided to respect Sahiba’s need for time before moving forward with any further discussions.

To be continued...

Such a positive vibe reading this chapter..

Garry and Veer's teasing 🤭😂

Bolo angad 🤭😍

Waiting for your next chapter

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Chapter 12

After receiving Sahiba's message with her phone number, Angad couldn't help but smile. He quickly typed out a reply, expressing his gratitude for her sharing her number and assuring her that he was looking forward to talking to her soon.

Later that evening, as Angad sat in his room, he decided to give Sahiba a call. He took a deep breath and dialed her number. After a few rings, Sahiba answered.

"Hello, Sahiba? It's Angad."

"Hi, Angad! How are you?" Sahiba's voice was warm and welcoming.

"I'm good, thanks. I just thought it would be nice to hear your voice instead of just texting," Angad replied, feeling a bit nervous but excited.

"That's sweet of you," Sahiba said, smiling. "I'm glad you called."

They talked about their day, their interests, and shared stories that made them laugh. As the conversation progressed, they started talking about their unexpected connection.

"Isn't it funny how we met through work, but then found out our fathers are childhood friends?" Angad remarked.

"It really is," Sahiba agreed. "It's almost like fate or destiny brought us together. I mean, what are the chances?"

"I know, right? It feels like everything is falling into place perfectly. I had no idea about our fathers' history until recently," Angad said thoughtfully.

"Neither did I. My dad never mentioned it before. It's amazing to think they were close friends who lost touch, and now, here we are," Sahiba replied.

"Maybe it's a sign," Angad suggested. "I mean, our fathers reconnected through us. There has to be some kind of special reason for that."

Sahiba laughed softly. "Maybe. It's a nice thought, though. It makes this whole arranged marriage situation feel a bit more natural and less forced."

"Exactly. It feels like we're not just following our families' wishes, but also something bigger," Angad said.

"I'm glad you see it that way," Sahiba said, feeling reassured. "It makes me feel more comfortable about everything."

"Me too. And I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better, both personally and professionally," Angad said with a smile in his voice.

"Same here, Angad. I'm excited to see where this journey takes us," Sahiba replied.

Eventually, they said their goodbyes, both looking forward to their next chat.

As the night progressed, Angad found himself unable to shake off the excitement of their conversation. He tossed and turned in bed, his mind filled with thoughts of Sahiba and their conversation at the café. Eventually, he drifted off into a restless sleep, dreaming of what the future might hold.

As the weekend flew by with constant messages and phone calls exchanged between Angad and Sahiba, Monday arrived, signaling their return to the office. Sahiba couldn't shake off a sense of shyness as she entered the workplace, especially when she caught sight of Veer and Garry passing by with teasing smiles.

Trying to maintain her composure, Sahiba greeted her colleagues with a polite nod and made her way to her desk. However, her heart fluttered with anticipation at the thought of seeing Angad again after their weekend of messaging and phone conversations.

Throughout the day, Sahiba found herself stealing glances at Angad whenever she could, her cheeks flushing pink each time their eyes met. Despite her efforts to focus on her work, her mind kept drifting back to their conversations over the weekend, leaving her feeling both nervous and excited.

As Sahiba entered Angad's office to discuss the design, Angad greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up at her presence.

"Hey, Sahiba! Glad you could make it," Angad said, gesturing for her to take a seat opposite his desk.

"Hi, Angad! Thanks for having me," Sahiba replied, returning his smile as she settled into the chair.

Angad leaned forward slightly, eager to hear Sahiba's thoughts on the design. "So, what do you think about the latest concept? I'm really curious to hear your feedback."

Sahiba nodded, flipping through the papers on the desk as she carefully examined the designs. "I think it's looking great so far. The color palette you've chosen really complements the overall theme, and the layout is quite engaging.”

Angad's face lit up with satisfaction at Sahiba's praise. "Thanks! I'm glad you like it. But I'm open to any suggestions or changes you might have in mind."

Sahiba nodded thoughtfully, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered the design. "Well, perhaps we could tweak the placement of these elements here to create a more cohesive flow..."

As they delved deeper into the discussion, Sahiba and Angad exchanged ideas and bounced suggestions off each other, their collaboration resulting in a refined and improved design concept. Despite the professional setting, there was an undeniable chemistry between them, evident in the easy rapport and shared enthusiasm for their work.

As Sahiba paused by the door, Angad's words made her turn back, a curious expression on her face.

"Sahiba, before you go, I wanted to talk to you about something important," Angad began, his tone gentle yet earnest.

Sahiba nodded, her interest piqued. "Of course, Angad. What is it?"

Angad took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Well, I wanted to know how you feel about the proposal that our families have put forward. I understand if you have any reservations or questions, and I'm here to address them."

Sahiba nodded appreciatively, considering his words before speaking. "Thank you, Angad. Actually, I do have a couple of questions."

"Sure, go ahead. I'm all ears," Angad replied, his expression open and attentive.

Sahiba took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "Firstly, I'm curious about your family's acceptance of me. I mean, I know our fathers are childhood friends, but how do they feel about our potential match?"

Angad nodded, understanding her concern. "I understand your apprehension, Sahiba. But rest assured, my family respects and values our fathers' friendship, and they're open-minded about our relationship. They're more interested in your qualities and compatibility with me."

Sahiba nodded, reassured by Angad's response. "That's good to know. And what about my career? I'm passionate about my work, and I wouldn't want that to be affected."

Angad smiled, nodding in agreement. "I completely understand, Sahiba. Your career is important, and I wouldn't want you to compromise on that. My family respects your dedication and talent, and they're supportive of your professional aspirations. We can work together to ensure that both our careers thrive."

Sahiba felt a sense of relief wash over her as Angad addressed her concerns with sincerity and understanding. She realized that he was not just her boss but also someone who genuinely cared about her well-being and happiness. With a grateful smile, she thanked Angad for his honesty and openness, feeling more confident about the path ahead.

As the Brar family gathered around the dinner table, settling into their seats for the evening meal, Inder's phone rang.

"Sasri Kaal Ajit- Kiy Haal Hain," Inder greeted warmly as he answered the call. The mention of Ajit's name piqued everyone's curiosity, and as soon as Inder disconnected the call, Manveer couldn't resist asking, "What was Ajit ji saying?"

"Manveer, Ajit has invited us all over to their place tomorrow," Inder informed the eager family members.

Jaspal nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across his face. "Indeed, it'll be nice to catch up with Ajit after so long."

Kiara and Ekam exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. "I wonder if it's about Sahiba and Angad Paaji," Kiara mused.