Tangled hearts:Teri Meri Doriyaann Fanfiction

CHAPTER 1 - Entertwined Destinies 

The Brar family, renowned for their prosperous jewelry business, shares a long-standing friendship with the Mongas, who specialize in fashion. This relationship dates back generations, with Brar's father and grandfather being close friends with the Monga family. The Brars have three sons: Angad, Veer, and Garry, while the Mongas have three daughters: Sahiba, Keerat, and Seerat.

The intertwining of their destinies becomes apparent when the elder Brar proposes a partnership between his grandchild, Angad, and the Mongas. Mr. Monga, deeply engrossed in his own affairs, suggests Sahiba to assist Angad, recognizing her capabilities and expertise, while he tends to his other responsibilities. 

MONGA STUDIO

One sunny afternoon, Daarji decided to pay a visit to Ajeet at his fashion studio to discuss his proposal. As he entered the studio, he was greeted warmly by Ajeet, who welcomed him with a smile.

"Daarji, it's a pleasure to see you again," Ajeet began, returning the smile.

"The pleasure is mine, Ajeet. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Daarji inquired, gesturing for Ajeet to take a seat.

Daarji settled into the chair, his expression serious yet determined. "I've been thinking, Ajeet. Our families have a long history of friendship and mutual respect. I believe that by joining forces, we could create something truly extraordinary."

Ajeet listened attentively as Daarji outlined his proposal for a partnership between their businesses. He nodded thoughtfully, considering the possibilities.

"I must admit, Daarji, the idea intrigues me," Ajeet replied. "But I would need to discuss it with my family before making any decisions."

"Of course, Ajeet. Take your time," Daarji said, understanding the importance of such a decision.

Then, with a thoughtful expression, Ajeet added, "You know, Daarji, Sahiba has been showing remarkable talent and dedication in the fashion world. Perhaps she could assist Angad in this venture. She has the expertise and capability to handle such responsibilities well, allowing me to focus on my other duties."

Daarji nodded appreciatively at Ajeet's suggestion. "That sounds like an excellent idea, Ajeet. Sahiba's involvement would certainly complement Angad's skills."

As Daarji rose to leave, he extended his hand to Ajeet. "Thank you for considering my proposal, Ajeet. I truly believe that together, we could achieve great things."

Ajeet shook Daarji's hand firmly, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Thank you, Daarji. I will speak with my family and get back to you soon."

With that, Daarji bid Ajeet farewell and left the studio, his heart filled with hope for the future of their families' partnership. Little did he know that his proposal would set the stage for the intertwining of their destinies in ways they could never have imagined.

NEXT DAY IN MONGA STUDIOS 

As Angad walked into the Monga's fashion studio, he was greeted by Sahiba, the Middle Monga daughter. With her piercing eyes and confident demeanor, Sahiba immediately caught Angad's attention. 

"Ah, Angad Brar, finally decided to grace us with your presence?" Sahiba teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

Angad couldn't help but smile back. "Well, you know me, Sahiba. Fashionably late, as always."

Sahiba rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in them. "Fashionably late? More like just late, Angad. Let's get to work. We have a lot to do."

Angad chuckled. "Alright, bossy pants, lead the way."

Sahiba shot him a mock glare before turning on her heel and striding towards the design table. Angad followed, admiring her confident gait.

Their collaboration began with a series of playful arguments and friendly banter. Angad would suggest bold and extravagant designs, while Sahiba favored elegance and simplicity. 

"Angad, we're not designing jewelry for royalty here," Sahiba exclaimed, shaking her head at one of Angad's more extravagant sketches.

"But imagine how stunning it would look on the runway!" Angad protested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Sahiba sighed, but couldn't help but smile at Angad's enthusiasm. "Fine, we can consider it, but let's try something a bit more... practical first."

As they worked together, their nok-jhok turned into a comfortable rhythm, each challenging the other to push their creative boundaries. And amidst all the arguments and disagreements, they found themselves enjoying each other's company more and more.

Little did they know that their playful banter was just the beginning of a beautiful partnership, both in business and in life.

A few days had passed, Angad and Sahiba's banter became a staple of their work dynamic. Whether it was debating design choices or playfully teasing each other about deadlines, their banter brought a sense of joy and excitement to their collaboration.

One afternoon, as they were engrossed in discussing the details of an upcoming jewelry collection, Sahiba couldn't help but notice Angad's constant fidgeting with his pen.

"Would you stop tapping that pen, Angad? You're going to drive me crazy!" Sahiba exclaimed, shooting him a playful glare.

Angad grinned mischievously. "Oh, am I bothering you, Sahiba? I thought you enjoyed the sound of my genius at work."

Sahiba rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Genius, huh? More like a distraction. Now, focus, we need to finalize these designs."

Angad chuckled, but obediently put the pen down. "Alright, boss. Whatever you say."

Their playful banter continued late into the evening until they finally called it a day, satisfied with their progress.

As they were packing up, Angad couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Working with Sahiba had been an unexpected delight, and he found himself looking forward to their daily arguments more than he cared to admit.

CHAPTER 2- A spark of jealousy 

The partnership between the Brar and Monga families was officially underway. Angad and Sahiba, despite their constant arguments, were making significant progress. Their combined efforts were already beginning to show promising results.

One afternoon, as they were reviewing the final touches on their latest collection, Sahiba received a phone call. Her face lit up as she saw the caller ID.

"It's Karan," Sahiba said excitedly. "He's an old friend from fashion school. He's in town and wants to catch up."

Angad's eyebrows shot up. "Karan, huh? Didn't know you had such close friends."

Sahiba chuckled. "Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, Angad."

A few hours later, as Angad was wrapping up his work, he saw Sahiba leaving the studio, looking radiant in a stunning dress. She had clearly taken extra care with her appearance, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Angad.

"Going somewhere special?" Angad asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Just dinner with Karan," Sahiba replied nonchalantly. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Angad felt an unfamiliar twinge of jealousy. He tried to ignore it, but as the evening wore on, he found himself distracted, glancing at the clock every few minutes. Thoughts of Sahiba and Karan together nagged at him.

When Sahiba returned later that evening, she was in high spirits, recounting her evening with Karan. Angad listened, his feelings of jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

"...and then he told me about his latest project in Paris. Can you imagine? He's doing so well!" Sahiba exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Sounds like you had a great time," Angad said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"It was wonderful catching up with an old friend," Sahiba replied, her smile broadening.

Angad forced a smile. "That's nice."

As Sahiba continued talking about Karan, Angad's mind wandered. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest. The next day, Angad's mood hadn't improved. He was distracted and irritable, something that didn't go unnoticed by Sahiba.

"You're awfully quiet today, Angad," Sahiba remarked as they worked on a new design. "Is something bothering you?"

Angad shook his head. "No, just have a lot on my mind."

Sahiba gave him a skeptical look but decided not to press further. Instead, she tried to lighten the mood. "You know, Angad, if you keep frowning like that, you'll get wrinkles."

Angad managed a weak chuckle. "Thanks for the beauty tip, Sahiba."

Their nok-jhok continued, but there was an underlying tension that neither could ignore. Sahiba couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Angad's behavior seemed different.

A few days later, Karan dropped by the studio to see Sahiba. Angad watched from a distance as they chatted and laughed, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting back to them.

"Angad, can you help me with this design?" Sahiba called out, interrupting his thoughts.

"Sure," Angad replied, walking over. He couldn't help but notice the way Karan looked at Sahiba, and it irked him.

As they worked together, Angad's irritation grew. He couldn't stand the thought of Sahiba being so close to Karan, but he kept his feelings to himself, not wanting to reveal his jealousy.

After Karan left, Sahiba turned to Angad. "You were awfully quiet while Karan was here. Are you sure everything's okay?"

Angad nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just focused on the work."

Sahiba studied him for a moment, sensing there was more to it but decided to let it go. "Alright, if you say so."

As Angad watched Sahiba return to her work, he realized that his feelings for her were more complicated than he had admitted to himself. The spark of jealousy had ignited something deeper within him, something he wasn't ready to confront just yet. But for now, he would keep his emotions in check and focus on their partnership, even as his heart silently battled with the growing affection he felt for Sahiba.

The partnership between Angad and Sahiba continued to thrive, and their bond deepened as they worked together. However, the lingering jealousy Angad felt towards Karan occasionally surfaced, though he tried his best to hide it. It was a nagging feeling he couldn't quite shake, despite knowing it was irrational.

One afternoon, while Angad was at Brar Jewelers, he received a text message from Sahiba.

Sahiba: "Karan is visiting the studio today to see the new designs. Thought you should know. See you later!"

Angad felt a mix of emotions. He decided it was time to address his feelings and clear the air. He headed to the studio, determined to meet Karan properly and understand his relationship with Sahiba.

When Angad arrived, he found Karan and Sahiba engrossed in conversation, laughing and chatting easily. He approached them, trying to mask his apprehension with a polite smile.

"Hey, Karan, good to see you again," Angad greeted, extending his hand.

Karan shook his hand warmly. "Good to see you too, Angad. Sahiba's been telling me all about your amazing collaboration. The designs are fantastic!"

"Thanks," Angad replied, his tone more cordial than he felt.

Sahiba sensed the underlying tension and decided to give them a moment. "I need to check on a few things in the back. You two catch up," she said, excusing herself.

As Sahiba walked away, Karan turned to Angad with a friendly smile. "So, Angad, how's everything going with the collection?"

"It's going great," Angad replied, trying to keep the conversation light. After a brief pause, he decided to dive into what was really on his mind. "I have to admit, Karan, I've been curious about your friendship with Sahiba. You two seem very close."

Karan chuckled, understanding the unspoken question. "We are close, but it's purely platonic. Sahiba and I have been friends since fashion school. We've always supported each other professionally and personally."

Angad felt a weight lift off his shoulders but wanted to be sure. "So, there's nothing more than friendship between you two?"

Karan shook his head, his expression sincere. "Absolutely nothing more. Sahiba's like a sister to me. We've always had a strong bond, but it's never crossed into anything romantic. She's an amazing person, and I have a lot of respect for her."

Relief washed over Angad, and he realized how foolish he had been to let jealousy cloud his judgment. "Thanks for clarifying that, Karan. I guess I was just... concerned."

Karan smiled understandingly. "I get it, Angad. She's an incredible person, and anyone would be lucky to have her in their life. But trust me, you have nothing to worry about from my end."

Angad nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Karan. "I appreciate that. And for what it's worth, I'm glad she's got such a good friend in you."

Karan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Angad, you seem pretty invested in Sahiba's life. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you might actually like her."

Angad felt his cheeks warm but tried to play it cool. "We're partners in this venture. Of course, I'm invested."

Karan laughed, giving Angad a friendly nudge. "Sure, sure. But just between us, there's no harm in admitting if there's something more. Sahiba's a catch, after all."

Angad's attempt to hide his embarrassment was futile. "I... Well, she's an amazing person. Anyone would be lucky to know her."

Karan's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Exactly. And maybe that someone could be you."

Just then, Sahiba returned, sensing the newfound ease between the two men. "Everything sorted?" she asked with a playful smile.

Angad and Karan exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Yeah, we were just getting to know each other better," Angad replied.

Sahiba raised an eyebrow, curious but pleased to see them getting along. "Good to hear. Now, how about we all take a look at the new designs?"

As they reviewed the latest creations, Angad felt a renewed sense of clarity and confidence. The conversation with Karan had not only put his mind at ease but also helped him realize the depth of his feelings for Sahiba. He knew that his jealousy had been misplaced, and he was determined to focus on their partnership and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Later that evening, as Karan left the studio, he gave Angad a reassuring nod. "Take care, Angad. And keep up the great work with Sahiba."

"Thanks, Karan. You too," Angad replied, genuinely grateful for the understanding.

As the door closed behind Karan, Sahiba turned to Angad, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, what did you two talk about?"

Angad smiled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "Just clearing the air. Karan's a good guy."

Sahiba nodded, sensing there was more to it but happy to see Angad at ease. "I'm glad to hear that."

As they resumed their work, Angad couldn't help but feel that their partnership had taken another step forward. With his mind clear and his heart open, he was ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that together, he and Sahiba could achieve anything.

Originally posted by: Amanita09

CHAPTER 2- A spark of jealousy 

The partnership between the Brar and Monga families was officially underway. Angad and Sahiba, despite their constant arguments, were making significant progress. Their combined efforts were already beginning to show promising results.

One afternoon, as they were reviewing the final touches on their latest collection, Sahiba received a phone call. Her face lit up as she saw the caller ID.

"It's Karan," Sahiba said excitedly. "He's an old friend from fashion school. He's in town and wants to catch up."

Angad's eyebrows shot up. "Karan, huh? Didn't know you had such close friends."

Sahiba chuckled. "Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, Angad."

A few hours later, as Angad was wrapping up his work, he saw Sahiba leaving the studio, looking radiant in a stunning dress. She had clearly taken extra care with her appearance, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Angad.

"Going somewhere special?" Angad asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Just dinner with Karan," Sahiba replied nonchalantly. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Angad felt an unfamiliar twinge of jealousy. He tried to ignore it, but as the evening wore on, he found himself distracted, glancing at the clock every few minutes. Thoughts of Sahiba and Karan together nagged at him.

When Sahiba returned later that evening, she was in high spirits, recounting her evening with Karan. Angad listened, his feelings of jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

"...and then he told me about his latest project in Paris. Can you imagine? He's doing so well!" Sahiba exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Sounds like you had a great time," Angad said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"It was wonderful catching up with an old friend," Sahiba replied, her smile broadening.

Angad forced a smile. "That's nice."

As Sahiba continued talking about Karan, Angad's mind wandered. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest. The next day, Angad's mood hadn't improved. He was distracted and irritable, something that didn't go unnoticed by Sahiba.

"You're awfully quiet today, Angad," Sahiba remarked as they worked on a new design. "Is something bothering you?"

Angad shook his head. "No, just have a lot on my mind."

Sahiba gave him a skeptical look but decided not to press further. Instead, she tried to lighten the mood. "You know, Angad, if you keep frowning like that, you'll get wrinkles."

Angad managed a weak chuckle. "Thanks for the beauty tip, Sahiba."

Their nok-jhok continued, but there was an underlying tension that neither could ignore. Sahiba couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Angad's behavior seemed different.

A few days later, Karan dropped by the studio to see Sahiba. Angad watched from a distance as they chatted and laughed, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting back to them.

"Angad, can you help me with this design?" Sahiba called out, interrupting his thoughts.

"Sure," Angad replied, walking over. He couldn't help but notice the way Karan looked at Sahiba, and it irked him.

As they worked together, Angad's irritation grew. He couldn't stand the thought of Sahiba being so close to Karan, but he kept his feelings to himself, not wanting to reveal his jealousy.

After Karan left, Sahiba turned to Angad. "You were awfully quiet while Karan was here. Are you sure everything's okay?"

Angad nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just focused on the work."

Sahiba studied him for a moment, sensing there was more to it but decided to let it go. "Alright, if you say so."

As Angad watched Sahiba return to her work, he realized that his feelings for her were more complicated than he had admitted to himself. The spark of jealousy had ignited something deeper within him, something he wasn't ready to confront just yet. But for now, he would keep his emotions in check and focus on their partnership, even as his heart silently battled with the growing affection he felt for Sahiba.

The partnership between Angad and Sahiba continued to thrive, and their bond deepened as they worked together. However, the lingering jealousy Angad felt towards Karan occasionally surfaced, though he tried his best to hide it. It was a nagging feeling he couldn't quite shake, despite knowing it was irrational.

One afternoon, while Angad was at Brar Jewelers, he received a text message from Sahiba.

Sahiba: "Karan is visiting the studio today to see the new designs. Thought you should know. See you later!"

Angad felt a mix of emotions. He decided it was time to address his feelings and clear the air. He headed to the studio, determined to meet Karan properly and understand his relationship with Sahiba.

When Angad arrived, he found Karan and Sahiba engrossed in conversation, laughing and chatting easily. He approached them, trying to mask his apprehension with a polite smile.

"Hey, Karan, good to see you again," Angad greeted, extending his hand.

Karan shook his hand warmly. "Good to see you too, Angad. Sahiba's been telling me all about your amazing collaboration. The designs are fantastic!"

"Thanks," Angad replied, his tone more cordial than he felt.

Sahiba sensed the underlying tension and decided to give them a moment. "I need to check on a few things in the back. You two catch up," she said, excusing herself.

As Sahiba walked away, Karan turned to Angad with a friendly smile. "So, Angad, how's everything going with the collection?"

"It's going great," Angad replied, trying to keep the conversation light. After a brief pause, he decided to dive into what was really on his mind. "I have to admit, Karan, I've been curious about your friendship with Sahiba. You two seem very close."

Karan chuckled, understanding the unspoken question. "We are close, but it's purely platonic. Sahiba and I have been friends since fashion school. We've always supported each other professionally and personally."

Angad felt a weight lift off his shoulders but wanted to be sure. "So, there's nothing more than friendship between you two?"

Karan shook his head, his expression sincere. "Absolutely nothing more. Sahiba's like a sister to me. We've always had a strong bond, but it's never crossed into anything romantic. She's an amazing person, and I have a lot of respect for her."

Relief washed over Angad, and he realized how foolish he had been to let jealousy cloud his judgment. "Thanks for clarifying that, Karan. I guess I was just... concerned."

Karan smiled understandingly. "I get it, Angad. She's an incredible person, and anyone would be lucky to have her in their life. But trust me, you have nothing to worry about from my end."

Angad nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Karan. "I appreciate that. And for what it's worth, I'm glad she's got such a good friend in you."

Karan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Angad, you seem pretty invested in Sahiba's life. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you might actually like her."

Angad felt his cheeks warm but tried to play it cool. "We're partners in this venture. Of course, I'm invested."

Karan laughed, giving Angad a friendly nudge. "Sure, sure. But just between us, there's no harm in admitting if there's something more. Sahiba's a catch, after all."

Angad's attempt to hide his embarrassment was futile. "I... Well, she's an amazing person. Anyone would be lucky to know her."

Karan's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Exactly. And maybe that someone could be you."

Just then, Sahiba returned, sensing the newfound ease between the two men. "Everything sorted?" she asked with a playful smile.

Angad and Karan exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Yeah, we were just getting to know each other better," Angad replied.

Sahiba raised an eyebrow, curious but pleased to see them getting along. "Good to hear. Now, how about we all take a look at the new designs?"

As they reviewed the latest creations, Angad felt a renewed sense of clarity and confidence. The conversation with Karan had not only put his mind at ease but also helped him realize the depth of his feelings for Sahiba. He knew that his jealousy had been misplaced, and he was determined to focus on their partnership and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Later that evening, as Karan left the studio, he gave Angad a reassuring nod. "Take care, Angad. And keep up the great work with Sahiba."

"Thanks, Karan. You too," Angad replied, genuinely grateful for the understanding.

As the door closed behind Karan, Sahiba turned to Angad, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, what did you two talk about?"

Angad smiled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "Just clearing the air. Karan's a good guy."

Sahiba nodded, sensing there was more to it but happy to see Angad at ease. "I'm glad to hear that."

As they resumed their work, Angad couldn't help but feel that their partnership had taken another step forward. With his mind clear and his heart open, he was ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that together, he and Sahiba could achieve anything.

I love your sahan . 

Keep writing 🥹💯

Originally posted by: Amanita09

CHAPTER 2- A spark of jealousy 

The partnership between the Brar and Monga families was officially underway. Angad and Sahiba, despite their constant arguments, were making significant progress. Their combined efforts were already beginning to show promising results.

One afternoon, as they were reviewing the final touches on their latest collection, Sahiba received a phone call. Her face lit up as she saw the caller ID.

"It's Karan," Sahiba said excitedly. "He's an old friend from fashion school. He's in town and wants to catch up."

Angad's eyebrows shot up. "Karan, huh? Didn't know you had such close friends."

Sahiba chuckled. "Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, Angad."

A few hours later, as Angad was wrapping up his work, he saw Sahiba leaving the studio, looking radiant in a stunning dress. She had clearly taken extra care with her appearance, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Angad.

"Going somewhere special?" Angad asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Just dinner with Karan," Sahiba replied nonchalantly. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Angad felt an unfamiliar twinge of jealousy. He tried to ignore it, but as the evening wore on, he found himself distracted, glancing at the clock every few minutes. Thoughts of Sahiba and Karan together nagged at him.

When Sahiba returned later that evening, she was in high spirits, recounting her evening with Karan. Angad listened, his feelings of jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

"...and then he told me about his latest project in Paris. Can you imagine? He's doing so well!" Sahiba exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Sounds like you had a great time," Angad said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"It was wonderful catching up with an old friend," Sahiba replied, her smile broadening.

Angad forced a smile. "That's nice."

As Sahiba continued talking about Karan, Angad's mind wandered. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest. The next day, Angad's mood hadn't improved. He was distracted and irritable, something that didn't go unnoticed by Sahiba.

"You're awfully quiet today, Angad," Sahiba remarked as they worked on a new design. "Is something bothering you?"

Angad shook his head. "No, just have a lot on my mind."

Sahiba gave him a skeptical look but decided not to press further. Instead, she tried to lighten the mood. "You know, Angad, if you keep frowning like that, you'll get wrinkles."

Angad managed a weak chuckle. "Thanks for the beauty tip, Sahiba."

Their nok-jhok continued, but there was an underlying tension that neither could ignore. Sahiba couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Angad's behavior seemed different.

A few days later, Karan dropped by the studio to see Sahiba. Angad watched from a distance as they chatted and laughed, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting back to them.

"Angad, can you help me with this design?" Sahiba called out, interrupting his thoughts.

"Sure," Angad replied, walking over. He couldn't help but notice the way Karan looked at Sahiba, and it irked him.

As they worked together, Angad's irritation grew. He couldn't stand the thought of Sahiba being so close to Karan, but he kept his feelings to himself, not wanting to reveal his jealousy.

After Karan left, Sahiba turned to Angad. "You were awfully quiet while Karan was here. Are you sure everything's okay?"

Angad nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just focused on the work."

Sahiba studied him for a moment, sensing there was more to it but decided to let it go. "Alright, if you say so."

As Angad watched Sahiba return to her work, he realized that his feelings for her were more complicated than he had admitted to himself. The spark of jealousy had ignited something deeper within him, something he wasn't ready to confront just yet. But for now, he would keep his emotions in check and focus on their partnership, even as his heart silently battled with the growing affection he felt for Sahiba.

The partnership between Angad and Sahiba continued to thrive, and their bond deepened as they worked together. However, the lingering jealousy Angad felt towards Karan occasionally surfaced, though he tried his best to hide it. It was a nagging feeling he couldn't quite shake, despite knowing it was irrational.

One afternoon, while Angad was at Brar Jewelers, he received a text message from Sahiba.

Sahiba: "Karan is visiting the studio today to see the new designs. Thought you should know. See you later!"

Angad felt a mix of emotions. He decided it was time to address his feelings and clear the air. He headed to the studio, determined to meet Karan properly and understand his relationship with Sahiba.

When Angad arrived, he found Karan and Sahiba engrossed in conversation, laughing and chatting easily. He approached them, trying to mask his apprehension with a polite smile.

"Hey, Karan, good to see you again," Angad greeted, extending his hand.

Karan shook his hand warmly. "Good to see you too, Angad. Sahiba's been telling me all about your amazing collaboration. The designs are fantastic!"

"Thanks," Angad replied, his tone more cordial than he felt.

Sahiba sensed the underlying tension and decided to give them a moment. "I need to check on a few things in the back. You two catch up," she said, excusing herself.

As Sahiba walked away, Karan turned to Angad with a friendly smile. "So, Angad, how's everything going with the collection?"

"It's going great," Angad replied, trying to keep the conversation light. After a brief pause, he decided to dive into what was really on his mind. "I have to admit, Karan, I've been curious about your friendship with Sahiba. You two seem very close."

Karan chuckled, understanding the unspoken question. "We are close, but it's purely platonic. Sahiba and I have been friends since fashion school. We've always supported each other professionally and personally."

Angad felt a weight lift off his shoulders but wanted to be sure. "So, there's nothing more than friendship between you two?"

Karan shook his head, his expression sincere. "Absolutely nothing more. Sahiba's like a sister to me. We've always had a strong bond, but it's never crossed into anything romantic. She's an amazing person, and I have a lot of respect for her."

Relief washed over Angad, and he realized how foolish he had been to let jealousy cloud his judgment. "Thanks for clarifying that, Karan. I guess I was just... concerned."

Karan smiled understandingly. "I get it, Angad. She's an incredible person, and anyone would be lucky to have her in their life. But trust me, you have nothing to worry about from my end."

Angad nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Karan. "I appreciate that. And for what it's worth, I'm glad she's got such a good friend in you."

Karan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Angad, you seem pretty invested in Sahiba's life. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you might actually like her."

Angad felt his cheeks warm but tried to play it cool. "We're partners in this venture. Of course, I'm invested."

Karan laughed, giving Angad a friendly nudge. "Sure, sure. But just between us, there's no harm in admitting if there's something more. Sahiba's a catch, after all."

Angad's attempt to hide his embarrassment was futile. "I... Well, she's an amazing person. Anyone would be lucky to know her."

Karan's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Exactly. And maybe that someone could be you."

Just then, Sahiba returned, sensing the newfound ease between the two men. "Everything sorted?" she asked with a playful smile.

Angad and Karan exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Yeah, we were just getting to know each other better," Angad replied.

Sahiba raised an eyebrow, curious but pleased to see them getting along. "Good to hear. Now, how about we all take a look at the new designs?"

As they reviewed the latest creations, Angad felt a renewed sense of clarity and confidence. The conversation with Karan had not only put his mind at ease but also helped him realize the depth of his feelings for Sahiba. He knew that his jealousy had been misplaced, and he was determined to focus on their partnership and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Later that evening, as Karan left the studio, he gave Angad a reassuring nod. "Take care, Angad. And keep up the great work with Sahiba."

"Thanks, Karan. You too," Angad replied, genuinely grateful for the understanding.

As the door closed behind Karan, Sahiba turned to Angad, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, what did you two talk about?"

Angad smiled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "Just clearing the air. Karan's a good guy."

Sahiba nodded, sensing there was more to it but happy to see Angad at ease. "I'm glad to hear that."

As they resumed their work, Angad couldn't help but feel that their partnership had taken another step forward. With his mind clear and his heart open, he was ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that together, he and Sahiba could achieve anything.

Jealous Angad 😂😂

Can't wait for the next chapter 

Chapter 3 : Family Bonds

As Angad and Sahiba delved deeper into their partnership, they found themselves drawn not only to each other's creative minds but also to the rich tapestry of their family histories. One evening, after a long day at the studio, Angad invited Sahiba to his family's home for dinner, eager to introduce her to his vibrant Punjabi household.

Sahiba hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves at the prospect of meeting Angad's family. However, she accepted his invitation, curious to learn more about the people who had shaped the man she had grown to admire.

Upon arriving at the sprawling Brar mansion, Sahiba was greeted with warmth and enthusiasm by Angad's extended family. From his jovial grandparents to his boisterous cousins, Sahiba was immediately enveloped in the lively atmosphere of the household.

Over a sumptuous dinner of homemade Punjabi delicacies, Angad and Sahiba found themselves immersed in conversation, swapping stories about their respective families and childhoods.

"So, Sahiba, tell us about your family," Angad's grandmother, fondly referred to as Daadiji, chimed in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Sahiba smiled, feeling a sense of comfort in sharing her story with Angad's family. "Well, my family is smaller compared to yours. It's just me, my parents, and my younger sister. We're close-knit and have always supported each other through thick and thin."

Angad's mother, seated beside Daadiji, nodded in understanding. "Family is everything, beta. It's what keeps us grounded and reminds us of who we are."

Angad glanced at Sahiba, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Speaking of family, Sahiba, I don't think I've ever heard you mention your childhood nicknames. Every Punjabi household has them."

Sahiba laughed, recalling the endearing nicknames her parents used to call her and her sister when they were young. "Well, my parents used to call me 'Soni' and my sister 'Chintu.' It's funny how those childhood nicknames stick with you, isn't it?"

Angad grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Absolutely. In our family, I'm known as 'Golu' because apparently, I was quite chubby as a baby."

Laughter erupted around the table as Angad's cousins teased him about his childhood moniker. Sahiba couldn't help but join in, feeling a sense of belonging in the midst of Angad's lively family.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Angad's grandfather, Daarji, cleared his throat, his expression serious yet affectionate. "Sahiba, we've heard so much about your family, but we'd love to hear more from you. What do your parents do?"

Sahiba's eyes lit up as she spoke about her parents' professions and their unwavering support for her dreams. She shared anecdotes from her childhood, painting a vivid picture of the love and warmth that permeated her family home.

Angad's grandmother, Daadiji, nodded approvingly. "Your parents sound like wonderful people, Sahiba. It's clear that they've instilled in you values of hard work and perseverance."

Sahiba smiled gratefully, touched by the genuine interest and warmth of Angad's family. "Thank you, Daadiji. I'm truly blessed to have them in my life."

As the evening drew to a close, Angad's grandfather, Daarji, raised his glass in a toast. "To family, both by blood and by heart. May our bonds grow stronger with each passing day."

The sentiment was met with heartfelt nods and smiles as Sahiba raised her glass, feeling grateful for the warmth and acceptance she had experienced in Angad's family home.

Later that night, as Angad walked Sahiba to her car, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. "Thank you for coming tonight, Sahiba. I'm glad you got to meet my family."

Sahiba smiled, her heart full. "Thank you for inviting me, Angad. Your family is wonderful, and I feel honored to be welcomed into your home." 

As they parted ways for the night, Angad couldn't resist a playful remark. "So, what do you think? Is my family as loud and chaotic as you expected?"

Sahiba chuckled, shaking her head. "They're even more lively than I imagined, but in the best possible way. I felt right at home amidst all the laughter and warmth."

Angad grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you're welcome to join us anytime. Just be prepared for endless rounds of teasing and maybe a spontaneous dance party or two."

Sahiba laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet night. "I'll keep that in mind. But next time, I might have to challenge you to a dance-off. I hear Punjabi weddings are quite the spectacle."

Angad's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh, you're on! But fair warning, I've been known to bust out some impressive bhangra moves."

The playful banter continued as they walked to Sahiba's car, their laughter mingling with the gentle breeze. As they bid each other goodnight, Sahiba couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected bond she had formed with Angad's family.

As she drove home, her mind buzzed with memories of the evening and the warmth of Angad's family. Despite the challenges they had faced and the uncertainties that lay ahead, Sahiba knew one thing for certain: with Angad by her side and their families supporting them every step of the way, they were ready to take on whatever the future held.

As they said their goodbyes, Angad and Sahiba shared a lingering glance, their bond strengthened not only by their wrok but their friendship. 

Chapter 4: Unexpected Revelations

As Sahiba and Angad poured their energies into their work, their partnership deepened, but so did the complexities of their emotions. The studio became a haven, a place where they could lose themselves in their creative pursuits and each other's company.

One evening, amidst the clutter of sketches and fabric swatches, Sahiba felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. There was something she needed to address, something she couldn't ignore any longer.

"Angad," she began tentatively, her voice breaking the comfortable silence, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Angad looked up from his designs, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "What is it, Sahiba? You seem troubled."

Sahiba hesitated, grappling with her words. "It's about us, about our partnership. I can't shake the feeling that there's something... more between us."

Angad's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. "More? What do you mean, Sahiba?"

Sahiba took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "I mean... I think there might be feelings developing between us. Romantic feelings."

The words hung in the air, heavy with implications. Sahiba held her breath, waiting for Angad's response, her heart pounding in her chest.

Angad's gaze softened, his features reflecting a myriad of emotions. "Sahiba, I... I never realized you felt that way. I value our partnership, our friendship, more than anything."

Sahiba's heart sank at his words, disappointment washing over her. She had hoped that Angad would share her feelings, but now it seemed that their connection was one-sided.

Before she could say anything else, Angad reached out and gently took her hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through her veins. "But perhaps... perhaps we owe it to ourselves to explore these feelings, to see where they lead."

Sahiba's eyes widened in surprise, hope flickering to life within her. "You... you mean it, Angad?"

Angad nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, Sahiba. Let's take this journey together, one step at a time."

In that moment, as they sat there, hand in hand, Sahiba knew that their partnership had evolved into something far beyond business. And as they embarked on this new chapter of their relationship, they were both filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation, eager to see where their unexpected connection would take them.

As Sahiba and Angad ventured into uncharted territory, their dynamic shifted, imbued with a newfound sense of curiosity and possibility. Each interaction was laced with a delicate balance of anticipation and uncertainty, yet beneath it all, there lingered an undercurrent of playful banter that served to ease the tension.

In the days that followed their candid conversation, Sahiba and Angad found themselves navigating the complexities of their evolving relationship with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Their interactions were punctuated by stolen glances and lingering touches, each imbued with an unspoken longing that neither dared to voice aloud.

One afternoon, as they worked side by side in the studio, Sahiba couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness gnawing at her. The air crackled with tension, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging heavy between them.

"Angad," Sahiba began, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over them, "do you ever feel like we're dancing around the elephant in the room?"

Angad looked up from his sketches, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "You mean the elephant named 'our unresolved feelings'?"

Sahiba chuckled, relieved by his lighthearted response. "Exactly. It's like we're tiptoeing around the obvious, pretending like everything's normal when it clearly isn't."

Angad nodded in agreement, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, they do say that elephants have a way of making their presence known. Perhaps it's time we address the elephant head-on."

Sahiba laughed, the tension easing from her shoulders. "You mean we should just dive right in and talk about our feelings?"

Angad shrugged nonchalantly, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed his playful façade. "Why not? Life's too short to tiptoe around the important stuff."

And so, with a mixture of trepidation and determination, Sahiba and Angad embarked on a candid conversation about their burgeoning feelings, their playful banter serving as a lifeline amidst the uncertainty.

But as they delved deeper into the complexities of their emotions, playful arguments began to emerge, each one a testament to the depth of their connection.

"You know, Sahiba," Angad teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "I always knew you had a soft spot for me."

Sahiba rolled her eyes, though a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Please, Angad. I have better taste than that."

Angad feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock indignation. "Ouch, Sahiba. That hurts. And here I thought we had something special."

Sahiba couldn't help but laugh at his antics, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had become so much more than just a business partner.

As their playful banter continued, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and familiarity. And as they navigated the uncharted waters of their newfound relationship, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by a love that had blossomed in the most unexpected of places. 

THE DAY OF THE FASHION SHOW  

 backstage of the grand fashion show was a whirlwind of activity, a symphony of bustling energy and last-minute preparations. Sahiba and Angad moved amidst the organized chaos, their hearts racing with anticipation as they put the final touches on their meticulously crafted collection.

Sahiba's fingers danced over the intricate embroidery of a flowing gown, her eyes alight with excitement and nerves. Months of tireless dedication and creative collaboration had led to this moment—the unveiling of their designs on the illustrious runway.

Angad stood nearby, his gaze focused as he inspected the sharp lines of a tailored suit. "This is it, Sahiba," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and determination. "Our chance to show the world what we're capable of."

Sahiba nodded, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. The air crackled with anticipation, a tangible sense of excitement building as the models lined up for their cues.

As the lights dimmed and the music swelled, Sahiba felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. The first model emerged onto the runway, her presence commanding as she showcased their designs with effortless grace.

With each passing look, Sahiba and Angad watched with bated breath, their hearts soaring with pride as their creations came to life under the bright lights of the stage. Every stitch, every detail, was a testament to their passion and dedication.

The audience erupted into applause with each new ensemble, the energy in the room electrifying as the models strutted down the catwalk with confidence and poise. Sahiba felt a swell of emotion wash over her as she watched her designs captivate the audience, their bold colors and innovative silhouettes capturing the essence of their vision.

As the final model took her last walk, the applause reached a crescendo, echoing through the venue like a thunderous roar. Sahiba and Angad shared a triumphant smile as they stepped onto the stage to take their bow, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and pride.

In that moment, amidst the glitz and glamour of the fashion world, Sahiba and Angad knew that they had achieved something truly special. Their journey was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a future filled with success and creative fulfillment.

The air crackled with tension as Sahiba and Angad stood on the balcony of their apartment, the city lights twinkling below like a sea of stars. The weight of their unspoken words hung heavy between them, a palpable barrier that neither dared to breach.

Sahiba's heart pounded in her chest as she stole a glance at Angad, his features softened by the gentle glow of the moonlight. She had longed for this moment, yearned to feel the warmth of his lips against hers, but fear held her back, a silent sentinel guarding the depths of her desires.

Angad turned to face her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Sahiba," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you."

Sahiba's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her heart racing with anticipation. "What is it, Angad?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Angad reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. "I love you, Sahiba," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "More than words can say."

Sahiba's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed into his eyes, her own filled with unspoken longing. "I love you too, Angad," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything in this world."

And in that moment, with the weight of their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air, Sahiba and Angad surrendered to the pull of their hearts. Leaning in, their lips met in a tender kiss, a collision of passion and longing that sent sparks flying.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world fading away until there was only the two of them, bound together by the unbreakable thread of love.

As they pulled away, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Sahiba felt a sense of peace wash over her—a knowing that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love for each other.

And as they stood on that balcony, wrapped in each other's arms, Sahiba and Angad knew that this was only the beginning of their journey—a journey filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.