Purvi comes down and sees Prakshi and Anjali almost ready with the aarti preparations.
Aare Purvi...kaha thi...kabse dhoondh rahi thi tujhe...Aur Virandar kaha hai...aarti ka samay ho raha hai...
Haan maa...wo aa rahe honge...yahi honge kahin...
While Anjali sees Virendra coming down from the stairs, she sees Purvi and says...
Kya baat hai Mukhiyani...aap bhi upper se utari...Jethji bhi uper se utare...kuch kaam tha upper kya...
And she winked while saying this. Purvi looked at Virendra's direction and lowered her head and was a bit embarrassed.
Nahi Anjali bhabhi..aisa kuch nahi tha...hum aate hai...wo...phool...hum aa rahe...
Anjali...kya zaroorat thi bechari ko chidhane ki...
Maa...main toh mazak kar rahi thi...
Chal jaa Bhaiji aur Yogi ko bula laa...aur bacchon ko dekh kaha hai
Ji maa...
Purvi goes to kitchen.
Ye Mukhiji bhi naa...kya zaroorat thi ussi waqt neeche utarne ki...kham kha Anjali Bhabhi maze lene lagi..
Ke akele akele badbada rahi se...
Puvri sees Virendra standing near the kitchen entrance. She looks at him annoyingly and turns to collect flowers. He moves towards her direction.
Yo...gende ke phool rakh liye...
Haan wo rakhe hai...
Aur wo chameli wale...
Haan uske bagal mein...
Raat rani ki mala...
Ussi pe rakhi hai...
Aur laal gulaab...
Ye raha....and she turns back when she directly faces Virendra.
Yo raha tera laal gulaab...
And he hands her a red rose. Purvi takes that and tries to keep it away when Virendra takes that back. He takes the flower and tucks it in Purvi's hair.
They both smile seeing each other when Prakashi Maa calls.
Purvi...
Maa
Haan bahar hai...
Bula rahi hai..
Haan...
Bula rahi hai Mukhiji...
Hein...Haan...aaya....and Virendra moves faster from the kitchen. Purvi giggles a bit and touches her hair and the rose tucked.
Soon the whole Singh Pariwaar was gathered together and the aarti was going on. The sounds of bells, shankhs and the smell of sacred doob and hawan was filled in the haveli.
Virendra and Purvi also took blessings together for their new phase of life.
Aare sab yahi bethenge kya...chalo jaa Baba..patakhe jalate hai chalke...
Haan haan..chalo...
Everyone goes out to burn crackers. Purvi was with Juhi and Manas while Jogi and Virendra were busy bursting bombs and rockets.
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