ARRANGED TO CRUSH.(complete)

The beginning

THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG AT BEGINNING AS WE MARATHI PEOPLE BELIEVE REMEBERING LORD GANEESHA AT BEGINNING AVOIDS PROBLEMS AND BRINGS LOT OF POSITIVE ENERGY ...(years but still this song never gets old)

The train to Dehradun rattled along its tracks, carrying with it the excitement of passengers with stories waiting to unfold. In the S4 compartment, the Dutt family settled into their seats.

"Seat numbers 46, 48, 49... here, Mumma!" Sahil exclaimed, guiding his parents to their spots. His face glowed with excitement. They had just boarded, and now, they were one day away from the proudest moment of their lives.

Ishani Sanjay Dutt, Sahil's elder sister, was about to step into her dream. She had completed her BA in Geography, joined the Indian Army at 20 and a half, and endured 14 months of rigorous training. Tomorrow, she would don her stars and take an oath to serve her country with unwavering dedication.

She wasn't just the pride of her family but also its pioneer—the first in the Dutt household to join the armed forces. Ishani had meticulously planned everything to ensure her family, unfamiliar with army traditions, would feel at ease when they arrived.

Her father, Sanjay Arjun Dutt, was a marketing manager at LG, her mother, Sulekha Sanjay Dutt, a primary school teacher, and her brother Sahil, a bright ninth grader brimming with energy. Sahil couldn't wait to reunite with his "Ishu Di" after so long.

In the same train, in the same compartment, another family shared similar excitement.

"Seats 50, 51, 52... and what's this? 47 is separate!" Mahi grumbled, scanning the seat chart with her grandmother.

Mahi and her family—her father, Sandeep Mishra, a retired army man, her homemaker mother Ketki, and her doting grandmother Ashwini—were en route to Mihir's passing-out parade. Mihir Sandeep Mishra, Mahi's elder brother, had also pursued a BA, but in Politics. Like Ishani, he had joined the army after turning 21, and the two had shared not just the same batch but years of intertwined journeys—same tuitions, same classes, and the same passion for their country.

As the train rolled forward, Sahil, seated on the lower berth, was momentarily distracted when a middle-aged man approached, looking for seat 47.

"Here, uncle," Sahil pointed out.

The man glanced at the seat but moved to a neighboring block, saying, "No problem."

Sahil watched him walk away. Something about the man seemed familiar, but his thoughts were interrupted by his mother calling him for dinner. As they ate and chatted, their conversation revolved around Ishani, their family's pride and joy.

Later that evening, as Sulekha retired early—her habit since childhood—Sahil and his father shifted to seat 47. The man returned, this time sitting down.

Noticing Sahil's gaze, the man smiled warmly and said, "Don't worry. I don't mind if you were sitting here."

"Thanks, uncle. Actually, I have the upper berth," Sahil replied.

"I figured as much," the man chuckled.

"Uncle, if you don't mind, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, young man."

"Do you live in Prabhu Nagar? I feel like I've seen you there before."

The man's eyes lit up. "I think I've seen you too! Do you have a sister?"

"Yes, I do."

"Ah, I knew it! I've seen you with her in the jogging park and on the nearby ground."

"Oh! I remember now. But I haven't been there lately, so I forgot about you."

"And why is that, if I may ask?"

"I used to go with my sister for her company, but she's been away for training for the past 14 months. Now, I go to the stadium to play basketball with friends."

"As in army training?" the man asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes," came the reply, but this time, it was from Sanjay, who had just returned from the washroom.

"Ah, that's wonderful! My son is in training too," the man shared.

"Papa, they're also from our area!" Sahil chimed in.

"Really? I'm Sanjay Dutt. And you are?"

"Sandeep Mishra," the man said, extending his hand.

And that was how the parents of two extraordinary young officers met, their destinies unknowingly tied by their children's shared dreams.

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hello reader ,this is my first story on wattpad.......but I am not gonna say it will be very good or bad as i believe your replies gonna tell me this.....this will be very simple story  no drama ,no ex, no cheating and any type of toxic shits.....but i will focus on real life problem .......and even in my future stories or in this no male lead will be playboy or any type of previously very active sexual person.(no one night stand).......short story  will be of something like 36 chapter(bhai ,'yeh rishta  kya kehlata hai' thodi na write kar na hai(serial lovers no offense))....avoid grammar and language mistake as my first language is marathi...    AND wait wait your are free to tell your mind ,twist ,guess about story as it will help me in writing and sometime i will like to give you surprise.

@Sam-aka-creations .......thanks as you are my first follower on wattpad and it's kinda motivate me to publish this story .....so you suggest me time and gap between updates .....

THIS IS VERY BORING CHAPTER I KNOW