Despite their vastly different worlds, fate throws Ishan and Shivangi together in an arranged marriage. It's a collision of two worlds - Ishan, with his star-studded cricket career and larger-than-life persona, and Shivangi, the grounded middle clas...
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Dreams. Dreams are the whispers of our soul, the flickers of hope that dance in the shadows of our waking mind. For indian girls, dreams often come wrapped in layers of tradition, duty, and expectation.
Dreams must be balanced delicately on the scales of family honor and societal norms, lest they tip too far in one direction and shatter against the hard ground of reality.
Born into families that worship Saraswati, the goddess of wisdom and knowledge, Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and abundance, and Parvati, the goddess of strength and devotion, the goddess of strength and determination,
Indian girls like Shivangi learn from a young age to nurture their dreams while respecting the values and traditions passed down through generations.
Shivangi Randhawa thanked her Mahadev for letting her live her dream. She thanks him every day for giving her a brother who believed in her and supported her ambitions, even when the world around them whispered words of doubt and discouragement.
Shivangi thanked Mahadev for sending her vahini, Aaradhya into her brother's life. Her vahini was a pillar of strength and encouragement, always there to lend a listening ear and offer sage advice when Shivangi needed it most.
And her Dhriti, her best friend, who never failed to lift her spirits with her infectious laughter and unwavering support. Dhriti was the one who reminded Shivangi to chase her dreams fearlessly, to reach for the stars even when the night seemed darkest.
Never has she taken her restaturant, her dream for granted. "Devi" was her sanctuary, her temple where she poured her heart and soul into every dish, infusing each recipe with a touch of her own magic.
Never did Shivangi ever forget the struggles she faced, the obstacles she had to overcome to turn her dream into a reality. It wasn't easy being a woman in a male-dominated industry, but Shivangi refused to let that stop her.
Devi was not a means to make money. It was a way for her to feed her passion, to share her love for food with the world, to reminisce the time when her papa used to show her his talent of cooking in the kitchen, teaching her the secret recipes that had been passed down through generations.
Anyone that comes to Devi, Shivangi makes sure they never leave with an empty stomach. Her heart swells with pride as she watches her customers take their first bite, their eyes lighting up with delight, their taste buds dancing with joy.
Each satisfied smile is a validation of her hard work, a reminder that dreams, no matter how daunting, are worth pursuing.
"Final guests gone, Shivangi didi, ab toh close karne do," Anu whines, her voice pulling Shivangi back from her thoughts. Anu, the youngest member of her kitchen team, always eager to learn but equally eager to finish her shift and head home. [Final guests gone, Shivangi didi, let us close now.]
