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This is one of the books in the series: Destined To Be. (can be called a collection of books)
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"Is that... Is that Gayatri Bhabhi!?" Yashoda's voice quivered, her lips trembling as she peered out of the car window. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto the figures standing on the steps of Jagdish's house. "Veer, is that... Bhaiy... Jagdish Bhaiyya..." she stammered, each word catching in her throat, her breath hitching with a sob that threatened to break free.
As she struggled to comprehend the scene before her, the memories of the past twenty-eight years came rushing back, flooding her mind with emotions. The thought that her family might have come to see her after all these years seemed utterly surreal. She was almost certain her eyes were deceiving her. There was no way that her sister-in-law, Gayatri Bhabhi, could have forgiven her for the heartache she had caused, for the trust she had shattered into countless pieces. Hadn't those been Gayatri's final, scathing words when Yashoda had left the Trivedi household?
How could her brother, Akhilesh, have forgiven Veer? Akhilesh had once been so furious, he had threatened to kill Veer. And Jagdish Bhaiyya... how could he smile at her now, when she was the one who had brought tears to his eyes all those years ago?
Yet, as the car came to a halt, the impossible began to feel real. Desperation overtook her, and Yashoda flung the door open, stepping out to get a clearer view. Her heart pounded, a mix of hope and fear constricting her chest. Could it truly be happening? Were they really here, standing right in front of her?
But, it was all real.
Every one of them, the entire Trivedi family, was there. Yashoda was paralyzed by a tumult of emotions—she couldn't laugh, she couldn't cry, she could barely breathe. Her knees gave way beneath her, and just as she was about to collapse, a steadying hand reached out, holding her firmly.
"Yasho, be careful! Where are you looking?" a sweet, familiar voice chided gently.
She turned her head, tears streaming down her face, and saw her eldest brother, Jagdish Trivedi. His eyes were filled with the same love and care she remembered from her childhood.
"Nothing has changed in you, still so careless," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he helped her stand upright. Yashoda couldn't hold back any longer. She threw her arms around him, clutching him tightly as if afraid he might disappear.
"Bhaiyya!" she cried out, her voice breaking, hugging him as if every second in his embrace was a precious dream come true. She didn't want the moment to end. She had missed him so dearly, missed the warmth of his embrace, missed the bond they had shared. "Bhaiyya!" she kept chanting as if saying it enough times would make the moment last forever, reassuring herself of his presence.
"Oh, my lovely child, my Yasho."
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Jagdish Singh stepped out of his car, Nishita by his side, a warm smile spreading across his face as he witnessed a heartwarming scene unfold before him—his mother reuniting with her brother after so many years.
Every effort he had put in had been worth it. The long journey to Mathura with Chandrakant to meet the Trivedis and extend a wedding invitation wasn't just about tradition; it was about healing old wounds. Jagdish knew the depth of his mother's longing, the silent ache she carried for her brothers. Ignoring Veer Singh's stubborn pride, he had taken the bold step, understanding that this moment of pure joy for his mother was priceless. The Trivedis had been taken aback seeing a Singh cross their threshold, but for Jagdish, the stakes of familial pride paled in comparison to his mother's happiness.
Now, as he watched his lovely Maa, tears streaming down her face as she clung to her brother in a mix of joy and relief, Jagdish felt a deep sense of fulfillment wash over him. The long-standing feuds between the Trivedis and the Singhs melted away, rendered meaningless in the face of his mother's radiant joy. She deserved every bit of this happiness, and Jagdish was resolute in his determination to give it to her, always.
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A/N
Jagdish and his vows to be the ideal son. I don't think I could ever be such a good girl to my parents, rather I am the reason for their headache and high blood pressure, lol. I am the one who keeps fighting with them over petty things.
I have no clue who's my inspiration for Jagdish, he just randomly came to my mind... Like what if their's a kid who's ideal one. XD
Well, had to add an emotional song here, "Tu Kitni Achhi Hai" for Yashoda from Jagdish. Also, would like to dedicate to this song to my stubborn as hell Maa. Gosh, that lady is annoying but so fucking sweet, now I miss her, I should call her and fight!
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