Satt janman da vaada nahi
Eh janam taan sajna naam tere
Lok begaane ho gaye aa
Tere layi sareaam mere
Main na ae vatt ishqe de
Bullan naal seene ne
Ho... jinne saah ditte Rabb ne
Tere naal jeene ne
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:)
Esha's POV.
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As Ishaan took my hand in his and led me forward to meet his family, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling inside me. The warmth of his touch gave me a sense of security, but my mind was filled with questions about how his family would receive me.
I joined my hands and softly said, 'Namaste,' to his mother, father, and his twin sister,with whom I talked , Ishaana. The family greeted me with such warmth that for a moment, I forgot all my worries. His mother, with a kind smile, stepped forward and embraced me gently, making me feel like I had already become part of this family.
"Arre, beta, aise door mat raho. Tum toh hamari apni ho ab," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the dining table. The aroma of home-cooked food filled the air, and the sight of the carefully prepared dishes brought an unexpected lump to my throat. This was what a family meal should feel like – love, care, and warmth surrounding every bite.
His mother lovingly served food on my plate, putting each spoonful with care. "Tumhare liye banaya hai, accha lage toh batana,"she said, her voice filled with affection. As I took the first bite, she smiled at me and said, "Beta, tumhe khilana toh mere haathon se hi banega."
She picked up a piece of roti, dipped it into the curry, and fed me with her own hands. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over as memories from my past flashed before me. The love and care this family showed me... it was overwhelming.
In all my life, I had never received this kind of affection from my own family. The love I craved from my parents was something I was getting from these people. But they weren’t strangers anymore. No, they had made me a part of their family now... my family.
As I tried to compose myself, I felt something warm touch my left hand under the table. I flinched slightly and glanced down to see Ishaan’s hand holding mine, his thumb gently drawing circles on my palm. Startled, I tried to pull my hand back, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go. A blush crept up my cheeks, and I looked at him, only to find him smiling mischievously, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction.
"Kya kar rahe ho?" I whispered, embarrassed by the sudden intimacy in front of his family.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered back, "Meri future biwi ho tum, ab toh haq banta hai."
Ishaana, noticing my discomfort, grinned and teased, "Arre bhai, itna pyaar lunch table par? Wait till later!"
I blushed even harder while Ishaan just winked at me.
Lunch continued with more playful banter between the brother sister duo. Ishaan kept sneaking glances at me, his hand never leaving mine under the table. Every touch sent warmth through my entire body. The funny exchanges between Ishaana and Ishaan made the environment light, filled with laughter and teasing. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly at peace.
After lunch, Ishaana grabbed my hand. "Chalo, Esha, let me show you around. Or tumhe apna room bhi dikhati hoo."
We climbed the stairs, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautifully the house was designed. Every corner of it felt like a piece of someone’s heart.
When Ishaana opened the door to her room, my mouth dropped open. It was enormous! The room had a calming color palette with some pink additions that made it feel cozy yet elegant. A perfect blend of masculine and feminine. I spotted some childhood pictures framed on the wall. Ishaan's mischievous smile in every single one of them made me giggle.
"This one is my favorite," Ishaana said, pointing to a photo where Ishaan, probably around five, was sitting in the mud wearing nothing but his underwear, crying his eyes out.
I couldn’t stop laughing. 'Oh my God, he was so cute!'
Ishaana laughed with me, and I felt the bubbling emotions inside me rise. These were the happy moments I never had growing up. My brother Arjun and I were never this carefree. Our childhood was filled with our parents’ constant fighting. They argued over the smallest things—money, power, control. Arjun was smart enough to escape by moving to Dubai, but I… I was still trapped in that toxic environment.
A part of me wished I could turn back time and live in a world where love, laughter, and warmth existed.
'Esha… Are you listening?' Ishaana's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I nodded and smiled at her, but then my eyes caught sight of another picture on the wall—a young Ishaan, with the cake smudged all over on his face while small girls were surrounding him.I burst into laughter.
'Haye, main marjaavan… Inki toh hasi bhi haseen lagti hai,' a voice came from the doorway.
Ishaana and I turned to see Ishaan standing there, leaning against the doorframe, watching us with an amused expression.
"Aap hi has Rahi hai" ishaana said while laughing loudly.
'Essi konsi cheej par has Rahi ho, Esha?' he asked, his tone mock-serious.
Before I could reply, Ishaana held up the picture. 'Dekho toh zara!’
Ishaan’s eyes widened as he saw what we were laughing at. He marched toward us and snatched the picture out of Ishaana’s hand.
"This is mine! Where did you even get this?"he asked, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"From Mumma’s room, duh!" Ishaana replied with a nonchalant shrug.
Ishaan sighed but turned to me, his sulking expression melting into a soft smile. He reached for my hand and pulled me close. "Ab main apni hone waali biwi ko apna room dikhana chahta hoon," he said, with a wink, dragging me out of the room despite Ishaana’s protests.
As he led me down the hall, I stopped abruptly and tightened my grip on his hand. He slowed down, turning to look at me, his brows furrowing in concern. I smiled, playfully slapping his chest.
Suddenly, he stopped, pulled me toward him so quickly that my back hit the wall behind me. He stood inches from me, his breath warm on my face. The space between us seemed to shrink with each passing second. His thumb gently brushed my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.
Trapped between his arms, my hands instinctively clutched his shirt at the sides, bracing myself for what came next.
Our faces were so close… our breaths mingling… and in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
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