Neil Birla's soul never found peace in the face of his untimely death. His soul wandered in his house till the years. He saw everything that was happening to his daughter and his wife and he wanted one last chance to make everything right. will they...
The Goenka household was abuzz with excitement as the family prepared for the tilak ceremony of their youngest member, Dr. Aarohi Goenka. The opulent decorations sparkled in the light, a testament to the family's eagerness to celebrate this joyous occasion.
Kairav and Akhilesh were engrossed in supervising the decorators, ensuring every detail was perfect. Meanwhile, Suwarna and Vansh were busy overseeing the culinary preparations, their senses tantalized by the aromas wafting from the kitchen. Suhasni, ever the meticulous matriarch, flitted about, verifying that the puja samagris were arranged with precision.
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Amidst the chaos, two members of the family stood out for their somber demeanor: Manish Goenka and Akshara. Manish's discontent stemmed from his reservations about Aarohi's impending marriage to Neil, the brother of the same person his favroite granddaughter was divorcing. The irony was not lost on him.
Akshara, on the other hand, harbored doubts about Aarohi's true feelings for Neil. She suspected that Aarohi was more enamored with the Birla surname than with Neil himself. Akshara's eyes narrowed as she searched for clues to unravel the mystery, determined to prevent a union that might ultimately lead to heartache.
As Aarohi stood before the mirror, her friends buzzing around her like a flurry of butterflies, she felt her mother's presence envelop her. The exquisite engagement dress, a delicate blend of silk and chiffon, shimmered in the light, its intricate embroidery a testament to the love and craftsmanship that had gone into its creation.
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Aarohi's eyes misted as memories flooded her mind. She remembered the countless hours she had spent listening to her mother's stories, the way her eyes would sparkle as she spoke of her own tilak ceremony, and the love that had radiated from her very being.
With trembling hands, Aarohi reached for the photograph of her mother wearing the same dress and her father. The image was faded, but the smile on her mother and father's face remained radiant, a beacon of joy that seemed to transcend time and space.
"Mumma papa, aaj main bahut khush hoon," Aarohi whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so happy, but I wish you were here to share this moment with me. I wish you could see me wearing your dress, feeling like a princess, just like you did on your engagement day with."
Tears streamed down Aarohi's face as she gazed at the photograph, her heart aching with a mix of joy and sorrow. Preeti, her friend, gently dabbed at her tears with a tissue, her own eyes welling up with empathy.
"Please, yaar Aaru, don't cry now!" Preeti whispered, her voice trembling. "It took me half an hour to finish your makeup, and I don't want it to get ruined!"
Aarohi's friends laughed, a gentle, soothing sound that seemed to calm the storm brewing inside her. Aarohi smiled, a faint, wobbly smile, and her friends enveloped her in a warm, comforting hug.
For a moment, the sorrow and longing seemed to recede, replaced by a sense of love and connection that seemed to transcend even death itself. Aarohi felt her mother and father's presence around her, a gentle, guiding force that seemed to whisper, "I'm with you, beta. Always."
On the other side of town, the Birla clan was buzzing with excitement as they prepared for the tilak ceremony of their youngest son, Neil Birla. The air was electric with anticipation, and every member of the family was dressed to impress.
Neil's happiness was palpable, his face radiating a joy that had been absent for six long years. He had barely slept the night before, his mind racing with thoughts of Aarohi and the life they would build together.
Abhimanyu, however, was still grappling with doubts about the wedding. Akshara's accusations against Aarohi had left a nagging sense of unease in his mind. But as he looked at Neil's beaming face, he pushed his doubts aside and joined his cousins and Neil in a lively dance.
The music was infectious, and soon the entire Birla clan was dancing together, their laughter and cheers filling the air. Neil spun around, his eyes shining with happiness, as his family members showered him with love and blessings.
In this moment, all doubts and fears seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of joy and celebration. The Birla clan was ready to welcome Aarohi into their fold, and Neil was ready to start his new life with the woman he loved.
"I apologize for the late and brief update. I've been extremely busy with my exam preparations, and between coaching and studying, I barely have any spare time. To make matters more challenging, I'm currently writing three books simultaneously. I'll try to update more frequently." 💗💗
