Song suggestion: Darmiyaan
बेनाम रिश्ता वो
बेचैन करता जो
हो ना सके जो बयां
दरमियाँ
कुछ तो था तेरे मेरे
दरमियाँ
---𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘---
Just then, Meera and Mehak arrived at the gate.
And the car door shut softly.
Aarth had already slid into the driver’s seat.
He leaned slightly toward the passenger side, arranging a few files and his phone, unaware of the world moving past him.
Meera walked by.
So close.
Yet unaware.
She didn’t look at the car. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t feel the urge to.
She walked straight toward her Dadi, who stood near the veranda, her eyes still fixed on the vehicle.
“Dadi… woh kaun tha?” Meera asked quietly, adjusting Mehak’s bag on her shoulder.
(Dadi… who was that?)
Her Dadi smiled faintly.
“Aarth tha, beta,” she said softly.
“Jiju?” Mehak asked, shocked.
(Brother-in-law?)
Meera froze.
Her steps halted for a second too long.
Aarth.
So that was him.
She turned her head slightly, instinctively, but the car had already started moving.
Just the back of it now. Disappearing.
She exhaled. Strange.
She had just walked past the man she was going to marry.
She sighed. No curiosity strong enough to pull her back.
Maybe her heart had decided to stop reacting altogether.
Her thoughts drifted to the envelope Neeta ji had handed her earlier. The photo inside. She hadn’t looked yet. Hadn’t dared to.
But now, something stirred.
I need to see this.
I need to know who he is.
She took a breath and walked inside.
Inside, Neeta ji’s voice filled the living room, warm and assured.
“Samdhi, Samdhan ji… Please don’t worry at all.” she said with a light laugh.
"This is what we have planned" she said showing them the wedding file.
Her laughter echoed gently. Comforting. Unfamiliar.
Meera’s parents exchanged a glance, visibly relieved.
“Ji… bas sab achhe se ho jaye,” her father said politely.
(Yes… we just want everything to go smoothly.)
“Don’t worry. We’re family now.,” Neeta ji replied.
Family.
The word lingered.
Meera lowered her gaze, her fingers intertwining unconsciously.
She still felt like a bystander in her own life.
She stood a little distance away, listening quietly.
“Woh dekhiye, Meera aa gayi,” her father said.
(Look, Meera is here.)
Neeta ji turned and smiled warmly.
“Hello beta… aur hi Mehak.”
Meera’s heart fluttered at her kindness.
Mehak, ever enthusiastic, spoke up.
“Aunty… we saw Jiju.”
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𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆✨️🦢🌷🪞
Romansa➴➵➶𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖🪞 A spirited and determined woman, Meera Malhotra has spent years trying to escape the shadows of her family. Despite her reserved exterior and the grumpiness shaped by family pressures, her heart yearns for genuine co...
