Sidvi FF: Chocolate (continued) - Page 3

Part 12 — Sweet Bonds, Bitter Shadows

Scene 1 — Morning at Pande Mansion

The mansion bustled with post-wedding rituals. Siddhi walked through the hall, offering prasad after her pehli rasoi. Every family member smiled warmly, accepting their gesture.

Geetanjali Devi held her hand affectionately.
Geetanjali Devi (blessing her):
“Your presence feels like Goddess Lakshmi has stepped into this house, beta. May you and Vinayak always walk in harmony.”

Vinayak stood nearby, pride in his eyes as he watched his bride receive blessings. For once, the storm within him seemed to ease.

But across the room, Maya’s smile was hollow.

Scene 2 — Vinayak & Siddhi’s Bond

Later in the day, Vinayak pulled Siddhi aside to the garden, away from the crowd. The air smelled of roses and marigolds, their petals scattered from the rituals.

Vinayak (softly teasing):
“So, Mrs. Pande, your kheer has officially won the Pandes’ hearts. But you forgot one thing.”

Siddhi blinked, puzzled.
Siddhi:
“What did I forget?”

Vinayak (pretending to sulk):
“You didn’t save any for me.”

Siddhi chuckled softly, lowering her gaze.
Siddhi (playful):
“If I had, you’d say I’m giving you special treatment. But don’t worry… I’ll make something even better, only for you.”

Vinayak’s heart swelled. He leaned closer, whispering,
Vinayak (tender):
“Siddhi, you don’t need to prove anything. The way you stand by me, the way you care — that’s more precious than any sweet.”

Her eyes glistened, and for the first time, she let herself smile freely, without hesitation.

Scene 3 — Maya’s First Move

That evening, as Siddhi arranged flowers in the living room, Maya entered quietly.

Maya (calm, almost kind):
“Siddhi… you’ve done well. Everyone seems happy with you. Vinayak too.”

Siddhi turned, cautious but polite.
Siddhi:
“Thank you, Maya ji. I only wish to do my duties sincerely.”

Maya’s lips curved, but her tone carried a subtle sting.
Maya:
“Duties… yes. But marriage isn’t just about duties, Siddhi. It’s about understanding his silences, his memories… even the ones that belong to someone else.”

Siddhi froze, her hand tightening around the flowers. Maya’s words slipped like venom.

Maya (soft laugh):
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. I only wanted to remind you — Vinayak has loved before. Sometimes the heart… never forgets its first choice.”

Before Siddhi could reply, Maya walked away gracefully, leaving behind a trail of doubt.

Scene 4 — Siddhi’s Unease

That night, Siddhi sat by her dressing table, staring at her reflection. The sindoor and mangalsutra glistened — yet Maya’s words echoed in her ears.

Vinayak entered, noticing her silence.
Vinayak (concerned):
“Siddhi, are you alright?”

She forced a smile.
Siddhi (softly):
“Yes, just tired.”

Vinayak studied her, sensing the hidden storm, but chose not to press further. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Vinayak:
“Whatever it is, don’t carry it alone. I’m with you — always.”

Her heart wavered between trust and doubt.

Scene 5 — Reema’s Determination

Meanwhile, at Narayan House, Reema sat on her bed, restless. The memory of Sandhya’s promise to Maya — about alimony and divorce — burned in her mind.

Reema (to herself):
“No, I can’t stay silent. Didi has to know the truth. Maya and Aunty aren’t what they seem. I have to meet her.”

She picked up her phone to call Siddhi, but paused, realizing Indu was in the next room. With a sigh, she set it down.

Reema (determined, whispering):
“I’ll go to Pande Mansion myself. Somehow, I’ll find a way to tell her.”

Her young heart carried a courage far beyond her years.

Part 24 — Whispers of Truth

Scene 1 — Reema’s Visit

The next morning, while the Pande mansion was abuzz with preparations for a family lunch, Reema slipped in quietly, carrying a nervous determination on her face. She found Siddhi in the kitchen, supervising the staff.

Reema (urgent whisper):
“Didi, I need to talk to you. Alone.”

Siddhi sensed the fear in her sister’s voice. She excused herself and led Reema into her room.

Siddhi (concerned):
“What happened, Reema? Why do you look so worried?”

Reema clutched Siddhi’s hands.
Reema (anxious):
“I heard something the night of your engagement… Sandhya aunty and Maya. Aunty said once their family is stable, Vinayak bhaiya will divorce you. They’ll give you a huge alimony and then make Maya their bahu. Didi, they’re using you!”

Siddhi froze, her breath caught. Her heart twisted in pain — not because of the scheme, but because her trust in Vinayak was at stake. She gently placed her hand on Reema’s cheek.

Siddhi (calm, steady):
“Thank you, Reema. You did the right thing by telling me. But promise me one thing — you will not speak of this to anyone else.”

Reema blinked in shock.
Reema:
“Didi, but… why? Shouldn’t you tell Vinayak bhaiya?”

Siddhi (with quiet strength):
“Not yet. Sometimes, truth needs the right time to come out. If I raise my voice now, they will call it insecurity or weakness. I will wait… and when the moment comes, they themselves will admit their intentions.”

Reema hugged her tightly, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Scene 2 — Siddhi’s Mask

Later, during lunch preparations, Siddhi moved about with grace — arranging dishes, serving elders, smiling as if her heart was untouched.

Sandhya watched her carefully, searching for signs of doubt or resistance. But Siddhi’s composure was flawless.

Sandhya (to herself):
“She has no idea. Good. The plan must stay hidden until the time is right.”

Across the hall, Maya smirked faintly, her eyes gleaming with unspoken triumph.

But little did they know, Siddhi was quietly building her strength for the right strike.

Scene 3 — Siddhi and Vinayak

That evening, Vinayak found Siddhi sitting by the balcony, the moonlight falling softly on her face.

Vinayak (gently):
“You’ve been quiet since morning. Are you alright?”

Siddhi turned to him with a small smile, hiding the storm within.
Siddhi:
“I’m fine, Vinayak ji. Just… thinking about how quickly life has changed.”

Vinayak reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.
Vinayak (warmly):
“I know it hasn’t been easy for you, Siddhi. But trust me… I’ll never let you feel alone. Not in this house, not in this life.”

Her heart ached at his sincerity. She wanted to believe every word, yet Sandhya’s voice echoed in her mind.

Siddhi (to herself, silently):
“If your love is true, Vinayak ji, it will withstand the truth when it comes out.”

Scene 4 — The Foreshadowing

As night fell, Siddhi stood by her window, watching the flicker of diyas in the courtyard.

Siddhi (inner resolve):
“They think I am naive. They think they can trade me like a sweet, used and discarded when their hunger ends. No. I will not shout, I will not fight recklessly. I will wait. And when the right moment comes… I will show them who Siddhi truly is.”

The moon glowed brighter, as if blessing her silent strength.

Part 13 – Festival of Masks

Scene 1 – The Grand Preparations

The Pande mansion buzzed with life. Bright marigold garlands adorned the pillars, diyas lined the corridors, and the sound of dhol echoed through the courtyard. It was Navratri — the festival of strength, devotion, and the Goddess herself.

Geetanjali Devi supervised the decorations with a glowing smile.
Geetanjali Devi (content):
“This year’s puja will be special. With Siddhi as our bahu, Ma Durga herself will bless this house.”

Siddhi bent respectfully to touch her feet.
Siddhi (softly):
“Daadi ji, it is your blessings that keep me strong.”

Sandhya stood nearby, her smile polite but her thoughts tangled. She forced herself to nod in agreement, while Maya lingered in the corner, eyes sharp, watching everything like a predator.

Scene 2 – Society’s Arrival

Guests from the neighborhood began arriving. Some whispered in corners.

Lady 1 (whispering):
“Imagine… the Pandes, such a powerful family, making a sweet-maker their bahu.”

Lady 2 (snidely):
“Dark complexion or not, her sweets seem to have bought her this marriage.”

Before Siddhi could react, Vinayak overheard. He stepped forward, his voice steady but cutting.
Vinayak (coldly):
“Be careful with your words. Siddhi isn’t just this family’s bahu. She is its pride. Insult her once more, and you insult me.”

The guests fell silent, embarrassed. Siddhi’s eyes filled with quiet gratitude as she looked at Vinayak.

Scene 3 – The Secret Tensions

Meanwhile, Reema hovered near the mandap, her heart restless. She recalled Sandhya and Maya’s secret conversation. She had tried to warn Siddhi, but Siddhi had stopped her.

Reema (to herself):
“I don’t know what Didi is planning… but I can’t let anyone hurt her. Not even Vinayak’s mother.”

She clenched her fists, determined to protect Siddhi in her own way if needed.

Maya, meanwhile, watched Vinayak and Siddhi together with growing bitterness. Her father’s words replayed in her head — “Forget him. Their family is finished.” But her heart screamed otherwise.

Maya (to herself):
“No, Siddhi. You can smile all you want, but this place should have been mine. I will not let you win so easily.”

Scene 4 – The Aarti

As the evening aarti began, Siddhi stood beside Vinayak, their hands clasped around the thali. The flames flickered, illuminating their faces.

Sandhya glanced at them, her smile calm on the surface.
Sandhya (to herself):
“Play your role well, Siddhi. For now, you may be needed. But remember — this family can never truly be yours.”

Siddhi, sensing her gaze, lifted her chin slightly and whispered a silent prayer to Ma Durga.
Siddhi (inwardly):
“Give me the strength to wait, to endure, and to strike at the right moment. I will not let deceit win.”

Scene 5 – Foreshadowing of the Storm

Later that night, after the guests left, Maya slipped into the courtyard, where the embers of the havan still glowed. She picked up a handful of sindoor from the thali, letting it slip slowly through her fingers.

Maya (whispering to herself):
“Siddhi may wear the title of Vinayak’s bride, but deep inside… I will always be his first love. One day, he will return to me.”

Unseen, Reema stood in the shadows, her fists tightening.

Reema (silent vow):
“No, Maya. Not this time. Siddhi Didi is stronger than you think. And when the truth comes out, you will be the one left alone.”

The temple bells rang in the distance, as if announcing that the war of truth and deception had only just begun.

Part 14 – A Hidden Opportunity

Vinayak’s Restlessness

Late at night, after the Navratri celebrations ended, Vinayak sat alone in his study. The echoes of laughter from the family still rang in the background, but his mind was elsewhere.

He rested his head in his hands.

Vinayak (inwardly, frustrated):
“How long can I keep pretending before Siddhi? I speak to her of love, of promises, but inside… my heart feels restless. She deserves the truth — but if she hears it now, everything will shatter. No… I must stay strong. For her. For this family.”

He stood up and walked to the window, staring at the moonlight falling across the garden. His thoughts churned.

Vinayak (inwardly):
“I can’t let her feel the weight of our losses. She already shoulders so much. I have to find a way to make her shine, to let the world see her worth… and in that, our salvation will lie.”

A Flicker of Hope

The next morning, as Vinayak skimmed through the newspaper, a headline caught his eye:

“National Cookery Championship – Auditions Open. Winners to receive international recognition, brand endorsements, and business contracts.”

Vinayak’s eyes widened. He read the details twice, his pulse quickening.

Vinayak (with sudden clarity):
“Yes… This is the best opportunity. Siddhi’s sweets can conquer any heart. If she wins this, the world will know her talent. Orders will pour in, contracts will follow… our debts will finally be cleared. The company can breathe again.”

He pressed the paper to his chest, almost as if it carried divine intervention.

Vinayak (determined):
“This isn’t just about business. This is about giving Siddhi her rightful place in the world. She will no longer be the girl people mocked for her color. She will be Siddhi Pande — the name everyone admires.”

Vinayak’s Decision

Later, at the breakfast table, Siddhi quietly served everyone. She tried to hide her nerves beneath her smile, but Vinayak noticed the faint shadows under her eyes.

Vinayak (thinking as he watched her):
“She sacrifices her peace for everyone. And what do I give her in return? Empty reassurances. No… this time, I’ll give her something real.”

After breakfast, he called Siddhi aside into the veranda.

Vinayak (excited but controlled):
“Siddhi… I read something today. A competition — not just any competition, but a national cookery championship. The winners are promised international projects, sponsorships, and immense recognition.”

Siddhi blinked, unsure.
Siddhi (hesitant):
“But… me? In such a grand contest? I’m just a simple sweet-maker, Vinayak ji.”

Vinayak shook his head firmly.
Vinayak (encouraging):
“No, Siddhi. You’re more than that. Your talent isn’t small. It deserves a stage like this. Remember Singapore? You proved then that no sabotage, no challenge can defeat you. This time, you won’t just prove it to me — you’ll prove it to the world.”

Siddhi’s lips parted, her eyes filling with wonder and fear at once.

Siddhi (softly):
“You… you really think I can do it?”

Vinayak smiled, his eyes warm.
Vinayak (with conviction):
“I don’t just think it, Siddhi. I believe it with all my heart. And I will be with you every step of the way.”

A Shadow Overheard

Unbeknownst to them, Maya stood at the corridor’s edge, her fingers tightening into fists. She had overheard Vinayak’s words.

Maya (to herself, bitter):

“So this is his grand plan… to make Siddhi a star, to make her shine in front of the world. No, Siddhi. You may have won this round, but you won’t win forever. If you step onto that stage, I’ll make sure you stumble.”

She walked away silently, her eyes gleaming with renewed determination.

Sandhya’s Approval

Vinayak sat with the newspaper open, showing the details of the National Cookery Championship to Sandhya and Geetanjali Devi.

Vinayak (earnest):
“Ma, Mataji, this competition is Siddhi’s chance. If she wins, her name will spread across the country. Orders will flow in, and the money will help us pay off our debts sooner. We can bring the company back to normal.”

Geetanjali Devi’s eyes softened with pride.
Geetanjali Devi:
“God has sent this path for us. Siddhi is blessed. She must go.”

All eyes turned to Sandhya. For a long moment, she stayed silent, her face thoughtful. Then she nodded slowly.

Sandhya (measured, yet supportive):
“You’re right, Vinayak. The earlier, the better. Every day we waste, the lenders grow stronger. If Siddhi’s talent can save us, then we must push her forward. And this way… she will also gain society's respect. People should know she is no ordinary girl.”

Vinayak’s eyes gleamed with relief.

Scene 2 – Maya’s Silence

Maya stood quietly in the corner, listening. For once, she did not protest.

Maya (inwardly, forcing calm):
“I can’t afford another mistake. After being exposed in Singapore, I cannot risk losing Vinayak’s trust again. For now, I must stay in everyone’s good books — in Sandhya’s, in Vinayak’s. If I play wisely, my time will come.”

She plastered a faint smile on her face.
Maya (aloud):
“Siddhi deserves this chance. I’ll support her too.”

Siddhi glanced at Maya, surprised at her sudden softness, but said nothing.

A Reunion with Khushi

Later that afternoon, at the sweet shop, Siddhi’s eyes widened in delight when she saw a familiar face walking in with Arnav.

Siddhi (excited):
“Khushi! Oh my God, it’s really you!”

Khushi ran forward, hugging her tightly.
Khushi (teasing with affection):
“Yes, it’s me! The same Khushi you ditched on her wedding day.”

Siddhi pouted playfully.
Siddhi:
“And what about you? You missed my marriage, too! We are even.”

Both laughed, their embrace carrying the weight of years of friendship.

Arnav smiled as he watched them, then bowed politely.
Arnav:
“Siddhi ji, I’ve heard so much about you from Khushi. It feels like I already know you.”

Siddhi smiled warmly.
Siddhi:
“And I’ve heard about you, too — the man who stole Khushi’s heart and built a world with her. Congratulations to both of you.”

Khushi beamed and slipped her arm around Arnav’s.
Khushi:
“Life has been busy… but I always prayed for your happiness, Siddhi. And look at you now, a bride in such a big family. I couldn’t be prouder.”

Siddhi’s eyes softened.
Siddhi (grateful):
“Your prayers mean the world, Khushi. And maybe… your timing is perfect. I need my friend now more than ever.”

The two friends clasped hands, silently promising that no matter how much life changed, their bond would remain untouched.

Quiet Resolve

That evening, as preparations for the competition began, Siddhi sat in her room polishing her recipes, her mind torn between nerves and excitement.

Siddhi (to herself):
“God, give me strength. This is not just my dream anymore — it is my family’s survival, Vinayak’s trust, Ma’s hope. I cannot fail.”

Outside, Vinayak watched her through the half-open door, his chest swelling with pride.

Vinayak (inwardly):
“She doesn’t even realize how much she means to all of us. To me. This competition will show her the mirror of her own greatness.”

He stepped away quietly, a determined smile on his face.

The Audition - The Championship Venue

The auditorium in Delhi buzzed with activity. Chefs from across the country, clad in crisp whites, carried baskets of exotic ingredients. Camera crews and journalists jostled for the best shots. The banner above read:

“National Cookery Championship – Audition Round.”

Siddhi clutched her recipe file nervously, her palms moist. Vinayak walked beside her, steady and reassuring.

Vinayak (softly):
“Don’t look at the crowd. Look only at your counter. Once you start cooking, the world will fade away.”

Khushi arrived with Arnav, carrying an encouraging smile.
Khushi (gripping Siddhi’s hands):
“You’ve always been the best, Siddhi. Remember college fests? Even then, your sweets were the first to sell out. These judges are no different from those hungry students.”

Siddhi laughed faintly, tension easing a little.

Inside the Kitchen Arena

The participants took their places at long counters. The head judge, Chef Anand Mehra, addressed them.

Chef Anand (firm):
“You have 90 minutes to prepare a dish that reflects your identity. Not just taste — we will judge presentation, creativity, and heart.”

The bell rang. A flurry of knives and pans filled the hall.

Siddhi unpacked her ingredients — cocoa, almonds, jaggery, cardamom — all simple, homely things compared to the exotic cheeses and imported berries around her.

Whispers rose.

Contestant 1 (smirking):
“She’s going to make village sweets? In a national competition?”

Contestant 2 (laughing):
“Maybe the judges like nostalgia. Otherwise, she’s finished.”

Siddhi swallowed hard, their words echoing in her ears.

Vinayak and Khushi’s Encouragement

From the viewing gallery, Vinayak leaned forward, his eyes never leaving her.

Vinayak (to himself, tense):
“Come on, Siddhi. Show them who you are. Show them what I saw in you.”

Khushi nudged him gently.
Khushi (smiling):
“She’ll rise, Vinayak. I know her. She doesn’t need fancy things to shine.”

Siddhi’s Decision

Her hands trembled over the flour. Then she remembered Indu’s words — “Let your goodness shine brighter than gold.”

She straightened her back, her eyes firm.

Siddhi (determined, to herself):
“I will make what represents me — my roots, my strength. Let them laugh.”

With swift hands, she began preparing Chocolate-Cardamom Fusion Laddus, a unique twist marrying tradition and modern taste.

Scene 5 – The Judges’ Tasting

Ninety minutes later, the dishes lined the long table. Some were elaborate, plated with gold foil and imported sauces.

When Siddhi’s turn came, the judges raised their brows at the modest laddus, decorated with almond slivers and a drizzle of dark chocolate.

Chef Anand (curious):
“What do we have here?”

Siddhi (steady voice):
“Sir, these are Chocolate-Cardamom Fusion Laddus. My belief is simple — food is not about price, but about heart. This recipe blends the warmth of Indian mithai with a modern touch.”

The judges took a bite. Silence followed. Then one of them smiled.

Judge 2 (impressed):
“The texture… melts in the mouth.”

Judge 3 (nodding):
“And the balance of jaggery and cocoa is remarkable. Simple, yet powerful.”

Chef Anand looked at Siddhi thoughtfully.
Chef Anand:
“You’ve taken something humble and made it extraordinary. That is the essence of cooking. Well done.”

Results

The announcement came amidst drum rolls.

Host:
“And the contestants moving to the next round in Mumbai are… Arjun Malhotra… Shweta Singh… and Siddhi Narayan!”

Cheers erupted from the gallery. Khushi clapped loudly, Arnav joined in, and Vinayak’s face broke into the proudest smile Siddhi had ever seen.

Siddhi’s eyes filled with tears as she whispered a prayer of thanks.

Siddhi (to herself):
“This is just the beginning. I will not fail them.”

Arrival in Mumbai

The bustling city lights dazzled Siddhi as the train rolled into Mumbai Central. For her, it was the first time stepping into a city of such scale. Vinayak carried their luggage, while Khushi and Arnav walked behind them.

Part 15

Vinayak (smiling, teasing):
“You’ve defeated Delhi, Mrs. Pande. Now Mumbai awaits you.”

Siddhi blushed, shaking her head.
Siddhi (softly):
“Don’t tease me, Vinayak ji. Every round is harder. What if I fail here?”

Vinayak stopped in the middle of the platform, making her look at him.
Vinayak (firmly):
“You can never fail. Even if the world says so, you’re already my winner. Don’t forget that.”

Siddhi’s eyes softened. She whispered back:
Siddhi:
“Then I’ll cook with double strength — for you, and for us.”

Championship Arena

The Mumbai venue was massive, with banners flashing:
“National Cookery Championship – Quarter Finals.”

Contestants stood at their counters, tension crackling in the air. Some familiar faces from Delhi were present, alongside new challengers.

The host announced:
Host:
“Chefs, today you have 75 minutes to prepare a three-course meal from a surprise basket of ingredients.”

Assistants rolled in large baskets filled with prawns, exotic mushrooms, paneer, rice, saffron, and cocoa beans. Gasps echoed through the hall.

Contestant (murmuring):
“This is impossible in 75 minutes…”

Siddhi glanced at her basket, nerves fluttering, but Vinayak’s encouraging nod from the gallery steadied her.

The Cooking Begins

The timer buzzed. Pots clanged, flames roared, knives danced. Siddhi worked swiftly, her mind calculating.

• Starter: Stuffed Mushroom Tikka with cardamom-flavored chutney.

• Main: Saffron Rice with Paneer Curry enriched with jaggery and cocoa for a unique smoky depth.

• Dessert: Mini Cocoa Kheer Cups topped with almond flakes.

Around her, contestants struggled. Some overcooked the prawns, others fought with sauces. But Siddhi’s hands moved with focus, her eyes calm.

Shadows in the Gallery

As Vinayak and Khushi cheered from the stands, a figure slipped into the back row. Clad in a sleek black dress, her face half-hidden behind sunglasses, she watched Siddhi intently.

It was Maya.

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she muttered:
Maya (to herself):
“Let her enjoy this stage. But soon, I’ll remind everyone — including Vinayak — that Siddhi is nothing compared to me.”

The Judges’ Verdict

The buzzer rang. Dishes were presented. Siddhi stepped forward nervously.

The judges tasted her three courses one by one.

Judge 1 (surprised):
“The mushroom tikka has a burst of flavor I didn’t expect.”

Judge 2 (impressed):
“And the cocoa in the curry — bold choice, but it works beautifully.”

Chef Anand (smiling faintly):
“You’ve shown balance, creativity, and courage again, Siddhi. Very well done.”

Cheers erupted as her name was announced among those advancing to the semi-finals.

Vinayak clapped the loudest, pride shining in his eyes. Khushi hugged her tightly, whispering:
Khushi:
“See? I told you. You belong here.”

Maya’s Move

Outside the venue, Maya dialed a number.

Maya (cold, determined):
“It’s time. I want every media outlet here tomorrow. I’ll make my return as a supermodel, and at the same time… Siddhi will know her place.”

She ended the call, her eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and obsession.

Arrival in Mumbai

The energy of Mumbai buzzed in the air as Siddhi, Vinayak, Khushi, and Arnav reached the hotel arranged for contestants.

Vinayak (playful, trying to ease her nerves):
“Delhi bowed before you. Now it’s Mumbai’s turn.”

Siddhi smiled faintly, clutching her recipe diary.
Siddhi (softly):
“I only pray my hands don’t fail me today.”

Vinayak (firmly):
“Your hands never fail, Siddhi. They create magic.”

At the Championship Hall

The massive arena glittered with lights and cameras. A giant banner read:
“National Cookery Championship – Quarter Finals, Mumbai.”

The host announced with dramatic flair:
Host:
“Contestants, today’s challenge is simple in words but difficult in action. You have 75 minutes to prepare a three-course meal from the mystery basket!”

The baskets were unveiled — exotic mushrooms, paneer, saffron, rice, prawns, and cocoa beans. Gasps ran through the hall.

Siddhi (thinking quickly):
“Start with mushrooms, main with paneer and saffron, dessert with cocoa. Yes, this can work…”

Cooking Against Time

The buzzer rang. Knives chopped, flames roared, ingredients clattered.

• Starter: Stuffed Mushroom Tikka with mint-cardamom chutney.

• Main: Saffron Paneer Curry with Spiced Rice.

• Dessert: Cocoa Kheer in Mini Cups, garnished with almond flakes.

Sweat dotted Siddhi’s forehead, but her focus was sharp. Others panicked — one contestant burned the prawns, another spilled saffron water. Siddhi stayed calm, moving with confidence.

From the gallery, Vinayak leaned forward, pride in his eyes.
Vinayak (murmuring):
“That’s my Siddhi. Always steady when the storm comes.”

Judges’ Tasting

The buzzer rang again. Time was up. Dishes were presented to the judges.

One by one, they tasted Siddhi’s platter.

Judge 1 (surprised):
“The mushroom tikka is smoky yet fresh. Excellent balance.”

Judge 2 (curious, tasting the paneer curry):
“Saffron and cocoa? Risky… but this tastes divine. Who would imagine these flavors working together?”

Chef Anand (after tasting the dessert):
“The kheer is light, delicate, and leaves a memorable aftertaste. Siddhi, this is innovation at its finest.”

The Results

The hall went silent as the host read out the results.

Host (smiling):
“And the contestant who leads the Mumbai round and qualifies for the semi-finals is… Siddhi Narayan Pande!”

Applause thundered across the hall. Vinayak rose to his feet, clapping proudly, while Khushi and Arnav hugged each other in excitement.

Siddhi stood on stage, overwhelmed, tears glistening in her eyes.

Siddhi (to herself):
“This is not just my victory… this is for my family, for Vinayak ji, for everyone who believed in me.”

A Shadow in the Audience

As the crowd celebrated Siddhi’s triumph, a figure watched from the back, her eyes sharp and calculating.

It was Maya, dressed elegantly, her lips curving into a sly smile.

Maya (to herself, coldly):
“Let her shine for now. But soon, I’ll remind everyone — especially Vinayak — who truly belongs by his side.”

Part 16

Maya’s Return - Post-Victory Celebration

At the Mumbai hotel, the atmosphere was joyous. Vinayak arranged a small dinner for Siddhi, Khushi, and Arnav. A cake with the words “Congratulations, Siddhi!” was brought in.

Vinayak (smiling proudly):
“This victory is just the beginning. Tomorrow, India will know Siddhi Pande not only as a chocolatier but as a culinary star.”

Siddhi (blushing, softly):
“All this is because you stood by me… even when I doubted myself.”

Vinayak looked at her, his voice lowering into something more intimate.
Vinayak:
“Siddhi, I didn’t stand by you. I walked with you. And I always will.”

Her heart warmed at his words. Reema’s warning about Sandhya’s conversation still lingered in her mind, but Siddhi hid her doubts, smiling instead.

A Sudden Headline

The next morning, the group sat in the hotel lounge. Newspapers and TV screens buzzed with a breaking news update.

News Anchor (on TV):
“Former model and rising star Maya Rao makes a stunning comeback! After months away, she has signed a high-profile endorsement deal with an international chocolate brand. Today, she will be addressing the media in Mumbai.”

Siddhi froze, her teacup clinking against the saucer. Vinayak’s hand tightened unconsciously around his glass.

Khushi (worried glance at Siddhi):
“Looks like the past doesn’t want to stay in the past.”

Scene 3 – Media Event

The press conference was held at a luxurious hotel ballroom. Cameras flashed as Maya walked in, radiant in a designer gown, poised like a queen reclaiming her throne.

Reporter 1:
“Maya ji, after such a long break, what inspired your return?”

Maya (smoothly):
“I believe every woman deserves a second chance to redefine herself. I am here stronger, sharper, and ready to leave a mark.”

Another reporter raised his hand.
Reporter 2:
“You once had ties with the Pande family, especially Vinayak Pande. Any comments on his recent engagement to Siddhi Narayan?”

The hall buzzed with curiosity. Maya smiled faintly, her eyes glinting.
Maya (measured tone):
“I wish them well. Siddhi is talented, no doubt. But let’s not forget — relationships built in crisis don’t always survive calm waters. Time will tell whose bond is real.”

The room erupted with murmurs. Her words, though polite, carried the sting of doubt.

Scene 4 – Backstage Confrontation

After the press meet, as Maya walked out, she found Vinayak waiting near the exit.

Vinayak (firm, low voice):
“Maya, why did you say that? You could have wished us happiness and left it at that.”

Maya leaned closer, her eyes burning with unspoken fire.
Maya (whispering):
“Because, Vinayak, deep down you know — Siddhi can never erase me. I may have left, but I never stopped belonging to you. And I will prove it.”

Vinayak’s jaw tightened, but before he could reply, Siddhi arrived with Khushi.

Siddhi (calmly, looking at Maya):
“If you think doubts will shake me, you’re wrong. I’ve faced worse. Try whatever you like, Maya — but this time, I won’t step aside.”

Maya smirked, walking past her, her perfume lingering like a challenge in the air.

Siddhi’s Silent Resolve

Later that night, Siddhi stood by the window of her hotel room, looking out at the glittering Mumbai skyline.

Siddhi (to herself):
“She wants to test me… to make me doubt myself. But this is not the same Siddhi who once cried over rejections. I’ve won my place with hard work. And now, I’ll protect my marriage and my love with the same strength.”

Vinayak came up behind her, wrapping a reassuring arm around her shoulders.

Vinayak (softly):
“Whatever storm she brings, we’ll face it together.”

Siddhi leaned against him, her heart steadier than before.

The storm had returned — but this time, Siddhi was ready to fight.

Part 17 Sabotage in the Semi-Finals

Scene 1 – Semi-Final Setup

The semi-final round of the cookery competition buzzed with excitement. Contestants from all over India gathered in the grand hall, each determined to claim the spotlight. Siddhi carefully arranged her ingredients, while Khushi smiled reassuringly from the sidelines.

Vinayak and Arnav sat in the audience, pride and worry mingling in their eyes.

Vinayak (to Arnav, quietly):
“Siddhi doesn’t need luck — she has talent. But still, I wish this day passes without trouble.”

Arnav nodded, already sensing what was coming.

Scene 2 – Maya’s Move

Backstage, Maya slipped through the service corridor. Dressed elegantly, she looked nothing like a contestant — but her eyes scanned the tables with sharp precision. She spotted Siddhi’s workstation, where exotic cocoa and rare spices were neatly arranged.

With a glance around, Maya reached into her purse and pulled out a small vial of bitter powder. She began sprinkling it into the melted chocolate.

But before she could finish, a staff member walked in. Maya quickly straightened, pretending to check her phone.

Maya (coolly):
“Oh, I was just wishing Siddhi good luck.”

She walked away, leaving the chocolate tainted.

Scene 3 – The Reveal

The judges tasted each dish. When it was Siddhi’s turn, she served her signature dark chocolate soufflé with a twist of spice.

The first judge took a bite… and grimaced.
Judge 1: “What is this? The bitterness is overpowering!”

Gasps echoed through the hall. Siddhi’s face drained of color.

Vinayak leapt to his feet.
Vinayak (shouting): “That’s impossible! I tasted her trial batch last night — it was perfect!”

The judges hesitated, murmuring among themselves. Suddenly, the staff member who had seen Maya earlier stepped forward nervously.

Staff Member:
“Excuse me… but I saw someone tampering with Siddhi’s preparation before the round began. It was… Maya Rao.”

The hall erupted in whispers. Reporters grabbed their cameras and rushed to the front.

Reporter: “Maya ji, is this true? Did you sabotage another contestant?”

Maya’s face went pale, but she quickly composed herself.
Maya (defensive):
“That’s a lie! Why would I do such a thing?”

Scene 4 – Sandhya’s Public Confrontation

Before Vinayak could lash out, Sandhya stepped forward, her expression fierce.

Sandhya (cold, loud enough for everyone):
“Maya, enough! I supported you once, even considered you for my son. But today you’ve crossed every line of dignity. Sabotage? This is not love — this is obsession. From this moment, you are no longer welcome in the Pande family.”

The hall fell into stunned silence. Maya’s lips trembled, tears threatening to fall. The reporters snapped photos furiously, capturing every word.

Geetanjali Devi stood proudly beside Sandhya.
Geetanjali Devi (firm):
“This family stands with Siddhi. Remember that.”

After conferring, the judges allowed Siddhi to re-present her dish with backup ingredients. With Khushi’s quick help, she remade the dessert just in time. The second tasting left the judges smiling in delight.

Judge 2 (smiling):
“This is excellence. Siddhi Narayan qualifies for the finals!”

The crowd erupted in applause. Vinayak clasped Siddhi’s hand tightly, pride glowing in his eyes.

Scene 5 – Private Conversation

Later that evening, Sandhya found Maya in a deserted corridor, wiping her tears.

Maya (bitterly):
“So this is it? You’ve thrown me away for Siddhi?”

Sandhya’s tone softened, her eyes scanning to ensure no one overheard.
Sandhya (whispering):
“In public, I had no choice but to scold you. The family would never forgive me otherwise. But listen, Maya — patience. Vinayak’s love for Siddhi is new, fragile. Cracks will show. When the time is right, you will return. Until then… stay in control.”

Maya’s eyes widened with fresh hope.
Maya (quietly):
“You still believe in me?”

Sandhya (nodding):
“Yes. But no more mistakes. One wrong move, and even I won’t be able to save you.”

Maya swallowed hard, her face a storm of humiliation and determination.

Scene 6 – Siddhi’s Silent Awareness

Unbeknownst to them, Reema had followed and overheard fragments of the conversation. She bit her lip, torn.

Reema (to herself):
“I must warn Didi… but if I rush now, Sandhya might suspect me. I’ll wait… and tell Siddhi when the time is right.”

Meanwhile, Siddhi celebrated with Vinayak, smiling brightly for the family. But deep inside, her mind worked silently.

Siddhi (to herself):
“Maya won’t stop. And Sandhya ji… she still has her own game. Fine. Let them play. But this time, I’ll be ready.”

The Grand Finale

Scene 7 – Competition Hall

The finale hall glittered with lights and was packed with media, investors, and top chefs serving as judges. The theme was “Heritage Meets Innovation” — contestants had to reinvent a traditional Indian sweet with a modern twist.

Siddhi stood at her station, her palms pressed together in prayer before she began. Vinayak, Arnav, Khushi, and the Pande family sat anxiously in the audience.

Geetanjali Devi (to Sandhya, softly):
“Watch closely, bahu. Today, this girl will prove she is destined for this family.”

Sandhya forced a smile, hiding the churn in her heart.

Scene 8 – Maya’s Last Card

Backstage, Maya clenched her fists. Though publicly disgraced in the semi-finals, she had managed to sneak back into the arena as a “guest.” Her eyes burned as she watched Siddhi work.

Maya (to herself):
“If Siddhi wins, she’ll not only gain fame but also seal her place in the Pande family forever. No… I won’t let that happen.”

She noticed Siddhi’s backup ingredients on the counter. Just as she moved forward, a sharp voice froze her.

Reema (stepping in front of her, glaring):
“Don’t even think about it, Maya.”

Maya’s eyes widened.
Maya (mocking): “And what will you do, little girl?”

Reema (firm, her voice steady despite fear):
“I’ll scream. The media is here. One word from me, and your name will be finished forever. Try me if you dare.”

Maya’s face flushed with anger, but she backed off, muttering under her breath.

Scene 9 – Siddhi’s Dish

The timer began. Siddhi’s hands moved with practiced grace as she recreated “Chocolate-infused Peda with Saffron Mousse” — a delicate blend of tradition and modern flair.

Vinayak leaned forward, unable to take his eyes off her.
Vinayak (to himself):
“She’s fighting not just for herself, but for all of us. How can anyone not see her worth?”

When time ended, Siddhi presented her dish. The judges tasted in silence. One raised his eyebrows, another broke into a smile.

Judge 1 (impressed):
“Balanced flavors, a daring twist, and still true to heritage. This is remarkable.”

Judge 2:
“Siddhi Narayan… this is what innovation tastes like.”

The audience clapped, cheers filling the air.

Scene 10 – The Exposure

But just as applause grew, one of the organizers came rushing in with security.

Organizer:
“Excuse me, judges, but we need to address something before declaring results. Our surveillance cameras captured a guest trying to tamper with Siddhi’s ingredients again.”

The big screen flickered — and there was Maya, clearly seen reaching for Siddhi’s counter before Reema blocked her.

Gasps echoed through the hall. Reporters surged forward with cameras flashing.

Reporter:
“Maya Rao, caught sabotaging not once but twice! What do you have to say?”

Maya froze, her face drained of color. Before she could answer, Sandhya stood abruptly, her voice cutting across the hall.

Sandhya (stern, loud):
“Maya! I gave you the benefit of the doubt before, but today you’ve crossed every limit. This is not ambition — it is cheap jealousy. From this moment, our family has nothing to do with you!”

The crowd erupted in murmurs. Siddhi stood shocked, her eyes flickering between Sandhya and Maya.

Maya tried to protest, but Vinayak stepped forward.
Vinayak (cold, final):
“You destroyed yourself, Maya. Whatever respect I had for you is gone. Siddhi is the woman I love, and nothing will change that.”

Tears spilled down Maya’s cheeks, but her pride kept her from begging. She turned and stormed out, her figure swallowed by flashing cameras.

Scene 11 – Victory

The head judge raised his hand.

Judge 3 (announcing):
“And the winner of this year’s Grand Cookery Finale is… Siddhi Narayan!”

The hall thundered with applause. Khushi hugged Arnav, Reema jumped with joy, and Geetanjali Devi’s eyes shone with tears.

Vinayak ran to the stage, lifting Siddhi’s hand high as the cameras captured the moment.
Vinayak (proudly, to the media):
“This is my fiancée — Siddhi Narayan. She’s not just the winner of this competition; she’s the heartbeat of my family. And soon, she will be my wife.”

Siddhi’s cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with tears of gratitude and pride.

Scene 12 – Private Aftermath

Later that evening, in the quiet of their home, Sandhya sat alone, her face stern.

Sandhya (to herself, whispering):
“I had to confront Maya today — for appearances. The world believes I stand with Siddhi… good. Let it stay that way. But one day, when Siddhi slips, Maya may still have her chance.”

Unseen, Reema stood by the doorway, her fists clenched.
Reema (to herself):
“No, Choti Ma. This time, I’ll not let you hurt Didi. I’ll protect her… even if I have to fight you.”

Part 18

At Pande Mansion, Reema paced her room anxiously. The words she had overheard between Maya and Sandhya still rang in her ears — promises of divorce, alimony, and a future that did not include her sister.

Reema (to herself, worried):
“No, I can’t keep this inside anymore. Didi has the right to know the truth. I’ll tell her everything tonight.”

Clutching her dupatta nervously, she hurried down the hallway toward Siddhi’s room. But as she reached the door, she saw Indu sitting beside Siddhi, gently braiding her daughter’s hair and giving her words of comfort for the competition finals.

Reema froze, her heart pounding.

Indu (smiling at Siddhi):
“Beta, don’t think about anything else. Just do your best tomorrow. You’ve already made us proud.”

Siddhi smiled faintly, her eyes moist.

Reema lingered at the doorway, torn. She opened her mouth to speak — but stopped. Looking at Indu’s hopeful face, she couldn’t bring herself to shatter the peace of that moment. Quietly, she turned away.

Reema (to herself):
“I’ll wait. I’ll find the right time. But I won’t let anyone hurt Didi. Not this time.”

Scene 2: The Victory

The next day, the grand auditorium reverberated with thunderous applause as Siddhi’s name was announced as the winner of the cookery competition. Flashbulbs went off, capturing her stunned yet radiant expression as she stepped forward to receive the gleaming trophy.

Indu and Avinash stood in the crowd, their eyes brimming with pride. Reema nearly jumped from her seat, cheering so loudly that people around her turned to smile at her excitement.

On stage, Siddhi’s hands trembled as the host placed the trophy in them. She clutched it close to her chest, her eyes scanning the audience until they found Vinayak. He stood tall in the front row, his eyes moist but proud, his palms folded in silent gratitude to destiny. Siddhi’s lips curved into a soft smile — a smile that spoke of relief, victory, and love.

The host turned toward Vinayak.
Host (cheerful): “Mr. Pande, the world knows you as a businessman. But today, your wife has become a star in her own right. Would you like to share a few words?”

All eyes shifted to Vinayak. He walked onto the stage, his presence commanding silence. Taking the mic, he looked at Siddhi, then at the restless crowd. His voice was steady, but emotion cracked beneath the strength.

Vinayak (earnest, elaborative):
“This… is not just a competition victory. This is a victory of courage over doubt, of hard work over prejudice, of truth over lies.

When life pushed us into darkness, Siddhi became the flame that lit our path. People mocked her, rejected her, judged her only by her complexion — but she never stopped believing in herself. She never stopped creating magic with her hands.

When my family was sinking, it was her strength that gave us hope. When the world walked away, Siddhi stood by me without asking for anything in return.

Today, I want the world to know — she is not just the winner of this competition. She is my wife, Siddhi Vinayak Pande. She is the backbone of my family, the reason our company is breathing again, and the woman who showed me what true love looks like.

If there is one truth I have learned, it is this: fair skin, wealth, and status may fade… but a pure heart and unwavering strength never fade. Siddhi is that truth. Siddhi is my pride. Siddhi is… my life.”

His voice caught on the last words, and the auditorium erupted into applause. Many stood up, clapping with tears in their eyes.

Siddhi turned to him, overwhelmed, her trophy pressed against her chest. She whispered, audible only to him:
Siddhi (with gratitude): “Thank you… for accepting me as I am, and for standing by me.”

Vinayak smiled, his grip tightening over her hand as he replied warmly:
Vinayak: “No, Siddhi. It’s my immense pleasure to stand by someone as talented, as courageous, and as genuine as you. I didn’t just find a partner in you… I found every quality I had ever dreamt of in a life companion. And I promise, I will never let go of this diamond I’ve been blessed with.”

The cameras clicked as Vinayak lifted Siddhi’s hand high, her trophy gleaming in the spotlight. The image of their unity was etched in every heart present.

Scene 3: The Shadow Beneath the Applause

In the audience, Geetanjali Devi’s eyes glistened with joy.
Geetanjali Devi (proudly): “This girl was born to bring light into our house.”

Aditi clapped till her palms stung, unable to hide her admiration.

But Sandhya’s face was taut, her smile carefully plastered. She leaned slightly to whisper to herself.
Sandhya (inwardly, composed): “Patience, Sandhya. Let her shine now. A day will come when she’ll falter… and then, she will come running back to you for support.”

Maya sat stiffly beside her. She joined in the applause, her smile faint and polite, but her nails dug into her palms. The storm in her eyes betrayed the turmoil of seeing Vinayak publicly declare Siddhi as his pride.

Scene 4: The Confrontation at Home

Later that night, at Pande Mansion, the family gathered in the hall. Relatives and neighbors who had watched the televised event congratulated the family, but a few left whispers behind.

One neighbor’s words lingered in the air:
“Winning is good… but can a woman like Siddhi really handle such a big family’s legacy?”

Once the crowd thinned, Sandhya turned sharply toward Siddhi in front of everyone.

Sandhya (cold, scolding):
“Remember, Siddhi… this family’s honor is on your shoulders now. Winning a trophy is one thing. Proving yourself in real life is another. Don’t think this applause will always last. A single mistake, and the same people cheering today will drag our name through the mud tomorrow.”

Siddhi lowered her eyes respectfully, silently absorbing the sting of Sandhya’s words.

But later, when the family dispersed, Sandhya quietly came to her room. Her tone softened, almost motherly.

Sandhya (calm, private):
“I scolded you before everyone because the world is watching, and we cannot appear weak. But don’t lose heart. Today was your victory, and no one can take that from you. Sabotaging work doesn't help. On the contrary, it will stunt our financial growth, and you won't be able to make a place for yourself as Vinayak will drift away from you, and that wouldn't be in my control. Just remember… patience is the key. With time, you will prove yourself beyond doubt.”

Siddhi looked at her, surprised by the sudden gentleness. She nodded silently, knowing well that patience would indeed be her weapon — but also that Sandhya’s approval was still far away.

✨ Now Reema’s secret is firmly planted before the big win, adding suspense for later parts when she finally reveals what she knows.

That night, after Sandhya left Siddhi’s room, Reema sat beside her sister. Her jaw was set, her eyes sharp with determination far beyond her years.

Reema (whispering):
“No, Choti Ma. This time, I’ll not let you hurt Didi. I’ll protect her… even if I have to fight you.”

Siddhi looked at her younger sister, touched by the intensity in her tone. She gently stroked Reema’s hair.

Siddhi (softly):
“Reema, don’t burden yourself. You’re still young. These are matters between elders.”

But Reema shook her head firmly.

Reema:
“No, Didi. When elders do wrong, someone has to stand up. You may not be able to fight back because you respect them… but I don’t care. I’ll stand by you. I’ll keep watch. Whatever Maya or Choti Ma plans, you’ll know from me first.”

Siddhi’s eyes misted over. She pulled Reema into her arms, holding her tightly.

Siddhi (teary, whispering):
“God has given me the biggest strength in the form of you.”

Scene 2: The Secret Updates Begin

From the next day, Reema began her quiet vigil. She lingered in hallways, pretended to help with chores, and often slipped unnoticed into corners where Maya and Sandhya whispered.

One afternoon, she caught part of their hushed conversation in Sandhya’s room.

Maya (bitterly):
“No matter how much you smile in public, Vinayak is mine. I will make Siddhi feel like an outsider in her own home.”

Sandhya (low, calculating):
“Control yourself. For now, we need Siddhi. Her victory has silenced the lenders and restored our name. But remember, the moment she falters, I will ensure she’s out of this house. Patience, Maya. Just patience.”

Reema’s heart raced. She slipped away before they could notice her. That evening, when everyone was busy, she found Siddhi in the kitchen preparing prasad.

Reema (urgently, whispering):
“Didi, be careful. Maya and Choti Ma are playing a double game. Choti Ma says she needs you now… but the moment you make a mistake, she’ll throw you out. And Maya… she’s waiting like a snake to strike.”

Siddhi paused, her hands tightening on the spoon. For a moment, pain flashed in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with calm.

Siddhi (quietly, determined):
“Then I will make sure I never give them that chance, Reema. If patience is their weapon, then mine will be strength. Thank you, Reema. Don’t stop telling me whatever you hear.”

Reema nodded fiercely.

Scene 3: Siddhi’s Inner Strength

That night, Siddhi sat by the window of her room, looking at the stars. Vinayak walked in and found her lost in thought.

Vinayak (concerned):
“Siddhi, are you alright? You’ve been quiet since the evening.”

Siddhi turned to him, her smile soft but resolute.

Siddhi:
“I was just thinking… when life keeps testing us, it means God is preparing us for something greater. If challenges are ahead, I’m ready to face them — with you by my side.”

Vinayak felt a swell of pride and relief. He came closer and placed a hand over hers.

Vinayak:
“And I promise, Siddhi… no matter what storm comes, I’ll never let you stand alone.”

Unseen by them, Reema, standing outside the door, smiled through her tears. Her heart swelled with courage.

Reema (to herself, resolute):
“Yes. Together, we’ll protect Didi. And if Maya and Choti Ma think they can break her, they’ll have to go through me first.”

Part 19 - Family Gathering – Maya’s Subtle Strike

The Pande mansion was filled with laughter as relatives and business associates gathered to celebrate Siddhi’s recent competition win. Geetanjali Devi had insisted on hosting a grand dinner, declaring it a moment of pride for the family.

Siddhi moved gracefully among the guests, offering sweets she had personally prepared. Compliments poured in.

Guest 1 (smiling):
“These sweets are divine, beta. Truly, you’ve inherited your father’s talent.”

Guest 2 (laughing):
“In fact, she’s the one keeping the Pande name alive!”

Siddhi blushed, lowering her eyes modestly. But from a corner, Maya’s smile sharpened. She saw her chance.

Approaching the group, Maya spoke sweetly — her tone dripping with hidden venom.

Maya (innocent voice):
“Yes, Siddhi makes wonderful sweets. But let’s not forget — one competition and one trophy don’t make someone fit to handle a business empire. A family like ours needs more than just a good cook.”

The guests exchanged uneasy glances. Siddhi froze, her fingers tightening around the tray. Before she could respond, Reema quickly caught her eye from across the room and gave a subtle nod — a silent reminder: Stay calm. Don’t let her rattle you.

Siddhi straightened, her voice soft but firm.

Siddhi:
“Maya ji is right. Running a family and a business needs more than recipes. It needs teamwork, patience, and faith in each other. I’m still learning, but I have a husband and a family who guide me. With their support, I believe I can handle any responsibility that comes my way.”

The guests applauded her maturity, leaving Maya’s face stiff.

From across the hall, Sandhya’s eyes narrowed, though she said nothing.

Scene 2: Reema and Vivaan – First Sparks

Later that evening, as the dinner wound down, Reema slipped into the garden for some fresh air. Her mind was still replaying Maya’s words, her heart heavy with worry for Siddhi.

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Vivaan (lightly teasing):
“Running away from the party, Miss Reema? Or are you just tired of the fake smiles inside?”

Reema turned, startled to see Vivaan leaning casually against the railing, his hands in his pockets. His easy smile disarmed her, but she quickly recovered.

Reema (defensive):
“I wasn’t running away. I just… needed some air.”

Vivaan (grinning):
“Good. Because if you had run, you would’ve missed my company — and trust me, I’m the most entertaining person in this boring party.”

Reema couldn’t help but laugh, her tension easing a little.

Reema (teasing back):
“Entertaining? You mean annoying.”

Vivaan (mock offended):
“Ouch. Harsh words. But I’ll take them — because at least you’re talking to me.”

There was a pause, and the air suddenly charged. For a moment, Reema studied him — his playful charm, his warmth, so different from the coldness of Chitra and Giriraj.

Reema (softly, almost to herself):
“You’re… not like the rest of them.”

Vivaan tilted his head, curiosity sparking.

Vivaan (smiling gently):
“Maybe that’s why I noticed you the moment you walked in. You don’t fit in with the noise. You shine differently.”

Reema’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her heart thudding in her chest.

Scene 3: The Silent Pact

Inside, as the evening ended, Siddhi caught Reema’s eye. Reema gave her a reassuring smile.

Reema (to herself):
“No matter what Maya or Choti Ma plan… I’ll protect Didi. And maybe… just maybe… Vivaan will be my strength in this fight.”

Vivaan, watching her from a distance, felt a tug in his heart he couldn’t explain.

The seeds of two battles had been sown that night — one of schemes and survival, and another of love that bloomed quietly amidst chaos.

Maya and Sandhya – Regrouping

Sandhya’s room was dimly lit, the only sound the ticking of the antique clock on the wall. Maya stood near the window, her arms folded tightly, her eyes blazing with humiliation.

Maya (angrily):
“I tried to show them Siddhi isn’t fit, but instead she won sympathy! Everyone clapped for her as if she were some goddess.”

Sandhya shut the door, her face calm but her voice edged with steel.

Sandhya (sternly):
“I told you before, Maya — never underestimate that girl. She has a way of turning weakness into strength. If you attack her openly, you will lose. You must be clever. Subtle.”

Maya clenched her jaw, frustration spilling over.

Maya:
“Then tell me, Choti Ma, what do I do? How long will we let her shine while I stand in the shadows? I was Vinayak’s first choice, and now I am nothing!”

Sandhya walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder, her tone soft but manipulative.

Sandhya (low, persuasive):
“Patience, Maya. Let Siddhi climb higher… because the higher she goes, the harder she will fall. One mistake — just one — and the same people who applaud her will curse her. That is when you will step in.”

Maya’s lips curved into a cold smile.

Maya (resolute):
“Fine. Let her bask in her glory for now. But I will be ready when she stumbles. Vinayak will realize soon enough who truly deserves him.”

Reema and Vivaan – A Private Conversation

Later that night, Reema wandered into the garden again, lost in thought. She replayed Sandhya and Maya’s words in her head, the promises of alimony and divorce that still haunted her.

Vivaan, sitting on the stone bench with his guitar, noticed her.

Vivaan (teasing lightly):
“If you keep walking around like a storm cloud, people will think you lost your prize instead of Siddhi winning hers.”

Reema shot him a sharp look, then sighed and sat beside him.

Reema (quietly):
“Not everything is a joke, Vivaan. You don’t know what’s happening inside that house.”

Vivaan tilted his head, his expression serious now.

Vivaan (calmly):
“You think I don’t see? I may not say much, but I know Choti Ma… and Maya. They don’t clap for Siddhi because they love her. They clap because they need her. There’s a difference.”

Reema’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected anyone else — especially someone from that family — to voice such a truth.

Reema (whispering):
“Then you know they’re planning something.”

Vivaan strummed his guitar softly, his tone measured.

Vivaan:
“I don’t need proof to know Maya’s eyes burn every time Vinayak looks at Siddhi. And Choti Ma… she’s too controlled. People like her smile when they’re already planning their next move.”

Reema’s throat tightened. For the first time, she felt she wasn’t alone.

Reema (earnest, almost pleading):
“Then help me protect Didi. She’s already suffered so much. I can’t let them break her again.”

Vivaan met her gaze, his eyes steady.

Vivaan (soft but firm):
“You won’t have to fight alone, Reema. From now on, we’ll stand together. For Siddhi… and maybe, for each other too.”

Reema felt her cheeks warm, but she didn’t look away. The air between them shifted, something unspoken taking root.

Scene 3: The Silent Resolve

Back in her room, Siddhi folded her trophy gently into the cupboard. Reema entered quietly, slipping her hand into Siddhi’s.

Reema (inwardly, to herself):
“No matter what they plan, Didi… I’ll know first. And I’ll protect you, even if it means going against my own family.”

At the same time, in his own room, Vivaan plucked a quiet tune on his guitar, his thoughts drifting to Reema’s determined eyes.

Vivaan (to himself):
“She has fire in her. If I can be her shield, maybe she’ll see I’m not like the rest of them.”

The storm brewed quietly in the mansion — one of hidden schemes and one of blooming love — both set to collide in ways no one yet imagined.

Reema sat quietly in her room, hugging her pillow, her thoughts running wild. The echoes of Sandhya and Chitra’s conversation still rang in her ears — their schemes against Siddhi, their plans to bring Maya closer into the fold.

Reema (to herself, fiercely):
“No, Chhoti Maa… and you too, Badi Maa. This time, I’ll not let you hurt Didi. She has suffered enough. I’ll protect her, even if I have to fight against you both.”

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Vivaan, asking if she was alright. A small smile tugged at her lips — in this storm, Vivaan was her only anchor. She typed back quickly, deciding she’d meet him soon.

Reema Updates Siddhi
The next morning, Siddhi was arranging sweets in the kitchen when Reema slipped in, looking around to make sure no one was near.

Reema (whispering):
“Didi… they’re planning again. Badi Maa and Chhoti Maa. I heard them talking late at night. They want Maya to stay close to this house, so you feel insecure. And… they’re going to pressure Vinayak jiju slowly.”

Siddhi’s hands froze over the tray. For a moment, the old ache of rejection flashed in her heart, but she controlled herself.

Siddhi (calm, soft smile):
“Let them plan, Reema. Truth always wins. But thank you, my little sister, for standing by me. Your courage gives me strength.”

Reema hugged her tightly.

Reema (murmuring):
“No matter what they do, I’ll keep telling you everything. You won’t face this alone.”

Sandhya and Chitra’s New Scheme

In the inner courtyard, Sandhya and Chitra sat together, pretending to discuss household chores while whispering carefully.

Chitra (smirking):
“You saw how Vinayak praised Siddhi yesterday. The whole city is singing her name. If this continues, no one will remember Maya.”

Sandhya (coldly):
“That’s why we have to act smart. We’ll make Siddhi shine for a while, let her feel she’s secure… then at the right moment, we’ll break her confidence. A fall from the top hurts more than a rejection at the start.”

Chitra chuckled, sipping her tea.

Vinayak’s Unspoken Emotions

Later that evening, Vinayak found Siddhi in the prayer room, lighting the evening diya. The glow of the lamp fell on her face, serene and radiant. He paused at the doorway, strangely unable to move.

Vinayak (to himself):
“Why does her peace calm me this way? Why do I feel… lighter when she smiles? She’s my strength, my friend. Nothing more… or is it?”

He shook his head quickly, walking in.

Vinayak (aloud, gently):
“Siddhi… I wanted to say thank you. Not just for yesterday, but for always standing by me. If it weren’t for you, our family would have broken completely.”

Siddhi turned, her eyes warm.

Siddhi (smiling gratefully):
“And if it weren’t for you, Vinayak ji, I would never have had the courage to face all those rejections. You accepted me as I am, and that is the greatest gift.”

Their eyes lingered, silent words passing between them. Vinayak quickly looked away, his heart pounding in confusion.

Reema and Vivaan’s Meeting

Meanwhile, Reema slipped out to meet Vivaan in a quiet café.

Vivaan (teasing):
“You sounded so serious on the phone. What’s troubling my chatterbox today?”

Reema sighed, stirring her coffee.

Reema:
“Your mother and Badi Maa… they’re plotting against Siddhi Didi again. They don’t want her place in this house to be secure. I’m scared, Vivaan. What if they hurt her more?”

Vivaan reached across the table, holding her hand firmly.

Vivaan (serious, steady):
“Then we’ll stop them. Together. I know what my mother is capable of, Reema. But I also know your heart. You won’t let anything happen to Siddhi, and neither will I. Trust me.”

Reema’s eyes softened as her heart skipped a beat. For the first time, she realized — Vivaan wasn’t just a friend. He was the one who gave her strength, just as Siddhi had Vinayak.

Scene 6: The Calm Before the Storm
Back at Pande Mansion, Siddhi stood at her window, watching the moon. Behind her, Vinayak entered silently, placing a shawl over her shoulders.

Vinayak (quietly):
“You’ll catch a cold standing here.”

Siddhi looked at him, startled but touched. She whispered a thank you, while Vinayak’s heart battled against itself — friendship, duty, or something far deeper he wasn’t ready to name.

Downstairs, Sandhya watched them from afar, her eyes narrowing.

Sandhya (inwardly, bitter):
“This closeness won’t last long, Siddhi. I’ll make sure of it.”

The stage was set: alliances, schemes, love blooming in silence, and storms waiting to rise.

Part 20 - The New Order at Pande Mansion

The days after Siddhi’s victory at the cookery competition brought a shift in the Pande mansion. Orders poured in for her sweets, and the family’s financial wounds began to heal little by little. Geetanjali Devi watched proudly, her faith in Siddhi solidifying each day.

But beneath the surface, storms gathered.

Sandhya (Badi Maa), ever the matriarch, kept a calm face, but her mind raced.
Chitra (Chhoti Maa), always the whisperer, made sure to point out little flaws to fuel Sandhya’s doubts.
And Maya, back in the mansion under the pretext of “supporting” the family, quietly measured every move Siddhi made — waiting for her chance.

Scene 2: The Kitchen Encounter

One afternoon, Siddhi stood in the kitchen, preparing a batch of chocolate biscuits. Vinayak entered, sleeves rolled, hair tousled, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

Vinayak (teasing, lighthearted):
“Still at work, Siddhi? The world may call you a champion now, but you still belong to these sweets, don’t you?”

Siddhi laughed softly, brushing flour off her hands.
Siddhi (warmly):
“If these sweets can bring happiness and keep this family standing, then yes… I belong here.”

Vinayak paused, watching her with new eyes. He felt something stir — deeper than admiration, more tender than friendship — but he couldn’t name it.

Vinayak (gently, sincere):
“You’ve done more for this family in months than I could in years. Sometimes I wonder… how do you keep giving, without asking anything for yourself?”

Siddhi looked at him, her eyes steady, her voice low.
Siddhi:
“Because family is everything, Vinayak ji. And this family is mine now.”

The words hit him harder than he expected. His heart thudded, but he covered it with a slight nod.

Unseen from the doorway, Maya clenched her fists. Chitra leaned in beside her, whispering.
Chitra (smirking):
“Look at him… already trapped in her simplicity.”

Maya’s eyes flashed.
Maya (cold, under her breath):
“This isn’t over. He was mine once… he will be mine again.”

Scene 3: The Secret Alliance

That night, in Chitra’s room, the three sat together.

Sandhya (Badi Maa, composed):
“Siddhi may have won the competition, but don’t forget… she’s an outsider. This house, this family, this name — none of it is hers by right.”

Chitra (Chhoti Maa, eager):
“And yet Mataji and even Vinayak sing her praises all day. One mistake, Badi Jiji, just one mistake from her, and we can turn it all against her.”

Maya leaned forward, her voice sharp but controlled.
Maya:
“Give me that chance. Siddhi is soft-hearted. I will break her confidence from within. Vinayak may not admit it now, but love never dies. Once Siddhi doubts herself, he will come back to me.”

Sandhya studied Maya’s determined face and finally nodded.
Sandhya:
“Fine. But remember — patience. Strike too soon, and it will backfire. We’ll wait… for the perfect moment.”

The three exchanged glances — an unholy alliance sealed in whispers.

Scene 4: Reema and Vivaan

Meanwhile, another story unfolded quietly.

Reema often slipped out to the garden to escape the tension inside the house. There she would find Vivaan — Chitra and Giriraj’s son, GD’s younger grandson.

Vivaan (playful, plucking a flower):
“Reema, one day, when you smile, the whole mansion lights up. But when you frown, even the roses droop. Should I give this flower to the roses or to you?”

Reema blushed, taking the flower shyly.
Reema:
“Don’t tease me, Vivaan ji. If Badi Maa or Chhoti Maa sees us, they’ll turn this garden into a battlefield.”

Vivaan (grinning, serious beneath the play):
“Let them. I’m not afraid of anyone when it comes to you. Reema, I know what Badi Maa and Maa are plotting against Siddhi bhabhi. And I promise you — just as you stand by her, I’ll stand by you.”

Reema’s eyes softened, her heart fluttering at the rare sincerity. For the first time, she realized she wasn’t alone in her fight.

Scene 5: Vinayak’s Inner Conflict

Late at night, Vinayak sat in his study, papers scattered before him, but his mind elsewhere. He thought of Siddhi’s smile, her resilience, her quiet strength.

Vinayak (to himself):
“I call her my friend… but why does her pain feel like mine? Why does her laughter make the weight on my shoulders lighter? Am I… falling for her?”

He shook his head, unsettled.
Vinayak:
“No… not love. Not yet. She is my friend… my partner in this fight. But then… why does my heart not believe my own words?”

Scene 6: The Looming Storm

The next morning, Siddhi walked into the main hall with a tray of tea. She smiled faintly as she placed cups before everyone.

Sandhya watched her, her expression unreadable.
Chitra leaned closer, whispering in her sister-in-law’s ear.
Chitra:
“Shall we begin the game, Jiji?”

Sandhya sipped her tea slowly, her gaze fixed on Siddhi.
Sandhya (quietly):
“Not yet. Let her think she belongs here. The higher she rises, the harder she will fall.”

Maya sat nearby, her face an artful mask of grace, but her eyes betrayed her resolve.

And as Siddhi walked away, Reema caught her hand, whispering urgently.
Reema (in her ear):
“Didi… they’re planning again. Don’t trust their smiles. I’ll keep my eyes open for you.”

Siddhi gave a slight nod, her face calm — but inside, her resolve steeled.
Siddhi (to herself):
“If they want a game, then let them play. But this time… I won’t let them win.”

The stage was set. The alliances drawn. Love was blooming quietly, but so were schemes.

And in the midst of it all, Siddhi stood tall — ready to fight for her place as both wife and daughter-in-law of the Pande mansion.

The Family Gathering

The Pande mansion hosted a small gathering to celebrate Siddhi’s recent competition victory. Relatives, neighbors, and a few business associates filled the decorated hall. Siddhi, modest as ever, stood in a simple saree, serving sweets she had personally prepared.

Geetanjali Devi beamed with pride, introducing Siddhi to every guest.
Geetanjali Devi:
“This is my bahu, Siddhi. The one who brought this trophy home and lifted our family’s head high.”

Guests smiled, some offering genuine blessings, while others whispered behind fans and shawls.

Lady 1 (whispering):
“She is talented, no doubt… but can a girl like her really carry the Pande legacy?”

Lady 2 (snide):
“Talent is one thing, looks and status are another. Let’s see how long this shine lasts.”

The words reached Siddhi’s ears, but she kept her composure, her smile unwavering.

The Subtle Trap

At one corner, Sandhya and Chitra exchanged a glance. Maya leaned in, her voice low but sharp.
Maya:
“Now is the time. Let her stumble in front of everyone.”

Chitra nodded and whispered something to one of the maids. Soon, a tray of sweets Siddhi had kept aside was brought out prematurely. These sweets were still hot, not fully set — if served, they would look sloppy, unprofessional.

Chitra (loudly, pretending to admire):
“Ah, here are Siddhi’s famous chocolate biscuits! Let everyone taste and see why she’s winning competitions.”

The guests eagerly reached for them, but as they bit in, a few frowned. The texture was off, the presentation clumsy. Murmurs began to rise.

Lady 3 (mocking):
“So these are the sweets everyone is praising? A bit raw, aren’t they?”

Another guest chuckled.
Guest:
“Perhaps the victory was luck, not skill.”

Siddhi froze, her cheeks burning, but before she could respond, Vinayak stepped forward.

Vinayak’s Intervention

Vinayak (loud, clear):
“Stop. These are not the sweets Siddhi prepared for you tonight. These were not ready to be served. Someone brought them out without her knowledge.”

His sharp gaze swept across the room and landed briefly on Chitra, who looked away innocently.

Vinayak picked up one biscuit and held it high.
Vinayak:
“Even the best chef can falter if the process is disturbed. But make no mistake — the world has already recognized Siddhi’s talent. And so have I. Tonight, you will taste the real sweets she has prepared — the ones that won hearts in Singapore and here.”

He gestured to Siddhi, who brought out the correct batch. The guests, upon tasting them, nodded in delight, some even clapping.

Lady 1 (embarrassed):
“Ah, now this is truly something! Delicious!”

Lady 2 (murmuring):
“Yes, these are the sweets that deserve praise.”

The murmurs turned into applause again, but Siddhi’s eyes lingered on Vinayak, filled with gratitude.

Private Reactions

Later, as the crowd enjoyed themselves, Siddhi found a quiet moment with Vinayak.

Siddhi (softly):
“Thank you… for standing up for me. If you hadn’t—”

Vinayak interrupted, his tone warm but steady.
Vinayak:
“Siddhi, you don’t need to thank me. This family’s pride is safe because of you. I will never let anyone question that. Not while I am here.”

Her heart skipped, his words echoing deeper than he realized.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Sandhya’s smile was tight.
Sandhya (inwardly):
“He saved her today… but he cannot save her every time. Let her enjoy this moment. The storm is yet to come.”

Chitra nodded, whispering in agreement, while Maya’s eyes burned with silent jealousy.

Reema and Vivaan

After the gathering in the garden, Reema slipped away to meet Vivaan. She looked tense.
Reema:
“They tried again tonight. I saw Chhoti Maa whispering to the maid. It was no accident that those half-cooked sweets were served.”

Vivaan clenched his fists.
Vivaan:
“This is exactly why I told you, Reema — they won’t stop until Siddhi bhabhi breaks. But don’t worry. You and I… we’ll be her shield.”

Reema looked at him, her eyes softening despite the tension. For a moment, she felt safe.