Chapter 4
Angad and Sahiba's Room
Morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on Sahiba as she stood before the mirror, getting ready for college. Angad sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her with admiration.Angad, his voice soft: "You look beautiful, Sahiba."Sahiba, meeting his gaze through the mirror, blushed slightly: "Thank you, Angad."Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, filled with unspoken affection and tenderness.Angad, moving closer: "You know, seeing you like this every morning is a beautiful start to my day."Sahiba, smiling, turned to face him: "And you make every moment special, Angad."He reached out, gently brushing her hair away from her face, his touch lingering.Angad, his tone warm: "Sometimes I wish we could just stay here, lost in each other's company."Sahiba, captivated by his gaze: "I feel the same way."Their closeness enveloped them, the room filled with an undeniable love.As they shared a passionate hug Sahiba broke the hug and informed Angad about her plans for this evening.Sahiba: "By the way, Angad, I'll be heading to my parents' house after college today."Angad's gaze softened, : "That’s good, it will be nice for you to meet everyone."Sahiba, gently: "I know. it'll be good to spend some time with them."Angad nodded, a small smile on his lips: "Of course. Just make sure to come back tome today."Sahiba's eyes met his, filled with promise: "Always, I will most likely be back before dinner."Their affectionate exchange spoke volumes, deepening their connection before they reluctantly parted ways to face the day ahead.As they stepped out of their room, Angad gently took Sahiba's hand in his. It was a familiar gesture, but this morning, Sahiba felt a rush of shyness as they walked towards the breakfast table.Sahiba, softly: "Angad, please let go. Everyone will see."Angad, with a playful smile: "You're my legally wedded wife, Sahiba. Let them see."Sahiba blushed, attempting to free her hand from his firm grasp. Angad, with a playful smile: "But you're my legally wedded wife, Sahiba.”Sahiba chuckled softly, glancing around to see if anyone was noticing their intertwined hands.Sahiba, teasingly: "Well, can't we just walk normally like everyone else?"Angad, pretending to consider: "Hmm, I suppose we could... But where's the fun in that?"Sahiba rolled her eyes playfully, her smile betraying her attempt to appear composed.Sahiba: "Please Angad."Angad grinned mischievously, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.Angad: "Admit it, you secretly enjoy it."Sahiba laughed softly, her eyes meeting his with affection.Sahiba, gently pulling away: "Alright, Mera Gabru Sardar, time to let go."Angad reluctantly released her hand, but his gaze remained fixed on her with undeniable fondness.Angad: "Only because you asked so nicely, Sahiba."At the dining table, Angad and Sahiba greeted everyone with warm smiles. Garry, Veer, and Kiara exchanged glances, noticing the evident happiness between their eldest brother and Bhabhi.Kiara, smiling: "Seeing them together like this makes me so happy."Veer nodded in agreement, a grin playing on his lips.Veer: "Yeah, they look like newlyweds."Garry chimed in, his expression reflective.Garry: "I hope they always stay this happy and happier. They deserve everything."As everyone sat down enjoying their breakfast, the room was filled with lively chatter and the clinking of utensils. Amidst the cheerful atmosphere, Angad discreetly reached under the table and gently clasped Sahiba's hand in his, preventing her from picking up her utensils. Sahiba looked at Angad in surprise, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to suppress a smile.Sahiba, softly: "Angad, not now..."Angad grinned playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Angad, whispering: "Just a little longer. Enjoy the moment."Sahiba couldn't help but giggle softly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and endearment at Angad's playful gesture. She glanced around the table, hoping no one would notice their secret exchange.Meanwhile, Kiara noticed the subtle interaction between her brother and Bhabhi, sharing a knowing smile with Veer and Garry. Veer winked mischievously at Kiara, while Garry nodded approvingly, silently appreciating the bond between Angad and Sahiba.Sahiba, with a sly smile, discreetly reached under the table with her left hand and gently tickled Angad's thigh. Angad, caught off guard, couldn't contain his laughter and let out an unexpected chuckle.Sahiba pretended innocence, turning to Angad with a playful grin. "What happened, Angad?" she asked innocently, knowing full well the effect of her actions.Hansraj, noticing Angad's laughter, looked over with curiosity. "What's going on, Angad, share the joke?" he inquired, eyebrows raised.Manveer chimed in, also curious. "Is everything alright, Angad?" she asked, concerned.Garry, sensing something amusing, leaned in with interest. "What's happening, Angad?" he asked, joining in the inquiry.Angad, trying to stifle his laughter, exchanged a brief glance with Sahiba before composing himself. "Oh, it's nothing," he replied, attempting to play off the moment.However, Sahiba couldn't hold back her own laughter, finding the situation too amusing. "Sorry, I just remembered something funny," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.The family, now intrigued by the mysterious laughter, shared amused looks and shrugged, returning to their breakfast conversation.
Monga House
Seerat was bustling around her room, carefully selecting her outfit for the upcoming interview with a promising new brand. Keerat had excitedly shared the news about this opportunity, revealing that a friend had recommended Seerat as a potential model for the brand's upcoming launch. Little did Seerat know, Veer and Keerat were secretly orchestrating a plan to bring her and Garry closer together through this venture.Unbeknownst to Seerat, the brand she was interviewing for happened to be Garry's fashion venture. Even Garry himself was unaware that Seerat was being considered as the main model for his brand. The decision ultimately rested with Jasleen, Garry's mother, who was working alongside Veer and Keerat to bring the two closer together.As Seerat meticulously prepared herself, little hints of excitement and nervousness danced across her features. Keerat, ever the supportive sister, offered encouraging words. "You look stunning, Seerat Di. This opportunity could be a turning point for you!"She hoped that this encounter would pave the way for reconciliation between Seerat and Garry.
Studio
Seerat arrived at the interviewing studio, her anticipation mixing with a sense of curiosity as she recognized familiar faces from the Brar Mansion. Taking a seat in the waiting area, she was soon approached by a woman who informed her that the boss was ready to see her.As Seerat entered the room, her eyes widened in surprise as she came face to face with Garry, the boss himself. The realization struck her suddenly, and she felt a rush of mixed emotions at the unexpected encounter.Seerat stood frozen in the doorway, her gaze meeting Garry's in a mix of surprise and uncertainty. Garry's eyes lit up with a genuine happiness at seeing her."Seerat, I... I didn't expect to see you here," Garry said, his voice soft with a hint of a smile.Seerat's heart fluttered as she struggled to find her words. "I didn't know this was your business," she managed to reply, her voice tinged with a mixture of emotions.Garry stepped forward, his expression earnest. "It is, and I'm glad you're here," he said, a touch of warmth in his eyes.Seerat felt a rush of conflicting feelings—surprise, curiosity, and a flicker of something deeper—as Garry's presence enveloped her. She glanced around the studio, suddenly aware of the significance of this unexpected encounter."I can leave if it's uncomfortable," Seerat offered, ready to retreat from the situation.Garry shook his head gently, his gaze unwavering. "No, please stay. There's no one more perfect than you for this," he said earnestly, his words carrying a weight of unspoken meaning.Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Seerat sensed a shift in the air—a possibility of reconciliation, of moving forward from the past. Emotions swirled within her—longing, hope, and a cautious optimism.As they stood facing each other, surrounded by the studio's quiet ambiance, Seerat and Garry shared a silent understanding, their unspoken connection bridging the gap between them. This unexpected reunion hinted at a potential new beginning, where old wounds might heal and new paths could be forged.
Brar Mansion:
Veer Room:
Veer sat on the couch in his room, fidgeting with his phone as he waited for Keerat to answer his call. After a few rings, Keerat's cheerful voice came through."Hey, Veer! What's up?" Keerat's voice carried a lightness that instantly lifted Veer's spirits."Hey, Keerat! I was just thinking about everything... about Seerat Bhabhi and Garry Bro," Veer began, his tone sincere.Keerat paused on the other end, her voice softening. "Yeah, it's been quite a journey for them. I really hope things work out."Veer nodded, even though Keerat couldn't see him. "I do too. I know that they both still care for each other despite everything""I believe in them," Keerat said, her voice filled with quiet determination. "Maybe this modelling gig will bring them closer."Veer smiled faintly. "I hope so. They deserve a chance to start over.""Let's pray for them," Keerat suggested warmly.Veer closed his eyes briefly, silently hoping for a positive outcome. "Yeah, let's pray."In that moment, Veer and Keerat shared a silent prayer, their hearts united in a wish for Seerat and Garry's happiness. As they concluded their call, a sense of hope lingered, paving the way for the possibility of new beginnings and renewed connections."By the way, Veer," Keerat began, “Any updates on your music career since ek kudi became a success?"Veer's face lit up with a smile. "Actually, something amazing happened. I've received a contract with a music company. They want me to record a few tracks and even consider an album!"Keerat's eyes widened with excitement. "Wow, Veer! That's incredible news! I'm so happy for you."Veer nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Keerat. I couldn't have done it without your support. Remember when you encouraged me to post my singing videos online? That really boosted my confidence."Keerat beamed. "I'm glad I could help. You're so talented, Veer. This contract is just the beginning for you."Veer's expression softened with gratitude. "Thanks, Keerat. Your belief in me means a lot. Let's keep supporting each other, like we always have."
Monga House
Sahiba smiled warmly as she entered her parents' house. Her mother and Tayji welcomed her with open arms, their faces lighting up with happiness."Welcome home, puttar," her mother said affectionately, embracing Sahiba.Tayji joined in, her eyes twinkling with joy. "It's so good to see you, Sahiba. How are Angad and your in-laws?"Sahiba settled in, sharing updates about Angad and their life together. "Angad is doing well, Tayji. Everyone else is good too."How's everything else here? How's Seerat Di doing? And Keerat?"Santosh expression softened. "Seerat is trying to restart her modelling career, she has gone for an interview today and Keerat has been supportive of Veer's music journey.”As Sahiba spent time with her mother and Tayji, the conversation eventually turned to Keerat and Veer's relationship. Sensing her mother's concern, Sahiba hesitated before addressing the topic."Mummy, how do you feel about Keerat and Veer being together?" Sahiba asked cautiously, gauging her mother's reaction.Santosh's expression tightened slightly, revealing her reservations. "Puttar, you know I have my concerns. Veer is a good boy, but their relationship... it's complicated."Tayji interjected gently, "Santosh, Veer has always been respectful . And Keerat seems so happy with him."Sahiba nodded in agreement, trying to ease her mother's worries. "Yes, Mummy. They care about each other a lot. Maybe with time..."Santosh sighed, her gaze softening. "I just want what's best for Keerat. I worry that she's moving too fast."Sahiba reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her mother's arm. "We'll support Keerat, Mummy. And I'm sure Veer will take good care of her."Santosh smiled gratefully at Sahiba, her maternal concern evident. "Thank you, Puttar. I trust your judgment. Let's hope for the best."As they continued their conversation, Sahiba observed her mother's concern deepen, sensing the weight of Santosh's worries about Keerat's recent changes.Santosh expressed her concern to Sahiba more directly. "Sahiba, the reason why I'm worried about Keerat is because she's neglecting her wrestling career."Sahiba's eyes widened in surprise. "Mummy, what are you saying? Keerat has always been passionate about wrestling."Santosh nodded sadly. "I know, beta, but lately, she's been more focused on impressing Veer's family and supporting his career. I'm afraid she's losing touch with her true aspirations."Sahiba frowned, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I understand, Mummy. I'll talk to Keerat about this. It's important for her to prioritize her own dreams and not lose sight of what's truly important to her."Santosh sighed, grateful for Sahiba's understanding. "Thank you, puttar. I just want what's best for Keerat."Sahiba nodded reassuringly, determined to support her sister through this challenging phase.Sahiba nodded understandingly, hoping to ease her mother's anxieties while silently contemplating how best to support Keerat through this phase of change and growth.As they were engrossed in discussing Keerat, she unexpectedly walked in, stunning Sahiba with her transformed appearance. Her youngest sister, typically seen in casual tracksuits or jeans and shirts, now sported a flowing maxi skirt paired with a blouse, her hair cascading freely around her shoulders, adorned with makeup and jewelry. Sahiba immediately understood why her mother's concerns had heightened.Keerat approached and enveloped Sahiba in a tight hug, her excitement palpable.Sahiba, subtly addressing her sister's changed style, remarked, "Keerat, you look very pretty. But did you go to wrestling like this?"Keerat chuckled, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Actually, Di, I didn't go wrestling today. I'll resume from tomorrow. By the way, I have some exciting news to share with you ladies."Intrigued, Sahiba listened as Keerat revealed how she and Veer were playing cupid for Garry and Seerat. The revelation caught everyone by surprise, her curiosity piqued as Keerat unfolded her plans for their family members' happiness.Sahiba, concerned for Keerat's wrestling career, gently reminded her, "That's good to hear, but Keerat, you need to focus on your wrestling too now, okay?"Keerat nodded with a smile, understanding Sahiba's point.Seerat returned, and Sahiba greeted her warmly. The sisters shared a hug, yet Sahiba couldn't ignore the lingering tension caused by Seerat's past actions. Despite their embrace, there were still unresolved issues between them that needed to be addressed. Sahiba wanted to ask Seerat about how her interview went but she didn’t want her to feel she is invading her personal space so she stayed quiet.As Santosh excused herself to make tea and Tayji stepped out to answer a phone call, the three sisters found themselves alone in the living room. Seerat glanced at Sahiba with a curious expression, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and inquiry.Seerat: "Sahiba, how's everything at Brar Mansion? Is Manveer Mami accepting you as her daughter-in-law?"Sahiba's expression faltered slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing across her features. She shook her head in response, her voice tinged with resignation.Sahiba: "No, I still call her Manveer Ma’am”Sahiba's voice carried a hint of despondency as she shared her doubts with her sisters.Seerat and Keerat exchanged sympathetic glances, understanding the weight of Sahiba's emotions.Seerat: "Give it time, Sahiba. Sometimes, these things take longer than expected."Keerat chimed in with a hopeful tone, trying to lift Sahiba's spirits.Keerat: "Don't lose hope, Sahiba Di."Sahiba nodded, her gaze reflecting a mix of resignation and determination.The sisters shared a moment of solidarity, their unspoken bond providing comfort in the face of uncertainty. As the conversation unfolded, Santosh returned with a tray of tea, her expression warm yet tinged with concern. She noticed the serious atmosphere and inquired gently.Santosh: "What's the matter, girls? Why does it seem so serious?"Seerat glanced mischievously at Keerat before answering, "Mom, Manveer Mami still hasn't fully accepted Sahiba as a daughter-in-law. It's making her upset."Santosh's gaze shifted to Sahiba, her concern deepening. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke earnestly.Santosh: "Sahiba, perhaps the way to Manveer Behnji's heart is through a grandchild. That might change things."Seerat and Keerat couldn't resist teasing Sahiba further at their mother's suggestion, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.Seerat, teasingly: "Oh Sahiba, imagine little footsteps echoing in the mansion. Maybe that's all it takes!"Keerat joined in with a playful smirk, nudging Sahiba gently. "Yes, Sahiba Di, you might just have to give us a little niece or nephew."Sahiba, feeling both shy and amused by their teasing, glanced at Santosh, half-expecting her mother to join in the jest. However, Santosh's expression remained serious, emphasizing the weight of her suggestion.Santosh, maintaining her sincerity: "I'm serious, Sahiba. Perhaps it's time you and Angad have a conversation about this."Sahiba, feeling increasingly shy under her sisters' teasing, interjected softly.Sahiba: "Mummy, please..."But her mother carried on, emphasizing the importance of the matter, while Seerat and Keerat continued their light-hearted banter. Santosh, gently but firmly: "You need to talk to Angad about this, Sahiba. It might be the key to resolving this situation."Seerat and Keerat exchanged playful glances, unable to resist adding to Sahiba's embarrassment.Seerat, with a sly grin: "Come on, Sahiba Di. It's all for the good of the family!"Keerat chimed in, unable to contain her amusement. "Yes, Sahiba. You'll see, Manveer Aunty will melt like butter!"Sahiba couldn't help but smile despite her embarrassment, appreciating her sisters' attempts to lighten the mood. She glanced at her mother, her expression a mix of bashfulness and determination.Sahiba: "Alright, Mummy. I will think about it."However, Santosh shook her head slightly, her expression conveying a sense of urgency as she began to share a personal story.Santosh: "Sahiba, do you know, I found out I was pregnant with Seerat just one month after my marriage. And now, it will be a year to your marriage soon..."Sahiba's eyes widened in surprise as Santosh emphasized the timing of her own experience, hoping to convey the significance of her suggestion. Santosh's revelation about her own experience left Sahiba feeling a mix of surprise and bashfulness. The weight of her mother's words lingered in the air, underscoring the gravity of her suggestion.Santosh's tone softened as she urged Sahiba to consider her words.Santosh: "Sometimes, these things have a way of bringing families closer. It will also bring you and Angad closer. Think about it, puttar."Sahiba felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, the conversation veering into personal territory that made her uneasy. She quickly finished her tea, eager to excuse herself from the discussion.Sahiba: "I should get going now, Mummy. Seerat Di, Keerat, take care, and give Tayji and Papa my regards."Santosh nodded, her expression understanding yet determined.Santosh: "Think about what I said, puttar. Take care."
As Sahiba bid farewell and left, her mind was abuzz with thoughts about the future and the weight of her mother's advice. She knew she needed to have a serious conversation with Angad about their plans, but for now, the idea felt both daunting and intriguing. Despite their deep affection for each other, Sahiba and Angad had not yet openly confessed their feelings. The notion of having a baby felt like a significant step and, at this moment, too soon for her.Walking back towards the Brar Mansion, Sahiba pondered the complexities of married life and the expectations placed upon her. She cherished her relationship with Angad but felt uncertain about the prospect of parenthood. The conversation with her mother replayed in her mind, prompting a mix of emotions—resistance, curiosity, and a desire for clarity.
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