OS: Yeh Shaadi Toh Aapko Karni Padegi Updated on Page:4 - Page 3

Originally posted by: MishBirStruck

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Originally posted by: SheThought

Hiya Aazeen!!!

We interacted a bit earlier in this forum!

My favorite writer from KRP 🤗🤗

Happy that the writer in you is back 😃

Aayiye aayiye welcome! *abir style*

Waiting for your OS!

It feels like ages since I wrote last...

Anyway.. update post ho jaaye toh main chain se jeeyun...😆

Originally posted by: Soulmate27

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Bhaiyon aur behno, Commentators aur Silent Readers... Current Track ko Madd-e-Nazar rakhte hue, Dil zara bechain ho raha tha... Phir socha ki apni Writing skills ka thoda sa use kiya jaaye aur likha jaaye ek OS... Jo hum dekhna chahte hain show mein aur filhaal aa nahi raha hai... Toh nazrein jamaaye rakhein, hum pesh-e-Khidmat karte hain OS kuch waqt mein... Tab tak aap sab humara intezaar keejiye...smiley17smiley36

So, here it goes...

OS: Yeh Shaadi Toh Aapko Karni Padegi

Mishti stood totally dumbfounded as she was supposed to walk towards the altar of her wedding with Nishant. She always chided Abir for being so filmy, yet the lyrics of the Kuch Kuch Hota hai Song plagued her mind ever since her meeting with Abir the previous night:

Jaan-e-wafa hoke beqaraar,

Barson kiya maine intezar,

Par kabhi tuney nahin,

Ye tab kaha, jo ab kaha,

Dil bebasi mein chupke se rota hai,

Kya karoon haaye,

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

Last night, when the rasm of being awake the whole night was going on, Kuhu had somehow convinced her to meet Abir one last time, and close the chapter forever. How she wished that she had not met him and had got married to Nannu without knowing the truth; because the truth was not only harsh but also very shattering. If she suffered heartbreak, he was way more pathetic. His mother no doubt was a cruel lady. How dare she use Kunal as a bait against her and Abir’s union. But the bottom line was the fact that she had absolutely no option to either choose Abir or Nannu, because her bade papa had given her no option, but a final decision where Nannu was the only match. Mishti cried buckets, literally broken, but wrenching her heart she asked his forgiveness, and also the permission to move on... She was falling on her knees, and Abir caught her in time and sat with her on the ground of the familiar place of their dates and meetings from their courtship times, where last he had broken up with her...

“Abir, tumne itni deir kyu kar di? Kyu? Tum jaante ho, main tumse kitna pyaar karti thi, aur abhi bhi karti hoon... Kal meri shaadi ho jaayegi, toh pata nahi mera haq rahega bhi ke nahi ke main tumse aagey bhi pyaar karoon...” Mishti sobbed.

“Main akele hi tumse itna pyaar karunga ki tum na bhi karo, toh bhi chal jaayega...” Abir’s eyes tore with tears.

“Abir, ab kuch nahi ho sakta, bohot deir ho gayi hai... Main chaahke bhi Bade Papa- Badi Maa, Nannu, Jasmeet Aunty, baaki sab ghar walo ka dil nahi todd sakti... Main kya karoon Abir, Main kya karoon...” Mishti hugged his shoulder and cried her heart out.

“Mishti, mujhe bas ye lagta hai ki tumhein sach pata hona chahiye tha... Aagey tumhara faisla hoga...Aaj ke baad tum jo bhi faisla logi, jo bhi karogi; main tumse hi pyaar karta rahunga. Aur yeh mera sach hai.” Abir had assured her.

Mishti had finally collected herself and moved away from that place. Though she had no courage to get into her house with such a face, and thus she decided to sit under a tree in front of her house to clear her mind and cheer herself up to at least pretend before the family that “Everything’s awesome!” ... A small girl with a bunch of balloons came quietly to her handed her the balloons, wiping her tears, ran away... And Mishti was left with a bittersweet smile that Abir knows just when and how to make her smile. With that she had returned home, and readied herself to marry Nannu as her family wishes for her... Little did she know that at the final moment, her feet would refuse to drag, her mind would refuse to work, her eyes would refuse to stay dry and her lips would refuse to smile and instead droop into a pout, uttering nothing.

Mishti shook out of her stupor when she felt herself being dragged down the staircase to the altar right in the middle of the hall of Maheshwari Sadan. She looked shocked seeing an aggressive look on Nannu’s face... Amongst everything, things have come so low that she is being forcefully taken to her mandap... Well, when she had agreed to marry him, she should have walked down to the mandap... Why create a scene right before that... She looked apologetically at Nishant, and was about to move to her seat, when instead she was stopped in the middle of the hall, in a shocking halt... She and the rest of the family kept looking at them in total confusion, when he finally spoke-

“Abhi bhi kuch bologi, ya ghar walo ke haathon bali ki bakri banne ka decide hi kar liya hai tumne, Miss Teapot?”

“Nannu, ye tu kya bol raha hai...” Jasmeet looked shocked. She anyway was dreading any moment the marriage alliance to break due to Mishti.

“Main yahi bol raha hoon Mom, ki ye Mishti apne dil ki baat bolegi, ya Dadu ko khush karne ke liye, ye chup-chaap ek bin pyaar ki shaadi mein bandh jaayegi, aur saari zindagi uss insaan se khaamoshi se pyaar karti rahegi, jisne khud bhi khaamoshi se saari zindagi isse pyaar karne ka waada kiya hai... Tere liye hum hain jeeye honthon ko seeye... Bhai waah! Shahrukh Khan ki movie chal rahi hai kya? Arre haan! Chal toh rahi hai... KKHH na Mishti, jo tu London mein dekhti rehti thi... Bade-bade shehron mein choti choti baatein hoti rehti hain Senorita! Wali movie... Hai na?”

“Woh DDLJ thi Nishant!” Abir came out of the blue, and corrected him.

“Oh yes! Sorry Bro... Main tum logo jaisa film bug nahi hoon... Mujhe shaayari bhi nahi aati... Ghuma-phira ke baat bhi nahi karta hoon... See, try kiya tha aur miserably fail bhi ho gaya... Isi liye nahi karta main ye sab baatein...” Nishant spoke so coolly that it was impossible to detect that he was the same person who was having lines of anger and worry on his face a while ago...

Their camaraderie was broken by Vishambhar, who was absolutely serious and strict- “Aap itne besharam kaise ho sakte hain Abir... Humne kitni baar aapko mana kar diya yahan aane ke liye, aap ne bhi waada kiya tha ki aap ab kabhi bhi mishti ke saamne nahi aayenge... Phir bhi chale aaye, wo bhi uski shaadi ke din?”

“Dadu, aaj inhein maine bulaya hai... Mere insist karne par aaye hain Abir yahan...” Nishant clarified.

“Aapne? Ab kyu beta... Aap jaante hain ye sab Mishti ke liye waise hi kitna mushkil tha... Aur kyu kathin kar rahe hain aap beta?” Bade Papa asked.

“Kyuki, sach akele mujhe ya inn dono ko pata ho, aur aap sabko nahin, toh ye naainsaafi hogi... Kisi ne aaj tak Abir se poocha nahi ki wo Mishti ko itna pyaar karte they toh achanak ek zara si baat pe aise kaise naraz ho gaye ki apni shaadi se kuch din pehle hi rishta todd diya? Main samajhta hoon ki Abir ko aaj ek mauka milna hi chahiye ki aakhir usne jo kiya wo kyu kiya...” Nannu politely put his point forward.

Vishambhar Maheshwari shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His intuition said that the moment Abir will speak, he will justify his action, and his liking of this boy wouldn’t be able to stop him from forgiving him... And what will happen to this boy of his house, his grandson Nishant? If he can’t do injustice to Abir he can’t be unjust to Nishant as well... This is definitely going to be hard for him being the patriarch of the house.

Vishambhar’s intuitions were proving him right as Abir begun his side of the tale and as much he regretted the unfortunate turn of events, he felt a certain kind of despise for Meenakshi Rajvansh, who was a lady of such low conscience, and most of all he felt sorry for all the three kids who are in a triangle of this relationship... Shaurya ki Maa was so right when she said that he hasted in fixing Mishti’s marriage with Nishant... Now what should he be doing, he himself felt the fix for the first time, understanding the exact vulnerability of Mishti...

“Humein bohot afsos hai Abir beta, lekin hum samajh nahi paa rahe hain ki hum nyay karein toh kiske saath... Aapke saath nyaay karne ka sochte hain toh lagta hai ki Nishant ke saath anyaay ho raha hai, uski bhaavnaayein jaga ke hum usko beech majhdaar chodh denge, jab ki unki maa toh kabhi bhi iss rishte ke liye raazi nahi thi... Aur agar hum apni zubaan par kaayam rehte hain aur apne ghar ke bachhe ka saath dete hain, toh hum na sirf aapke saath anyaay karenge, balki apni beti ke saath bhi dhokha karenge... Unke jazbaat jaante hue bhi hum unko ek aise rishte mein baandh denge jahan uske paas nishant ko dene ke liye dosti se zyada kuch nahi hoga... Kyuki aapka sach jaanne ke baad toh wo kisi aur ko pyaar dene ke baare mein soch bhi nahi sakti... Aaj hum iss ghar ke bade hote hue bhi faisla nahi le paa rahe hain, hum toh jis taraf dekh rahe hain, khud ko aur humare rishton ko haara hua hi paa rahe hain... Koi humein ye bata de ki hum karein toh kya?” Vishambhar sat dejectedly on the nearby sofa, his head in the cup of his palms.

“Nahi Dadu, aap nahi haare hain, na aapke rishte haare hain...” Nishant sat on his hunches and held on to Vishambhar’s hands on his knees. “Meri nazar se dekhiye toh jeet hi jeet hai... Aapki parvarish ki jeet hai ki aapne Mishti ke liye jo sahi samjha, usne aapki baat ka maan rakh liya mujhse shaadi ke liye haan keh ke... Hottie... I mean Dadi ke vishwaas ki jeet hai, jo wo kehti thi ke ek din Abir aayega aur kahega ki badi maa mujhe maaf kar deejiye; dekhiye, dadi ka vishwaas khada hai...” he pointed towards Abir... “Aur sabse badhke, Mishti ka pyaar jeet gaya Dadu... Wo humesha kehti thi ke ‘Nannu tu mera wala pyaar nahi samajhta... Mera wala pyaar Abir jaanta hai... Aur main jaanti hoon Abir ko, zaroor koi majboori rahi hogi jo usne ye rishta toda... Tum dekhna Nannu, wo jab apni majboori se bahar aayega, toh kahega Mishti maine humesha tumse pyaar kiya hai, aaj bhi karta hoon, aur saari zindagi karta rahunga, kyuki sun west se rise ho sakta hai lekin Abir pyar karna nahi chodh sakta... Wo bana hi pyaar karne ke liye hai...’ Dekhiye Dadu, Mishti ka Pyaar khada hai...” he pointed towards Abir again...

“Main nahi kehti thi Taayiji ke ye rishta mat keejiye, ek din Abir aa jaayega, aur aap sab ka dil pighal jaayega, aur mere Nannu ka dil toot jaayega... Dekhiye, mera darr bilkul sahi tha... Lekin Taayaji ne meri ek na suni...” Jasmeet cried.

“Haan mom, dil toh toota mera... Mann bhi kiya ki kuch aisa karoon ki Abir ko Mishti se door kar doon... Lekin mom, Main Mishti ko Abir se door kaise karoon? Wo toh uski rag-rag mein basaa hai... Aur phir ye aansoo Mishti ke aankhon mein dekh rahi hain aap? Ye na khushi ke aansoo hain aur na gham ke... Ye bebasi ke aansoo hain, jiski wajah hum sab hain... Hum sab bhi toh uska dil hi tod rahe they... Aur kis ummeed se uska dil tod rahe they? Ki ek din wo apne toote dil ke tukde jod ke apna dil mujhe de degi? Mom, wo kal bhi mujhe apni dosti offer karti thi, aaj bhi wahi kar rahi hai, aur apne bandaged dil ke saath bhi apni dosti hi offer kar paati... Kyuki, Karan Johar pagal hai, pyaar dosti nahi hoti... Ya toh pyaar hota hai ya dosti hoti hai... Husband-wife dost ban sakte hain, par dost husband-wife bane aur dosti nibhaayein, ye zaroori nahi hai... Mom, abhi mujhe bura lag raha hai, lekin saari zindagi Mishti ki bebasi dekhke main kabhi khush nahi reh paata... Kyuki har cheez se badhke, hum sab ka sirf ek hi maksad raha hai ki Mishti khush rahe... Aur Mishti ki khushi Abir mein hai toh hum kaun hote hain uski khushiyaan cheenne wale?” Nishant explained.

“Aur teri khushiyon ka kya Nannu? Tu Mishti ko khoke khush rahega?” Jasmeet asked.

“Mom, meri khushi Mishti ki khushi mein hai, aap sab ki khushi mein hai, zindagi mein aagey badhne mein hai, move on karne mein hai... Crib karne ke liye hazaar reasons milenge Mom, khush rehne ke liye ek reason hi sahi, dhoondhna padta hai...” Nannu addressed his mother and then turned towards Vishambhar- “Dadu, aapka kya faisla hai?”

“Humara faisla ye hai ki Mishti, Yeh shaadi toh aapko karni padegi...” Vishambhar said in a steely voice... Mishti’s breath was caught in her throat at the decision... Abir could hardly gulp the lump in this throat... Was Bade Papa telling Mishti that she has to marry Nannu? Well, the answer came in the form of a smile on Bade Papa’s face as he read their reactions- “Arre humara matlab hai Abir se... Aapki toh saansein hi ruk gayi beta...” he laughed off... Followed by the smile that finally formed on Mishti’s face, which each one of them missed terribly.

Abir took a nano-second as he joined his hands and touched Bade Papa’s feet, which Bade Papa caught him in a moment and holding his shoulders he said- “Abir, beta pyaar karna aasaan hai, nibhaana aur mushkil aur usko sambhaal ke rakhna toh sabse mushkil hai... Aaj kya aagey bhi kayi rukaawatein aayengi... Lekin, hum aapko sirf ek salaah denge... Jisko aap apni ardhaangini banana chaah rahe hain, usko apna better half maaniye bhi, wo haqdaar hain har uss baat ko jaanne ki, jisse wo judi hon, ya aap ya aapka parivaar juda ho... Mahino pehle agar aapne zara si himmat karke sirf Mishti ko sach bata diya hota, toh ye 3 mahine kya, wo agle 7 janam aapke bina akele, khushi-khushi guzaar deti... Lekin, aapne unhein andhere mein rakh kar, apne hi rishte ko musibat mein daal diya... Hum chaahte hain ki aagey se aap dono na sirf ek dusre ke saathi banein, balki ek dusre ke raazdaar bhi baniye, aur phir dekhiye, Meenakshi ji kya, koi bhi aapke rishte ko tod nahi sakta... Mishti beta, ye rule aap pe bhi apply hota hai...” to which Mishti nodded and hugged her bade papa.

“Achha chalo, ye rona dhona kab tak chalta rahega? Abir, tumhein kapde change karna bhi hai ya isi jeans-jacket mein phere padwaaoge?” Badi Maa nudged all of them from the emotional conversation.

“Ab... Badi Maa, main toh koi aur kapde laya nahi hoon... Ab toh main ghar chodh ke bhi nahi jaata jo ek extra bag pack ho... Main kaise change...” Abir was confused.

“Don’t worry bhai, aapke Nanko ke hote hue aaj se... Balki ab se aapko tension nahi leni hai... Ye sherwani aapne Mishti ke saath... I mean, bhabhi ke saath shaadi ke liye select ki thi 3 mahine pehle... Jab delivery aayi toh maine chupa di thi ke kahin aap isko dekhke hurt na ho jaao... Kuhu ne jab bataya ki ye sab ho raha hai, toh main turant leke aa gaya...” Kunal sheepishly told... “Toh chalein ready hoke aate hain bhai...”

“Jaldi aana... Hashtag Dulhan se late Dulha mat banke aana... Aur tum Kunal Hashtag Dulhan Ke Dewar Beware!” Kuhu shouted at their back, which was accompanied by giggles from the rest of the family.

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Mishti was brewing in a different kind of nostalgia... Her coming to this house as a little teenager, she never knew her life would turn out to be such an amazing experience, she did not know... Now today, sitting in the mandap before the holy fire, offering the holy offerings into it with the man of her dreams felt like the most blissful day of her life... She couldn’t thank enough the family that she has got that forgave her and Abir, and still readily agreed for this marriage even without persuasion was a day right out of her dreams... She couldn’t have asked for more. She came to reality with Abir poking his elbow on her arm, to look at Pandit ji, who was giving her a flower, a fruit and other offerings, so that her hand could be put on Abir’s hand for the Kanyadaan, that Vishambhar and Rajshri did emotionally, and Kuhu and Kunal tying the holy knot of Mishti’s chunni with Abir’s stole.

“Kya baat hai Mishti... Abhi se sapne dekhne lag gayi kya apni first night ke, jiski planning tum pata nahi kab se kar rahi ho...” Abir teased her after the gathbandhan, for being dreamy.

“Shut up Abir... Main toh soch rahi thi ke hum kitne lucky hain, bin maange kitna kuch mil gaya... Tum mil gaye... Aaj inn pheron ke saath hum apne bhi vows lenge... Tumhein pata hai BFF aur Naira di ne bhi aisa hi kiya tha...”

“Tumhein sharam nahi aati, apni hi shaadi ke mandap mein baithke tum apne pichle boyfriend ki baat kar rahi ho, wo bhi apne pati ke saath?” Abir teased her again.

“Tum Chat show mein aaye koi neta ho?” “Bina preparation ke exam dene aaye student ho?” “Nashe mein ho?” “Agar nahi ho toh bakwaas kyu kar rahe ho?”

“Arre matlab mujhe ab jealous hone ka bhi haq nahi hai?” Abir asked.

“Nahi hai... You’ve got no reason to be jealous Abir... Maine tumhare siva kabhi kisi se wo wala pyaar nahi kiya jiske liye, jiske saath main apni saari zindagi pyaar karte guzaar doon... Aur ye sach hai jisko koi jhutla nahi sakta ki maine tumse waisa wala pyaar kiya hai... Aur tumhari jagah koi nahi le sakta... Na BFF aur na koi aur... Tum mere ho aur main tumhari hoon, and that’s all it matters.” Mishti replied, before Abir could utter anything else, the Pandit spoke.

“Aap dono ab pheron ke liye khade ho jaaiye...” “Pehla phera... Aap jo karye karenge, dharm aur daampatye ke... Saath milkar karenge” the priest spoke.

“Main vachan leta hoon ki main aaj se, balki ab se jo bhi karunga, wo Mishti ko bata ke karunga... Taaki avishwaas aur andhere mein humara rishta kabhi bhi na rahe...” Abir added his vow in the priest's words as they walked the first circle around the sacred fire, Mishti following his lead.

“Dusra vachan, aap kanya ke mata pita ko apne mata pita ki tarah hi sammaan denge, jaise wo aapke mata pita ko dengi...” the pandit spoke.

“Main vachan deta hoon ki uske mata-pita mein hi main apne adarsh mata-pita ki chhavi dekhunga... Aur mere har uss rishte se bacha ke rakhunga, jisse meri patni ko koi bhi aanch aaye...” Abir spoke solemnly, but looked at nobody in particular, but sent the message clearly that his parents will never be a trouble to mishti from this day on.

“Teesra vacahan, aap jeevan ki har avastha mein apni patni ka paalan karenge, unka dhyaan rakhenge, sukh-dukh mein unke saathi banenge...” the pandit recited.

“Main Vachan deta hoon ki apni pati ki khushi ko main apne jeevan ka aadhaar banaaunga, uske jeevan ko sukh, prem aur santushti se bhar dunga.” Abir vowed.

“Chautha vachan, ki aap apni sabhi zimmedaariyon ka vahan karenge...”

“Main vachan deta hoon ki apni har zimmedari ko puri sharddha ke saath pura karunga, kisi bhi roop mein peeche nahi hatunga” in other words Abir promised to never leave the house ever again, yet will fulfill all the duties he has. He completed his fourth circle, after which Mishti walked in front of him.

“Paanchwa vachan, kanya, apne hone wale pati ko degi, ke jeevan ke har faisle mein wo apne pati ka saath degi, aur uske sujhaav pati aur parivaar ke liye mahatvapoorn honge...” Pandit ji spoke.

“Main vachan leti hoon ke main main apne pati ke har faisle mein unka saath dungi, aur uske aur unke parivaar ke liye har tarah se achha faisla lungi aur sujhaav dungi.” mishti vowed as she walked the fifth circle, and abir followed.

“Chhatta vachan, aapas ki baaton ke kaaran, pati-pati ek dusre ka apmaan kisi ke saamne na karein. Ek dusre ko pure samman aur prem ke saath rahein.”

“Main vachan leti hoon ki apne-apne pati aur dono parivaaron ke sammaan ko banaaye rakhoon, aur sab ke beech pyaar baandh ke rakhoon.”

“Aur Saatva vachan, pati-patni ke beech kisi ko jagah na dee jaaye. Pati-patni ke rishte ka sammaan ho.”

“Main vachan leti hoon, ki Abir ki jagah meri zindagi mein kabhi koi nahi lega, aur puri koshish karungi ke unke bhi dil mein mere siwa kisi aur stree ki jagah na bane...” Mishti spoke, but didn’t walk, because abir spoke the same- “Main bhi ye vachan deta hoon ki apni zindagi mein mishti hi meri patni, premika aur priyasi rahegi, aur uski jagah kabhi kisi ko nahi dunga.” and they walked the final circle around the holy fire, and finally sat back to their place before the holy fire...

Abir’s eyes shone with unshed happiness and pride, as he filled Mishti’s hair parting... Kuhu who was holding Mishti’s maang teeka up for Abir to fill her parting mumbled- “Abir bro... bohot zyada sindoor nahi daalna... warna uska makeup kharab ho jaayega... Hashtag makeup disaster... OOPS! Kya Abir bhai, uski nose red kar di aapne thodi-thodi...” Kuhu cribbed.

“Arre yaar, main bhi pehli hi baar shaadi kar raha hoon bro! Main koi ghar se practice thodi na karke aa raha tha ki maang bharne ke liye kitna sindoor uthaana chahiye...” Abir mumbled back.

“Stop it you both... Theek hai, sindoor hi toh hai... Itna bhi kya badi baat ho gayi...” Mishti diffused the situation, and diverted Abir’s attention towards pandit ji, who held the thaal with magalsutra.

“Yaar, wo pendant tie karna aasaan tha Mishti, itni jewellery ke saath toh samjh hi nahi aa raha ki lock kahan karna hai Mangalsutra ko...” Abir mumbled back to Mishti, who snickered back at his helplessness. Finally having mercy on him, she held one end of the mangalsutra, and helped him tie it around her neck.

Jasmeet snickered seeing them- “Mangalsutra toh tumse bandh nahi raha tha Abir, rishte ko kaise baandhoge?”

“Katrina Chachi... Aap sab hain na humein baandhne ke liye, aur main akele thodi na rishta baandh raha hoon, mishti bhi toh hai na saath... jaise milne mangalsutra baandh liya, waise iss rishte ko bhi milke hi baandh lenge... I promise chachi...” Abir smiled genuinely.

“Aap dono ab pati-patni hue... badon ka aashirwaad leejiye...” Pandit ji declared.

Mishti, and Abir had been dying to hear these words since so long, they had smiles plastered on their faces, and tears glistening their eyes as they touched the feet of all the elders, when Abir asked Vishambhar’s permission to take their leave.

No matter how hard Mishti had fought to be by Abir’s side, the final good bye to her family was still harder... As much as she had tried to hold back, she sobbed hugging her bade papa and badi maa, when their words of wisdom asked her to be strong- “Mishti, aapke future ko leke hum jitne chintit rahe hain, shayad akshara ke liye bhi nahi they. Aapki shaadi se na sirf Maheshwaris aur Rajvanshs ki dorein judi hain, balki Kuhu aur Kunal ke rishte ki bhi judi hain... Hum isliye bohot zyada darte they aapki aur abir ki shaadi ke liye... phir ek samay aisa bhi aaya jab abir alag rehne ki baat karne lage... Tab kabhi humare sanskaar bolte ki Mishti ko abir ko samjhana chahiye ki wo apni maa ko na chodhein, aur kabhi lagta ki Meenakshi ji ke rehte humari mishti kabhi khush nahi reh sakti. Isliye theek hi soch rahe hain abir jo alag ho rahe hain, lekin beta aaj haalaat alag hain... Aaj se aap dono ko bhaagna nahi hai beta, datke chunautiyon ka saamna karna hai... Mishti, aap jis ghar jaa rahi hain, uss ghar mein aapko bhale hi jitna pyaar mile, lekin apni saas ka aashirwaad toh aapko bohot mushkilo se milega, aur ho bhi sakta hai ki kabhi na mile, lekin beta, aapko haar nahi maanni hai, aur khaas taur pe apne kisi rishte ko khone nahi dena hai... Na sirf Abir ke saath apne rishte ko bachaana hai, balki parivaar ke har rishte ko... Aur ye sab sirf tab mumkin hai jab aap dono humesha saath rahein...”

“Hum waada karte hain Bade-Papa, Badi-Maa ki chaahe jo ho jaaye, hum ek dusre ke sachhe saathi banenge...” Abir and Mishti promised, as they took their final adieu.

The scene at the Rajvash Sadan was one that portrayed a Volcano eruption... Meenakshi Rajvansh was seeing red seeing all her plans flopped, all her schemes shattered, and her worst nightmares coming true, Abir married Mishti, despite her warnings and brought her shamelessly to this house...

“Main inka grehpravesh kabhi nahi karungi... Ye dono mere ghar mein nahi aa sakte Baapuji... Maine kaha tha na aapse ki iss ghar mein ya toh Main rahungi ya Mishti...” Meenakshi roared.

“Tujhe jo karna hai kar Meenu... Lekin ye ghar mera hai... Yahan kaun rahega, aur kaun nahi, ye tayy karne ke liye main abhi zinda hoon... Tum grahpravesh nahi karogi toh Nidhi karegi, Parul karegi... Aur agar koi nahi karega, toh main khud kar lunga... Jisko rehna hai rahe, jisko nahi rehna, wo na rahe, par sach yahi hai ki ab se Mishti iss ghar ki badi bahu hai, uska sammaan bhi hoga, aur swagat bhi... Tujhe humesha ye lagta hai na ki maine tujhe barso pehle roka nahi, isiliye tuney saare galat faisle liye they, Aaj main tujhe rokta hoon Meenkashi, sambhal jaa... nahi toh main bhi dekhta hoon ki kaise koi mere bachhon pe aanch aane deta hai...” yashpal ji aka Nanu spoke.

Parul held the pooja ki thaali and did the aarti, and did Mishti’s greh pravesh with the pot of rice being kicked by mishti and walking in the house with kumkum water leaving her foot impressions. To meenakshi’s disamy, Parul took Mishti to the prayer room, and got Mishti’s hand impressions on the wall, while Nanu gave her the duty, Mishti, from tomorrow onwards, you take the charge of this temple and this house. Meenakshi from now onwards will take off from her duties...

Mishti nodded her head, she knew her paths are going to be hell difficult but as Abir had once said “Hum apne sapno ka ghar bana lenge...” Toh bas... Ab ye ghar bana toh liya hai... Ab se ghar basa bhi lenge... To the happily ever after...!

~THANKS FOR READING~

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Originally posted by: Aazeen02

Bhaiyon aur behno, Commentators aur Silent Readers... Current Track ko Madd-e-Nazar rakhte hue, Dil zara bechain ho raha tha... Phir socha ki apni Writing skills ka thoda sa use kiya jaaye aur likha jaaye ek OS... Jo hum dekhna chahte hain show mein aur filhaal aa nahi raha hai... Toh nazrein jamaaye rakhein, hum pesh-e-Khidmat karte hain OS kuch waqt mein... Tab tak aap sab humara intezaar keejiye...smiley17smiley36

So, here it goes...

OS: Yeh Shaadi Toh Aapko Karni Padegi

Mishti stood totally dumbfounded as she was supposed to walk towards the altar of her wedding with Nishant. She always chided Abir for being so filmy, yet the lyrics of the Kuch Kuch Hota hai Song plagued her mind ever since her meeting with Abir the previous night:

Jaan-e-wafa hoke beqaraar,

Barson kiya maine intezar,

Par kabhi tuney nahin,

Ye tab kaha, jo ab kaha,

Dil bebasi mein chupke se rota hai,

Kya karoon haaye,

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

Last night, when the rasm of being awake the whole night was going on, Kuhu had somehow convinced her to meet Abir one last time, and close the chapter forever. How she wished that she had not met him and had got married to Nannu without knowing the truth; because the truth was not only harsh but also very shattering. If she suffered heartbreak, he was way more pathetic. His mother no doubt was a cruel lady. How dare she use Kunal as a bait against her and Abir’s union. But the bottom line was the fact that she had absolutely no option to either choose Abir or Nannu, because her bade papa had given her no option, but a final decision where Nannu was the only match. Mishti cried buckets, literally broken, but wrenching her heart she asked his forgiveness, and also the permission to move on... She was falling on her knees, and Abir caught her in time and sat with her on the ground of the familiar place of their dates and meetings from their courtship times, where last he had broken up with her...

“Abir, tumne itni deir kyu kar di? Kyu? Tum jaante ho, main tumse kitna pyaar karti thi, aur abhi bhi karti hoon... Kal meri shaadi ho jaayegi, toh pata nahi mera haq rahega bhi ke nahi ke main tumse aagey bhi pyaar karoon...” Mishti sobbed.

“Main akele hi tumse itna pyaar karunga ki tum na bhi karo, toh bhi chal jaayega...” Abir’s eyes tore with tears.

“Abir, ab kuch nahi ho sakta, bohot deir ho gayi hai... Main chaahke bhi Bade Papa- Badi Maa, Nannu, Jasmeet Aunty, baaki sab ghar walo ka dil nahi todd sakti... Main kya karoon Abir, Main kya karoon...” Mishti hugged his shoulder and cried her heart out.

“Mishti, mujhe bas ye lagta hai ki tumhein sach pata hona chahiye tha... Aagey tumhara faisla hoga...Aaj ke baad tum jo bhi faisla logi, jo bhi karogi; main tumse hi pyaar karta rahunga. Aur yeh mera sach hai.” Abir had assured her.

Mishti had finally collected herself and moved away from that place. Though she had no courage to get into her house with such a face, and thus she decided to sit under a tree in front of her house to clear her mind and cheer herself up to at least pretend before the family that “Everything’s awesome!” ... A small girl with a bunch of balloons came quietly to her handed her the balloons, wiping her tears, ran away... And Mishti was left with a bittersweet smile that Abir knows just when and how to make her smile. With that she had returned home, and readied herself to marry Nannu as her family wishes for her... Little did she know that at the final moment, her feet would refuse to drag, her mind would refuse to work, her eyes would refuse to stay dry and her lips would refuse to smile and instead droop into a pout, uttering nothing.

Mishti shook out of her stupor when she felt herself being dragged down the staircase to the altar right in the middle of the hall of Maheshwari Sadan. She looked shocked seeing an aggressive look on Nannu’s face... Amongst everything, things have come so low that she is being forcefully taken to her mandap... Well, when she had agreed to marry him, she should have walked down to the mandap... Why create a scene right before that... She looked apologetically at Nishant, and was about to move to her seat, when instead she was stopped in the middle of the hall, in a shocking halt... She and the rest of the family kept looking at them in total confusion, when he finally spoke-

“Abhi bhi kuch bologi, ya ghar walo ke haathon bali ki bakri banne ka decide hi kar liya hai tumne, Miss Teapot?”

“Nannu, ye tu kya bol raha hai...” Jasmeet looked shocked. She anyway was dreading any moment the marriage alliance to break due to Mishti.

“Main yahi bol raha hoon Mom, ki ye Mishti apne dil ki baat bolegi, ya Dadu ko khush karne ke liye, ye chup-chaap ek bin pyaar ki shaadi mein bandh jaayegi, aur saari zindagi uss insaan se khaamoshi se pyaar karti rahegi, jisne khud bhi khaamoshi se saari zindagi isse pyaar karne ka waada kiya hai... Tere liye hum hain jeeye honthon ko seeye... Bhai waah! Shahrukh Khan ki movie chal rahi hai kya? Arre haan! Chal toh rahi hai... KKHH na Mishti, jo tu London mein dekhti rehti thi... Bade-bade shehron mein choti choti baatein hoti rehti hain Senorita! Wali movie... Hai na?”

“Woh DDLJ thi Nishant!” Abir came out of the blue, and corrected him.

“Oh yes! Sorry Bro... Main tum logo jaisa film bug nahi hoon... Mujhe shaayari bhi nahi aati... Ghuma-phira ke baat bhi nahi karta hoon... See, try kiya tha aur miserably fail bhi ho gaya... Isi liye nahi karta main ye sab baatein...” Nishant spoke so coolly that it was impossible to detect that he was the same person who was having lines of anger and worry on his face a while ago...

Their camaraderie was broken by Vishambhar, who was absolutely serious and strict- “Aap itne besharam kaise ho sakte hain Abir... Humne kitni baar aapko mana kar diya yahan aane ke liye, aap ne bhi waada kiya tha ki aap ab kabhi bhi mishti ke saamne nahi aayenge... Phir bhi chale aaye, wo bhi uski shaadi ke din?”

“Dadu, aaj inhein maine bulaya hai... Mere insist karne par aaye hain Abir yahan...” Nishant clarified.

“Aapne? Ab kyu beta... Aap jaante hain ye sab Mishti ke liye waise hi kitna mushkil tha... Aur kyu kathin kar rahe hain aap beta?” Bade Papa asked.

“Kyuki, sach akele mujhe ya inn dono ko pata ho, aur aap sabko nahin, toh ye naainsaafi hogi... Kisi ne aaj tak Abir se poocha nahi ki wo Mishti ko itna pyaar karte they toh achanak ek zara si baat pe aise kaise naraz ho gaye ki apni shaadi se kuch din pehle hi rishta todd diya? Main samajhta hoon ki Abir ko aaj ek mauka milna hi chahiye ki aakhir usne jo kiya wo kyu kiya...” Nannu politely put his point forward.

Vishambhar Maheshwari shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His intuition said that the moment Abir will speak, he will justify his action, and his liking of this boy wouldn’t be able to stop him from forgiving him... And what will happen to this boy of his house, his grandson Nishant? If he can’t do injustice to Abir he can’t be unjust to Nishant as well... This is definitely going to be hard for him being the patriarch of the house.

Vishambhar’s intuitions were proving him right as Abir begun his side of the tale and as much he regretted the unfortunate turn of events, he felt a certain kind of despise for Meenakshi Rajvansh, who was a lady of such low conscience, and most of all he felt sorry for all the three kids who are in a triangle of this relationship... Shaurya ki Maa was so right when she said that he hasted in fixing Mishti’s marriage with Nishant... Now what should he be doing, he himself felt the fix for the first time, understanding the exact vulnerability of Mishti...

“Humein bohot afsos hai Abir beta, lekin hum samajh nahi paa rahe hain ki hum nyay karein toh kiske saath... Aapke saath nyaay karne ka sochte hain toh lagta hai ki Nishant ke saath anyaay ho raha hai, uski bhaavnaayein jaga ke hum usko beech majhdaar chodh denge, jab ki unki maa toh kabhi bhi iss rishte ke liye raazi nahi thi... Aur agar hum apni zubaan par kaayam rehte hain aur apne ghar ke bachhe ka saath dete hain, toh hum na sirf aapke saath anyaay karenge, balki apni beti ke saath bhi dhokha karenge... Unke jazbaat jaante hue bhi hum unko ek aise rishte mein baandh denge jahan uske paas nishant ko dene ke liye dosti se zyada kuch nahi hoga... Kyuki aapka sach jaanne ke baad toh wo kisi aur ko pyaar dene ke baare mein soch bhi nahi sakti... Aaj hum iss ghar ke bade hote hue bhi faisla nahi le paa rahe hain, hum toh jis taraf dekh rahe hain, khud ko aur humare rishton ko haara hua hi paa rahe hain... Koi humein ye bata de ki hum karein toh kya?” Vishambhar sat dejectedly on the nearby sofa, his head in the cup of his palms.

“Nahi Dadu, aap nahi haare hain, na aapke rishte haare hain...” Nishant sat on his hunches and held on to Vishambhar’s hands on his knees. “Meri nazar se dekhiye toh jeet hi jeet hai... Aapki parvarish ki jeet hai ki aapne Mishti ke liye jo sahi samjha, usne aapki baat ka maan rakh liya mujhse shaadi ke liye haan keh ke... Hottie... I mean Dadi ke vishwaas ki jeet hai, jo wo kehti thi ke ek din Abir aayega aur kahega ki badi maa mujhe maaf kar deejiye; dekhiye, dadi ka vishwaas khada hai...” he pointed towards Abir... “Aur sabse badhke, Mishti ka pyaar jeet gaya Dadu... Wo humesha kehti thi ke ‘Nannu tu mera wala pyaar nahi samajhta... Mera wala pyaar Abir jaanta hai... Aur main jaanti hoon Abir ko, zaroor koi majboori rahi hogi jo usne ye rishta toda... Tum dekhna Nannu, wo jab apni majboori se bahar aayega, toh kahega Mishti maine humesha tumse pyaar kiya hai, aaj bhi karta hoon, aur saari zindagi karta rahunga, kyuki sun west se rise ho sakta hai lekin Abir pyar karna nahi chodh sakta... Wo bana hi pyaar karne ke liye hai...’ Dekhiye Dadu, Mishti ka Pyaar khada hai...” he pointed towards Abir again...

“Main nahi kehti thi Taayiji ke ye rishta mat keejiye, ek din Abir aa jaayega, aur aap sab ka dil pighal jaayega, aur mere Nannu ka dil toot jaayega... Dekhiye, mera darr bilkul sahi tha... Lekin Taayaji ne meri ek na suni...” Jasmeet cried.

“Haan mom, dil toh toota mera... Mann bhi kiya ki kuch aisa karoon ki Abir ko Mishti se door kar doon... Lekin mom, Main Mishti ko Abir se door kaise karoon? Wo toh uski rag-rag mein basaa hai... Aur phir ye aansoo Mishti ke aankhon mein dekh rahi hain aap? Ye na khushi ke aansoo hain aur na gham ke... Ye bebasi ke aansoo hain, jiski wajah hum sab hain... Hum sab bhi toh uska dil hi tod rahe they... Aur kis ummeed se uska dil tod rahe they? Ki ek din wo apne toote dil ke tukde jod ke apna dil mujhe de degi? Mom, wo kal bhi mujhe apni dosti offer karti thi, aaj bhi wahi kar rahi hai, aur apne bandaged dil ke saath bhi apni dosti hi offer kar paati... Kyuki, Karan Johar pagal hai, pyaar dosti nahi hoti... Ya toh pyaar hota hai ya dosti hoti hai... Husband-wife dost ban sakte hain, par dost husband-wife bane aur dosti nibhaayein, ye zaroori nahi hai... Mom, abhi mujhe bura lag raha hai, lekin saari zindagi Mishti ki bebasi dekhke main kabhi khush nahi reh paata... Kyuki har cheez se badhke, hum sab ka sirf ek hi maksad raha hai ki Mishti khush rahe... Aur Mishti ki khushi Abir mein hai toh hum kaun hote hain uski khushiyaan cheenne wale?” Nishant explained.

“Aur teri khushiyon ka kya Nannu? Tu Mishti ko khoke khush rahega?” Jasmeet asked.

“Mom, meri khushi Mishti ki khushi mein hai, aap sab ki khushi mein hai, zindagi mein aagey badhne mein hai, move on karne mein hai... Crib karne ke liye hazaar reasons milenge Mom, khush rehne ke liye ek reason hi sahi, dhoondhna padta hai...” Nannu addressed his mother and then turned towards Vishambhar- “Dadu, aapka kya faisla hai?”

“Humara faisla ye hai ki Mishti, Yeh shaadi toh aapko karni padegi...” Vishambhar said in a steely voice... Mishti’s breath was caught in her throat at the decision... Abir could hardly gulp the lump in this throat... Was Bade Papa telling Mishti that she has to marry Nannu? Well, the answer came in the form of a smile on Bade Papa’s face as he read their reactions- “Arre humara matlab hai Abir se... Aapki toh saansein hi ruk gayi beta...” he laughed off... Followed by the smile that finally formed on Mishti’s face, which each one of them missed terribly.

Abir took a nano-second as he joined his hands and touched Bade Papa’s feet, which Bade Papa caught him in a moment and holding his shoulders he said- “Abir, beta pyaar karna aasaan hai, nibhaana aur mushkil aur usko sambhaal ke rakhna toh sabse mushkil hai... Aaj kya aagey bhi kayi rukaawatein aayengi... Lekin, hum aapko sirf ek salaah denge... Jisko aap apni ardhaangini banana chaah rahe hain, usko apna better half maaniye bhi, wo haqdaar hain har uss baat ko jaanne ki, jisse wo judi hon, ya aap ya aapka parivaar juda ho... Mahino pehle agar aapne zara si himmat karke sirf Mishti ko sach bata diya hota, toh ye 3 mahine kya, wo agle 7 janam aapke bina akele, khushi-khushi guzaar deti... Lekin, aapne unhein andhere mein rakh kar, apne hi rishte ko musibat mein daal diya... Hum chaahte hain ki aagey se aap dono na sirf ek dusre ke saathi banein, balki ek dusre ke raazdaar bhi baniye, aur phir dekhiye, Meenakshi ji kya, koi bhi aapke rishte ko tod nahi sakta... Mishti beta, ye rule aap pe bhi apply hota hai...” to which Mishti nodded and hugged her bade papa.

“Achha chalo, ye rona dhona kab tak chalta rahega? Abir, tumhein kapde change karna bhi hai ya isi jeans-jacket mein phere padwaaoge?” Badi Maa nudged all of them from the emotional conversation.

“Ab... Badi Maa, main toh koi aur kapde laya nahi hoon... Ab toh main ghar chodh ke bhi nahi jaata jo ek extra bag pack ho... Main kaise change...” Abir was confused.

“Don’t worry bhai, aapke Nanko ke hote hue aaj se... Balki ab se aapko tension nahi leni hai... Ye sherwani aapne Mishti ke saath... I mean, bhabhi ke saath shaadi ke liye select ki thi 3 mahine pehle... Jab delivery aayi toh maine chupa di thi ke kahin aap isko dekhke hurt na ho jaao... Kuhu ne jab bataya ki ye sab ho raha hai, toh main turant leke aa gaya...” Kunal sheepishly told... “Toh chalein ready hoke aate hain bhai...”

“Jaldi aana... Hashtag Dulhan se late Dulha mat banke aana... Aur tum Kunal Hashtag Dulhan Ke Dewar Beware!” Kuhu shouted at their back, which was accompanied by giggles from the rest of the family.

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Mishti was brewing in a different kind of nostalgia... Her coming to this house as a little teenager, she never knew her life would turn out to be such an amazing experience, she did not know... Now today, sitting in the mandap before the holy fire, offering the holy offerings into it with the man of her dreams felt like the most blissful day of her life... She couldn’t thank enough the family that she has got that forgave her and Abir, and still readily agreed for this marriage even without persuasion was a day right out of her dreams... She couldn’t have asked for more. She came to reality with Abir poking his elbow on her arm, to look at Pandit ji, who was giving her a flower, a fruit and other offerings, so that her hand could be put on Abir’s hand for the Kanyadaan, that Vishambhar and Rajshri did emotionally, and Kuhu and Kunal tying the holy knot of Mishti’s chunni with Abir’s stole.

“Kya baat hai Mishti... Abhi se sapne dekhne lag gayi kya apni first night ke, jiski planning tum pata nahi kab se kar rahi ho...” Abir teased her after the gathbandhan, for being dreamy.

“Shut up Abir... Main toh soch rahi thi ke hum kitne lucky hain, bin maange kitna kuch mil gaya... Tum mil gaye... Aaj inn pheron ke saath hum apne bhi vows lenge... Tumhein pata hai BFF aur Naira di ne bhi aisa hi kiya tha...”

“Tumhein sharam nahi aati, apni hi shaadi ke mandap mein baithke tum apne pichle boyfriend ki baat kar rahi ho, wo bhi apne pati ke saath?” Abir teased her again.

“Tum Chat show mein aaye koi neta ho?” “Bina preparation ke exam dene aaye student ho?” “Nashe mein ho?” “Agar nahi ho toh bakwaas kyu kar rahe ho?”

“Arre matlab mujhe ab jealous hone ka bhi haq nahi hai?” Abir asked.

“Nahi hai... You’ve got no reason to be jealous Abir... Maine tumhare siva kabhi kisi se wo wala pyaar nahi kiya jiske liye, jiske saath main apni saari zindagi pyaar karte guzaar doon... Aur ye sach hai jisko koi jhutla nahi sakta ki maine tumse waisa wala pyaar kiya hai... Aur tumhari jagah koi nahi le sakta... Na BFF aur na koi aur... Tum mere ho aur main tumhari hoon, and that’s all it matters.” Mishti replied, before Abir could utter anything else, the Pandit spoke.

“Aap dono ab pheron ke liye khade ho jaaiye...” “Pehla phera... Aap jo karye karenge, dharm aur daampatye ke... Saath milkar karenge” the priest spoke.

“Main vachan leta hoon ki main aaj se, balki ab se jo bhi karunga, wo Mishti ko bata ke karunga... Taaki avishwaas aur andhere mein humara rishta kabhi bhi na rahe...” Abir added his vow in the priest's words as they walked the first circle around the sacred fire, Mishti following his lead.

“Dusra vachan, aap kanya ke mata pita ko apne mata pita ki tarah hi sammaan denge, jaise wo aapke mata pita ko dengi...” the pandit spoke.

“Main vachan deta hoon ki uske mata-pita mein hi main apne adarsh mata-pita ki chhavi dekhunga... Aur mere har uss rishte se bacha ke rakhunga, jisse meri patni ko koi bhi aanch aaye...” Abir spoke solemnly, but looked at nobody in particular, but sent the message clearly that his parents will never be a trouble to mishti from this day on.

“Teesra vacahan, aap jeevan ki har avastha mein apni patni ka paalan karenge, unka dhyaan rakhenge, sukh-dukh mein unke saathi banenge...” the pandit recited.

“Main Vachan deta hoon ki apni pati ki khushi ko main apne jeevan ka aadhaar banaaunga, uske jeevan ko sukh, prem aur santushti se bhar dunga.” Abir vowed.

“Chautha vachan, ki aap apni sabhi zimmedaariyon ka vahan karenge...”

“Main vachan deta hoon ki apni har zimmedari ko puri sharddha ke saath pura karunga, kisi bhi roop mein peeche nahi hatunga” in other words Abir promised to never leave the house ever again, yet will fulfill all the duties he has. He completed his fourth circle, after which Mishti walked in front of him.

“Paanchwa vachan, kanya, apne hone wale pati ko degi, ke jeevan ke har faisle mein wo apne pati ka saath degi, aur uske sujhaav pati aur parivaar ke liye mahatvapoorn honge...” Pandit ji spoke.

“Main vachan leti hoon ke main main apne pati ke har faisle mein unka saath dungi, aur uske aur unke parivaar ke liye har tarah se achha faisla lungi aur sujhaav dungi.” mishti vowed as she walked the fifth circle, and abir followed.

“Chhatta vachan, aapas ki baaton ke kaaran, pati-pati ek dusre ka apmaan kisi ke saamne na karein. Ek dusre ko pure samman aur prem ke saath rahein.”

“Main vachan leti hoon ki apne-apne pati aur dono parivaaron ke sammaan ko banaaye rakhoon, aur sab ke beech pyaar baandh ke rakhoon.”

“Aur Saatva vachan, pati-patni ke beech kisi ko jagah na dee jaaye. Pati-patni ke rishte ka sammaan ho.”

“Main vachan leti hoon, ki Abir ki jagah meri zindagi mein kabhi koi nahi lega, aur puri koshish karungi ke unke bhi dil mein mere siwa kisi aur stree ki jagah na bane...” Mishti spoke, but didn’t walk, because abir spoke the same- “Main bhi ye vachan deta hoon ki apni zindagi mein mishti hi meri patni, premika aur priyasi rahegi, aur uski jagah kabhi kisi ko nahi dunga.” and they walked the final circle around the holy fire, and finally sat back to their place before the holy fire...

Abir’s eyes shone with unshed happiness and pride, as he filled Mishti’s hair parting... Kuhu who was holding Mishti’s maang teeka up for Abir to fill her parting mumbled- “Abir bro... bohot zyada sindoor nahi daalna... warna uska makeup kharab ho jaayega... Hashtag makeup disaster... OOPS! Kya Abir bhai, uski nose red kar di aapne thodi-thodi...” Kuhu cribbed.

“Arre yaar, main bhi pehli hi baar shaadi kar raha hoon bro! Main koi ghar se practice thodi na karke aa raha tha ki maang bharne ke liye kitna sindoor uthaana chahiye...” Abir mumbled back.

“Stop it you both... Theek hai, sindoor hi toh hai... Itna bhi kya badi baat ho gayi...” Mishti diffused the situation, and diverted Abir’s attention towards pandit ji, who held the thaal with magalsutra.

“Yaar, wo pendant tie karna aasaan tha Mishti, itni jewellery ke saath toh samjh hi nahi aa raha ki lock kahan karna hai Mangalsutra ko...” Abir mumbled back to Mishti, who snickered back at his helplessness. Finally having mercy on him, she held one end of the mangalsutra, and helped him tie it around her neck.

Jasmeet snickered seeing them- “Mangalsutra toh tumse bandh nahi raha tha Abir, rishte ko kaise baandhoge?”

“Katrina Chachi... Aap sab hain na humein baandhne ke liye, aur main akele thodi na rishta baandh raha hoon, mishti bhi toh hai na saath... jaise milne mangalsutra baandh liya, waise iss rishte ko bhi milke hi baandh lenge... I promise chachi...” Abir smiled genuinely.

“Aap dono ab pati-patni hue... badon ka aashirwaad leejiye...” Pandit ji declared.

Mishti, and Abir had been dying to hear these words since so long, they had smiles plastered on their faces, and tears glistening their eyes as they touched the feet of all the elders, when Abir asked Vishambhar’s permission to take their leave.

No matter how hard Mishti had fought to be by Abir’s side, the final good bye to her family was still harder... As much as she had tried to hold back, she sobbed hugging her bade papa and badi maa, when their words of wisdom asked her to be strong- “Mishti, aapke future ko leke hum jitne chintit rahe hain, shayad akshara ke liye bhi nahi they. Aapki shaadi se na sirf Maheshwaris aur Rajvanshs ki dorein judi hain, balki Kuhu aur Kunal ke rishte ki bhi judi hain... Hum isliye bohot zyada darte they aapki aur abir ki shaadi ke liye... phir ek samay aisa bhi aaya jab abir alag rehne ki baat karne lage... Tab kabhi humare sanskaar bolte ki Mishti ko abir ko samjhana chahiye ki wo apni maa ko na chodhein, aur kabhi lagta ki Meenakshi ji ke rehte humari mishti kabhi khush nahi reh sakti. Isliye theek hi soch rahe hain abir jo alag ho rahe hain, lekin beta aaj haalaat alag hain... Aaj se aap dono ko bhaagna nahi hai beta, datke chunautiyon ka saamna karna hai... Mishti, aap jis ghar jaa rahi hain, uss ghar mein aapko bhale hi jitna pyaar mile, lekin apni saas ka aashirwaad toh aapko bohot mushkilo se milega, aur ho bhi sakta hai ki kabhi na mile, lekin beta, aapko haar nahi maanni hai, aur khaas taur pe apne kisi rishte ko khone nahi dena hai... Na sirf Abir ke saath apne rishte ko bachaana hai, balki parivaar ke har rishte ko... Aur ye sab sirf tab mumkin hai jab aap dono humesha saath rahein...”

“Hum waada karte hain Bade-Papa, Badi-Maa ki chaahe jo ho jaaye, hum ek dusre ke sachhe saathi banenge...” Abir and Mishti promised, as they took their final adieu.

The scene at the Rajvash Sadan was one that portrayed a Volcano eruption... Meenakshi Rajvansh was seeing red seeing all her plans flopped, all her schemes shattered, and her worst nightmares coming true, Abir married Mishti, despite her warnings and brought her shamelessly to this house...

“Main inka grehpravesh kabhi nahi karungi... Ye dono mere ghar mein nahi aa sakte Baapuji... Maine kaha tha na aapse ki iss ghar mein ya toh Main rahungi ya Mishti...” Meenakshi roared.

“Tujhe jo karna hai kar Meenu... Lekin ye ghar mera hai... Yahan kaun rahega, aur kaun nahi, ye tayy karne ke liye main abhi zinda hoon... Tum grahpravesh nahi karogi toh Nidhi karegi, Parul karegi... Aur agar koi nahi karega, toh main khud kar lunga... Jisko rehna hai rahe, jisko nahi rehna, wo na rahe, par sach yahi hai ki ab se Mishti iss ghar ki badi bahu hai, uska sammaan bhi hoga, aur swagat bhi... Tujhe humesha ye lagta hai na ki maine tujhe barso pehle roka nahi, isiliye tuney saare galat faisle liye they, Aaj main tujhe rokta hoon Meenkashi, sambhal jaa... nahi toh main bhi dekhta hoon ki kaise koi mere bachhon pe aanch aane deta hai...” yashpal ji aka Nanu spoke.

Parul held the pooja ki thaali and did the aarti, and did Mishti’s greh pravesh with the pot of rice being kicked by mishti and walking in the house with kumkum water leaving her foot impressions. To meenakshi’s disamy, Parul took Mishti to the prayer room, and got Mishti’s hand impressions on the wall, while Nanu gave her the duty, Mishti, from tomorrow onwards, you take the charge of this temple and this house. Meenakshi from now onwards will take off from her duties...

Mishti nodded her head, she knew her paths are going to be hell difficult but as Abir had once said “Hum apne sapno ka ghar bana lenge...” Toh bas... Ab ye ghar bana toh liya hai... Ab se ghar basa bhi lenge... To the happily ever after...!

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