"Deedaar tera milne ke baad hi
Chhote meri angdaayi
Tu hi bata de kyun zaalima
Main kehlaayi
Kyu is tarah se duniya jahan
Mein karta hai meri rusvayi
Tera kasoor or zalima mein kehlaayi"
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Whatttttt!" exclaimed Karthik, turning his whole attention toward Raman.
"Who is coming?" Misha asked with a confused look.
"Vihaan Rajkot, the eldest son of the Rajkot family,"
Raman said, looking at Misha. Misha fell silent, her eyes fixed on Raman.
"That useless person didn't even inform me about his arrival! Stupid! Misha, I won't be able to attend the meeting because I'm going to meet that Vihaan," Karthik said as he walked out of Misha's cabin after informing her.
Raman also left the cabin, asking her to come home early. After everyone was gone, Misha sat back in her chair, resting her hands on the table, deep in thought.
Sanvi entered the cabin.
"Ma'am, everyone has arrived in the meeting room; they are waiting for you." Misha nodded, got up, and walked toward the meeting room.
When Misha entered, everyone stood up and greeted her. Misha nodded and motioned for them to sit. The meeting began.Misha always kept her personal and professional lives strictly separate.
Even today, she tried to concentrate on the presentations, but she failed.
Finally, the meeting ended. She walked out of the room and asked Sanvi to cancel another meeting. Misha entered her cabin, grabbed her car keys, and left the office.
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Stuck in traffic, her mind automatically drifted to Vihaan Rajkot. She didn't notice the tears flowing down her cheeks,lost in thoughts of him. The whole ride home was consumed by Vihaan.
Manisha was in the garden, giving instructions to the workers. She saw Misha get out of her car and walk toward the entrance.
Manisha wanted to ask why she looked so distraught, but she didn't want to force Misha to share anything, so she stayed quiet.
Misha walked past Manisha, heading straight for her room. As she entered, she went into the washroom and stood under the shower, expressionless.
After a while, she found it hard to breathe, so she turned off the shower, put on her bathrobe, and stepped out. She found Rithika sitting peacefully on the couch, scrolling through reels. Seeing Misha, Rithika stood up and walked toward her.
"Madam ji, time dekho na," Rithika said, pointing to the digital watch near Misha's bed.
("Madam, look at the time.")
Misha glanced at the watch. "It's seven o'clock."
"And what time did you come home?" Rithika asked with an angry look on her face.
"Maybe around five o'clock," Misha replied.
"Poore do ghante shower mein kya kar rahe the aap, huh?" Rithika questioned Misha.
("What were you doing in the shower for a whole two hours?")
Before Misha could answer, Rithika handed her a beautiful pastel pink saree with floral detailing. "The Rajkot familywill be here in half an hour, so get ready soon." With that, Rithika left Misha's room.
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Misha put on the saree, pairing it with pearl earrings and white bangles. She stood near the mirror and spoke to herself.
"Misha, nobody knows what happened that day except Rithika, and nobody should ever know. Now, breathe in and breathe out." After this self-talk, she walked out of the room.
As she walked down the stairs, she saw that the Rajkot family had already arrived and were seated on the sofa.
She went to the kitchen first and saw Rithika holding a tray full of glasses and a jar of orange juice.
"Bhabhi ji, yeh main le jaati hoon," Misha said to Rithika, taking the tray from her hands.
("Sister-in-law, I will take this.")
"Oii, mujhe bhabhi mat bolna," Rithika scolded Misha with a glare.
("Hey, don't call me sister-in-law.")
Misha placed the tray on the table in front of the sofa and started pouring juice into each glass. She gave a glass to everyone except Vihaan.
Vihaan, wearing a navy blue suit, kept a normal expression, as if he knew Misha would not speak to him after that incident.
After serving the others, Misha got up and stood next to Ayaan."Oii, Saira kaha hai yaar, aur Sunshine?" Misha asked Ayaan.
("Hey, where are Saira and Sunshine?")
"Woh dono bahar garden mein khel rahe hain," Ayaan replied.
("Both of them are playing outside in the garden.")
"Acha aur—" Before she could finish, Anushka came out of the kitchen and announced, "Khana tayyar hai, sab log dinner ke liye aa jao.
("Food is ready; everyone come and have your dinner now.")
Everyone took their seats. Misha was sitting beside Ayaan, and Saira had also come and sat beside Misha.
Shivansh and Rida were sitting next to Saira. Vihaan was sitting opposite Misha. Gautham, Jathin, and Namitha were on the sofa,discussing something.
Everyone began to eat, but Misha didn't touch her food. She felt Vihaan's steady gaze on her, which made her self-conscious.
Ayaan noticed and asked Misha if she was alright, but Misha shook her head and continued playing with her spoon. Karthik and Rithika were sitting together.
After a while, all the elders moved outside to the garden. Misha and Rithika were in the kitchen, taking ice cream tubs out of the freezer. Karthik and Vihaan were in the office within the Joshi mansion. The others were dancing on the terrace.
Rithika and Misha served the ice cream in bowls to the elders and then walked toward the terrace. As they reached the terrace, Ayaan grabbed Misha's hand and began dancing with her to the song "Ehsaas," Saira's favorite.
Misha also danced along with Ayaan. Shivansh and Saira were dancing, and Rida and Rithika were singing on one side.
The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with laughter and the casual rhythm of their movements. Everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves when, without warning, the opening notes of "Zaalima" pierced the air.
It was Misha's favorite song, and a collective cheer went up. Instantly, Misha and the others launched into a lively session of singing and dancing, completely lost in the moment.
The lyrics of the song flowed around them:
Jo teri khatir tadpe pehle se hi
Kya usse tadpana o zaalima, o zaalima
Jo tere ishq mein behka pehle se hi
Kya usse behkana o zaalima, o zaalima
Jo teri khatir tadpe pehle se hi
Kya usse tadpana o zaalima, o zaalima
Jo tere ishq mein behka pehle se hi
Kya usse behkana o zaalima, o zaalima
Aankhen marhaba, baatein marhaba
Main sau martaba deewana hua
Mera na raha jab se dil mera
Tere husn ka nishana hua
Jiski har dhadkan tu ho aise
Dil ko kya dhadkana
O zaalima o zalima
Jo teri khatir tadpe pehle se hi
Kya usse tadpana o zaalima, o zalima
Saanson mein teri nazdeekiyon ka
Ittr tu ghol de.. ghol de
Main hi kyun ishq zahir karun
Tu bhi kabhi bol de.. bol de
Saanson mein teri nazdeekiyon ka
Ittr tu ghol de.. ghol de
Main hi kyun ishq zahir karun
Tu bhi kabhi bol de.. bol de
Leke jaan hi jaayega meri
Kaatil har tera bahaana hua
Tujhse hi shuru tujhpe hi khatam
Mere pyaar ka fasaana hua
Tu shama hai toh yaad rakhna
Main bhi hoon parwana
O zaalima o zalima
Jo teri khatir tadpe pehle se hi
Kya usse tadpana o zaalima, o zaalima
As the music intensified, Ayaan gracefully moved toward Misha.
With a playful grin, he took her hand and spun her in a swift, exhilarating twirl. However, the spin was a little too fast, and before Ayaan could regain his grip, Misha lost her footing.
For a terrifying, suspended moment, she was tipping, a sure fall imminent, and everyone gasped, hearts stopping in their chests.
It was Vihaan who reacted with lightning speed. He surged forward, his arm shooting out to catch her before she hit the ground.
His hands settled firmly and possessively around her bare waist, halting her descent just inches from the floor.
Misha, startled but instinctively clinging to him, wrapped her hands securely around Vihaan's neck.
The world outside their embrace faded. Misha was leaning against him, her body curved into his. Slowly, her gaze lifted from his chest until their eyes finally met—a collision of two souls in the middle of a crowded room.
In that extended, silent second, Vihaan's mind raced "Finally," he thought, his heart thumping a heavy rhythm against his ribs, "she looks into my eyes."
He was captivated. "Her eyes still hold that pristine innocence after all these years. I could still drown in those deep, beautiful depths."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the onlookers. The tension dissolved, and the group relaxed, though their attention remained fixed on the two held captive in the unexpected embrace.
Meanwhile, the passionate song continued, its melody now serving as the soundtrack to the vivid memories flickering through both Vihaan and Misha's minds.
As the track reached the final, poignant female verse, their closeness intensified the emotional resonance:
Deedaar tera milne ke baad hi
Chhote meri angdaayi
Tu hi bata de kyun zaalima
Main kehlaayi
Kyu is tarah se duniya jahan
Mein karta hai meri rusvayi
Tera kasoor or zalima mein kehlaayi
Deedaar tera milne ke baad hi
Chhote meri angdaayi
Tu hi bata de kyun zaalima
Main kehlaayi
Tu hi bata de kyun zaalima
Main kehlaayi
The music slowly faded out, leaving only the soft hum of the final chords. Yet, Misha and Vihaan remained frozen in their intimate position.
Her hands were still clasped around his neck, his hands remained a warm, steady presence on her waist, and their eyes were still locked, a silent conversation passing between them that no one else could hear.
It wasn't until a loud, deliberate throat-clearing broke the spell that they both blinked, realizing the entire room was watching them. The spell was shattered, forcing a slow, hesitant separation.
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