"MERA MUQADAR SAWAARA HAI YUN
NAYA SAWERA JO LAYA HAI TU
TERE SANG HI BITAANE HAI MUJHKO
MERE SAARE JANAM RE..."
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Misha rushed into the Joshi house, her heart hammering from the abrupt, frantic call. She had anticipated a broken vase, a minor injury, or some domestic catastrophe.
Instead, she found Rithika completely relaxed on the sofa, a large tub of ice cream in her hand, utterly engrossed in watching the Bollywood classic, Jab We Met.
Misha let out a huge huff of relief and exasperation. "Emergency," she muttered under her breath, a clear sign of the relief she was feeling.
She walked towards the kitchen, only to find the counter overflowing with an assortment of dishes—rich curries, fragrant rice, and a mountain of sweets.
"What happened to Rithika, aapne itni saare cheeze kyu bhana rahe ho?" Misha asked, instantly distracted by the food, and reaching for a piece of kaju katli.
(What happened to Rithika and why are you making this many things)
Manisha smiled warmly. "Beta, yeh kaju katli, Rithika toh dena?" Misha nodded, placed the sweet back on the counter, and carried the plate out. She placed it in front of Rithika, snatched the remote, and switched off the television.
"What is going on with you? And where is Karthik Bhai?" Misha demanded, folding her arms.
"A little guest is coming to our house," Raman announced, approaching them with a wide, beaming smile.
"Dad, why are you using those old-fashioned dialogues? Just tell her in normal words!" Karthik called out, walking down the stairs, shaking his head.
Rithika grabbed Misha's hand, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "Mishu, I am pregnant!"
Misha's eyes widened to saucers. She shot up from the sofa. "Kya!"
(What!)
"Kab hua aur kaise hua".
(When did this happened and when did it happen)
"What do you mean 'how did it happen'?" Karthik asked, feigning shock and staring at Misha with a humorous glare.
Misha instantly realized the absurdity of her question and blushed profusely. "I mean, when did you find out that Rithika is pregnant?"
Karthik shook his head, suppressing a laugh. "Today. Rithika was coming down the stairs and suddenly felt faint. Before she could fall, I caught her and called the doctor immediately.
The doctor confirmed the news." Misha nodded, her initial shock giving way to genuine happiness, and she excused herself to go to her room to calm down and process the wonderful news.
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A little while later, Misha was standing in front of her cupboard, deciding on an outfit for the dinner, when Rithika practically burst into the room.
"Mishu, tell me honestly, am I looking fat?" Rithika asked, her hands flying to her waist.
"Nahi Mishti, you don't look fat", Karthik replied immediately, entering the room behind his wife.
"Misha, you tell me," Rithika insisted, completely ignoring Karthik.
Misha smiled, walking over to hug her. "No, Rithu, tum bohat sundar lag rahi ho," she reassured her friend.
(No, rithu, you look so pretty)
Satisfied, Rithika smiled and walked out of the room. Karthik dramatically slapped his forehead at his wife's antics, and Misha, laughing, gently dragged him out so she could finally get dressed.
"Shall we go?" Raman asked, looking at the sister-and-brother duo. Everyone smiled, their hearts light with the new family news, and they all departed for the restaurant.
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Vihaan was still immersed in work in his cabin when his phone rang. "Yes, Mom, what is it?"
"Dear, we are leaving now. You come straight to the restaurant," Anushka said. Vihaan simply hummed his acknowledgment and disconnected the call, shutting down his laptop and leaving the office.
At the restaurant, Misha was engrossed in her phone, but Rithika was barraging a patient Karthik with a thousand questions about her appearance.
Raman and Manisha were seated at a separate table, deep in conversation with each other.
Saira and Rida were the first of the younger crowd to arrive. Misha shifted her attention from her phone to greet them.
"Wow, both of you look absolutely stunning!" Saira and Rida smiled, thanking her, and took seats beside Misha. Soon after, the rest of the Rajkot family entered, the elders joining Raman and Manisha.
Suddenly, a beautiful, familiar song drifted through the air. Everyone turned to see a few couples slow-dancing nearby.
The music—the soul-stirring melody of 'Sanam Re'—yanked Misha violently back in time. A painful, vivid flashbackbegan to play out in her mind.
Flashback ❤️❤️
Today was a truly special day for both Vihaan and me. Finally, we were going on a proper ko dinner date—or at least, I hoped it was.
That nagging doubt about how he felt about me was the only thing keeping my excitement in check.
I paused just outside the massive, ornate restaurant door. Taking a steadying breath, I quickly checked my reflection in my phone's camera—a final, self-assuring smile—and pushed the door open, stepping inside.
The first thing I noticed was the absolute lack of other diners. It was eerily quiet, beautifully strange, and instantly I understood: this had to be the work of Mr. Vihaan Rajkot, a gesture of his characteristic over-the-top thoughtfulness. I let my gaze sweep across the entire, beautifully lit room until it finally landed on him.
He looked breathtaking. Seeing him, I completely froze for a moment. He was a vision in a sleek, tailored black shirt and black pants, an ensemble that made him look effortlessly sophisticated.
Before I could even manage a breath, Vihaan had already crossed the distance between us, his smile bright and his eyes sparkling with delight.
"Hayee, are you planning to kill me, Red Velvet?" he teased, his voice low and warm, pulling me out of my daze.
I instantly remembered Rithika's reaction earlier: "Omg, Mishu, you look like a red rose 🌹." I was wearing a vibrant, fitted red dress that hugged my figure perfectly, a choice I was now very happy I'd made.
I let out a soft chuckle at the adorable nickname he'd given me. Regaining my composure, I walked towards the table, which was set in an intimate corner.
It was flawlessly decorated with a scattering of lush red roses and, placed right next to my setting, a beautiful, unexpected red velvet box. I picked it up, curiosity piqued.
"What's this, Vihaan?" I asked, turning the box over in my hands.
"You can open it at the end of the evening," he replied with a playful smirk, his secretiveness only heightening the anticipation.
I nodded, gently placing the box back down, and took my seat. Vihaan settled in the chair directly opposite me.
The evening began easily; we fell into conversation about all the random, comforting things we always talked about: our challenging studies, the latest music we were obsessed with, and silly anecdotes from our week.
We were talking, perhaps a bit like two slightly nervous, boring people, when the quiet backdrop of the restaurant suddenly filled with music.
I stopped mid-sentence, listening intently. It was the soulful, romantic melody of 'Sanam Re'. The perfect choice. I looked around, genuinely puzzled; I couldn't see any obvious speakers.
"Will you dance with me, Ms. Misha Joshi?" Vihaan asked, extending his hand across the table, his words pulling my complete attention back to him.
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O HO....OOOOO... OHO.....OOOO
OHO....OOOOOO...OOOO...
BHEEGI BHEEGI SADKON PE MAIN
TERA INTEZAR KARUN
DHEERE DHEERE DIL KI ZAMEEN KO
TERE HI NAAM KARUN
KHUDKO MAIN YUN KHO DUN
KE PHIR NA KABHI PAUN
HAULE HAULE ZINDAGI KO
AB TERE HWALE KARUN
SANAM RE... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
SANAM RE.... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
KARAM RE... KARAM RE...
TERA MUJH PE KARAM HUA RE...
SANAM RE.... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE...
OHO...
TERE KAREEB JO HONE LAGA HUN
TO TOOTE SAARE BHARAM RE
SANAM RE... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
SANAM RE.... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
OHO....
BAADLON KI TARAH HI TO
TUNE MUJPE SAAYA KIYA HAI
BAARISHON KI TARAH HI TO
TUNE KHUSHIYON SE BHIGAAYA HAI
AANDHIYON KI TARAH HI TO
TUNE HOSH KO UDAAYA HAI
MERA MUQADAR SAWAARA HAI YUN
NAYA SAWERA JO LAYA HAI TU
TERE SANG HI BITAANE HAI MUJHKO
MERE SAARE JANAM RE...
SANAM RE... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
SANAM RE.... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
KARAM RE... KARAM RE...
TERA MUJH PE KARAM HUA RE...
SANAM RE... SANAM RE...
TU MERA SANAM HUA RE
OHO..... OHOOOO... OHOOOO... OOO
OHO..... OHOOOO... OHOOOO... OOO
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My inner self was already doing cartwheels and cheering wildly, but I managed to keep my external composure calm and collected.
I placed my hand in his, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip, and he led me away from the table and onto the empty, polished floor.
We began to dance. We moved together like there was no tomorrow, our bodies slowly easing into a rhythm that felt entirely natural, like waves gently meeting the shore.
The whole time, my heart was pounding a frantic, joyous drumbeat against my ribs.
Then, the music swelled, and in a single, fluid motion, Vihaan pulled me into a tight, warm hug. We swayed for a moment in silence, and then he spoke, his voice a soft vibration against my hair.
"Misha, I... I need to tell you something," he said.
I hummed softly in response, urging him to continue, suddenly holding my breath.
His voice was earnest, laced with a vulnerability I hadn't heard before. "Main tumhe koi jhoota vaada nahin karna chahta hoon, par mein tumhe khush rakhne ka koshish zarur kar sakta hoon".(I don't want to make any false promises to you, but I can definitely try my best to keep you happy).
His sincere words, especially the mention of koshish , sent a surge of anxiety and hope to my chest, making my eyes water.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his own intense and full of emotion. He took another deep breath, his thumb gently caressing my arm. "I lo...ve you, Misha," he finally finished, the confession a quiet, powerful declaration.
My vision immediately grew blurry with tears—relief, joy, and overwhelming love all crashing into me at once. I pulled back a little further, my hands clutching the front of his black shirt.
"Vihaan," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, "why did you take this much time to tell me that you love me?"
He looked adorably confused. "Matlab? (Meaning?)"
"Matlab watlab chodo!" I cried out happily, my tears now fully flowing. "I love you, Veer!"
Forget about meaning and all that!)
With that, I laughed through my tears, threw my arms around his neck, and hopped right onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He caught me instantly and securely, holding me tight as we spun in a tearful, laughing, and perfectly happy embrace. The evening was no longer just a dinner; it was the start of everything.
Flashback ends
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The memory snapped, and Misha was back in the restaurant. Vihaan was sitting across from her, observing the sudden shift in her expression as the song continued. He hadn't uttered a single word, but the depth of his gaze showed his turmoil.
"I wish I could tell you the truth," Vihaan murmured softly to himself.
"Huh? What?" Ayaan, who was sitting next to him, asked. Hearing Ayaan's voice, Misha was jolted out of her reverie and looked directly at Vihaan, who was struggling to control the emotions swirling in his eyes.
"Okay, now let's forget about that and decide where we are going," Rida interjected, bringing some much-needed excitement back to the table.
"Mumbai," Shivansh suggested flatly.
"Brother, aap bohat boring ho!" Ayaan complained.
"How about we go to Karnataka?" Karthik asked, looking playfully at Rithika.
(Brother, you are too boring)
"Yes! And I can also meet my brother and his girlfriend!" Rithika exclaimed, and the others stared at her with confused, blank expressions.
"Oh, Aakarsh is my younger brother, and you know how sweet his girlfriend is!" Rithika clarified.
"Aakarsh ki girlfriend?" Ayaan asked, totally confused.(Aakarsh's girlfriend?)
"Yes, Akshara, Akshara Anand," Misha said, looking knowingly at Rithika.
"And Aakarsh thinks no one knows about him and Akshara!" Rithika added, opening her phone gallery to show a picture of the couple to Karthik.
"Di, even we want to see" Saira begged excitedly.
"Okay, then when we go to Karnataka, you can all go and meet Akshara," Anika said, gracefully wrapping up the side conversation.
Everyone continued to talk and enjoy themselves, but Vihaan ate his food in utter silence, lost in his own thoughts.
The dinner finally concluded. Both families exchanged warm hugs and headed back to their respective homes. Misha sat in the car, her mind still swirling. "If he didn't love me, then why did tears well up in his eyes when that song played?" she wondered, unable to shake the doubt.
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It was eleven o'clock. Misha was on the terrace, gazing at the full moon and reliving the day Vihaan confessed his feelings.
"It is August twenty-second again, and the same song played again," she whispered to herself. A soft smile touched her lips, quickly followed by tears. She wiped them away and walked down to the kitchen.
As she entered, she was shocked by the scene: Karthik was standing at the stove. "Brother, what are you making in the kitchen at this time?"
Karthik stopped stirring, turning to face her. "Well, your sister-in-law had a craving for kheer (rice pudding), so I'm making it for her." Misha nodded and immediately began helping him.
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"Okay, the kheer is done. Now you go and sleep," Karthik said, serving the kheer into a bowl. Misha hummed and left the kitchen. Karthik picked up the bowl and a spoon and walked towards his room.
He found Rithika asleep on the couch, a book resting in her hand. He gently set the bowl on the bedside table, smiled, and carefully lifted her into his arms, placing her on the bed.
"I love you, Mishti," Karthik whispered, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. He then quietly moved to the home office.
Meanwhile, Vihaan was on the couch in his apartment, on the phone. "Sir, I have sent you the details about Mr. Agarwal," a calm voice on the other end confirmed.
Vihaan hummed, ending the call. He opened his laptop and began scrutinizing the details. When he was done, he snapped the laptop shut, a cold, hard look settling on his face. "Mr. Agarwal, be ready to face the consequences," he vowed.
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[Kheer is an Indian sweet made with milk and rice.]
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