The morning sun cast a gentle glow as Disha woke up to the chirping of birds and the persistent melody of her alarm. Rising from bed, she embarked on her daily ritual of yoga, finding solace in the tranquility it brought to her busy life. After the rejuvenating session, she freshened up, adding another layer of readiness for the day.
Disha carefully selected her attire for the day – a soft pink kurta paired with leggings, reflecting her penchant for simplicity. With a touch of kajal, lipstick, and a small bindi on her forehead, Disha felt ready to face the day. Satisfied with her appearance, she joined her family for a hearty breakfast, the aroma of home-cooked meals filling the air. After bidding farewell to her parents, she set out for work, ready to tackle the challenges that awaited her at the IT firm.
As Disha gracefully navigated the damp streets, dressed in a soft pink kurta and leggings, she approached the bus stop. However, the serenity of the morning was abruptly disrupted when Aryan's car careened over a concealed pothole, splashing a concoction of muddy water onto Disha's meticulously chosen attire.
As Disha, with her dress stained, approached Aryan's car window at the traffic signal, Aryan found himself momentarily captivated by her beauty. Her hazelnut eyes, framed by long, fluttering eyelashes, held a mixture of anger and determination. A small, cute nose flared in frustration, and her lips, though small, were enunciating words that were momentarily lost to Aryan as he was entranced by her presence.
Disha, tapping on the window and mumbling words inaudible to Aryan, brought him back to reality. He was momentarily lost in the details of her face, the rain forming a delicate curtain between them.
Disha, heatedly: "What was that? Are you blind? You ruined my dress!"
Aryan, momentarily caught off guard: "It's not my problem. Watch where you're going."
Disha, refusing his offered money: "I don't want your money. I want an apology!"
Aryan, growing irritated: "Apology? For what? Get out of the way."
Undeterred, Disha seized the moment, reaching for Aryan's side mirror.
Disha, defiantly: "This is for my ruined dress. Learn to respect others!"
The mirror shattered, echoing the intensity of the moment.
Aryan, in shock: "What the... Why would you do that?"
Disha, resolute: "Because some things are worth more than money – like self-respect."
Leaving Aryan bewildered, Disha walked away, her steps resonating with a newfound strength. The rain continued to fall, each drop bearing witness to a clash that hinted at deeper currents in the unfolding narrative of Disha and Aryan.
Mumbling a few choice words about Aryan under her breath on her way back home, Disha couldn't shake off the frustration from their encounter.
Hurriedly changing into a new set of clothes, Disha reassured her mother that everything was okay.
Disha: "Don't worry, Mom. Just had a little mishap. I'll explain everything once I'm back. Running late for work!"
With that, she rushed out of the door, leaving behind a puzzled but relieved mother.
On just her third day, Disha found herself running late, thanks to the unexpected encounter with Aryan. The consequence? A scolding from her manager as she entered the office.
Manager: "Disha, this is your third day, and punctuality is crucial. What's the reason for being late?"
Disha, flustered: "I'm really sorry, sir. There was an unexpected incident on the way."
Manager, sternly: "Excuses won't cut it. You need to manage your time better. This is a professional environment."
Disha, apologetic: "I understand, sir. It won't happen again."
The manager sighed, signaling the end of the brief yet reprimanding dialogue.
Disha, engrossed in her work and enjoying some fun moments in the office, gradually pushed aside the memory of Aryan, allowing herself to fully focus on her professional tasks.
On the flip side, Aryan found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on his work as Disha's face kept infiltrating his thoughts. Canceling a few meetings, he secluded himself in his office, attempting to bury himself in work and divert his attention from her image. The shock of being captivated by someone he barely knew was a departure from his usual composed self. Confused and somewhat disturbed, Aryan grappled with the unexpected intrusion of Disha into his thoughts, a departure from the emotional landscape he thought he had left behind.
As Disha reached the haven of her home, she couldn't contain the whirlwind of emotions from the day's unexpected encounter and eagerly began recounting the tale to her parents.
Disha, animatedly: "Today was beyond belief! A complete stranger, and I mean a mysterious guy, decided it was a good idea to splash muddy water all over me. Well, let's just say, his side mirror might have suffered a bit."
Father, eyebrows raised: "Breaking someone's property, Disha? That's not your usual style."
Disha, defensively: "Dad, you had to be there! He had this air of arrogance, and I couldn't let him get away with it."
Mother, cautiously: "Violence is never the answer, beta. You should handle these situations more carefully."
Later, in the sanctuary of her room, Disha found herself introspecting on her impulsive actions.
Disha, with a sigh: "Maybe I let my temper get the best of me. I should apologize to Dad for the whole side mirror incident."
Disha, apologetic: "Dad, I'm genuinely sorry for breaking the mirror. It was impulsive, and I realize it wasn't the best way to handle things."
Father, forgiving: "Just be more cautious, Disha. There are better ways to deal with conflicts."
Disha and her parents concluded their dinner and dispersed to their respective rooms.
Engrossed in a book, Disha found solace between its pages, gradually succumbing to the embrace of a restful sleep. As the night unfolded, thoughts of the mysterious stranger gradually faded, allowing her dreams to unfold in a realm detached from the events of the day.
Returning home early at 10 PM, Aryan found his parents eagerly awaiting him. After a quick refresh, Aryan joined them for dinner, engaging in light conversation. However, the persistent topic of marriage lingered in the air, and Aryan, attempting to sidestep the discussion, found himself drawn into the conversation.
Father, teasing: "Aryan, you're coming home early today. Is everything okay at work?"
Aryan, casually: "Yeah, just wrapping up some things."
Mother, with a smile: "We were thinking about your future, beta. Maybe it's time to consider marriage?"
Aryan, deflecting: "Mom, not again. I'm focused on my career right now."
Father, persistent: "But, Aryan, finding a life partner is also crucial. It's not just about work."
Aryan, evading: "Let's not get into this now. I need some time to think."
With the unsolicited topic of marriage hanging in the air, the family members retreated to their respective rooms, leaving Aryan to grapple with his thoughts in the solitude of the night.
As thoughts of the intriguing encounter with the spirited girl lingered in his mind, Aryan couldn't resist referring to her as the "wild cat." Despite the unusual connection, he eventually drifted into sleep, allowing the events of the day to fade away momentarily.
As the new day unfolded, Disha adhered to her morning rituals, beginning with a rejuvenating yoga session. She continued with her routine, freshening up and adorning herself in a simple yet elegant sky blue Kurti with white leggings. Applying minimal makeup that accentuated her natural beauty, she opted for a subtle touch, enhancing her hazelnut eyes and completing the look with a delicate pink lipstick.
Dressed and ready for the day, Disha bid farewell to her parents, anticipation of the impending weekend evident in her demeanor. The prospect of a two-day break from work added a touch of excitement to her Friday, as she embarked on her journey to the office.
In the relaxed atmosphere of Friday, the trio found themselves blending work and banter, the anticipation of the upcoming weekend lingering in the air. As lunchtime approached, they headed towards the canteen, where Vikram joined them, accompanied by his colleague, Shravan Patil.
Vikram, with a grin: "Hey, folks! Mind if I join in on the lunchtime fun?"
Disha, welcoming: "Of course not, Vikram! The more, the merrier."
Shravan, with a friendly nod: "Hi, everyone. Mind if I pull up a chair?"
Aditi, laughing: "Not at all! Grab a seat, and let the lunchtime festivities begin!"
As the group enjoyed their lunch and engaged in casual conversation, Aditi couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Vikram, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Amidst discussions about the approaching weekend, Vishal proposed the idea of heading out for drinks after office hours.
Vishal, with enthusiasm: "How about we kick off the weekend with some drinks, folks?"
Aditi, trying to play it cool: "Sounds like a plan."
Disha, hesitating: "Well, I'm not really into drinking..."
Vishal, interrupting: "Come on, Disha! It's Friday, and we're all in the mood for some fun."
As Disha expressed her reluctance toward drinking, her friends continued to playfully persuade her to join in the Friday evening escapade.
Vishal, with a grin: "Come on, Disha, just one drink won't hurt. It's all about unwinding."
Aditi, teasingly: "You can be our responsible drinker, ensuring we don't go overboard."
Vikram, joining in: "Disha, it's a casual get-together. You don't have to drink if you don't want to, but it'll be fun!"
Disha, with a laugh: "Alright, alright! but I won't be drinking. You guys go ahead. I'm keeping an eye on all of you."
Vikram, raising his glass: "Deal! It's going to be a great evening!"
With everyone on board, including Shravan, the weekend plan was sealed, promising an evening filled with camaraderie and the promise of relaxation.
In the big Singhania house, everyone was busy getting ready for Aryan's grandparents' visit from London. Aryan's dad, Raj, had a brother named Dev living in London. Dev had some issues with his business and was thinking about coming back to India and joining the Singhania family business.
Raj was okay with Dev joining, but Aryan didn't like his uncle much. The reason was that Dev and his wife didn't treat Aryan's mom well because she came from a middle-class family.
Aryan, having finished business school, joined his dad's business, and Vidyut, his cousin, who was the same age, joined Devraj's business. But things started getting complicated as Devraj didn't stop interfering in business deals, causing problems in the business.
The breakfast table at the Singhania residence became a battlefield of words as the marriage topic ignited once again. Sameer, added fuel to the fire by cracking jokes about Aryan, while Abhi, joined in on the fun, supporting Sameer's banter. Aryan, in return, glared at both of them, clearly unamused.
The persistent Nita, Aryan's mother, continued to press the matter, not willing to accept Aryan's opposition. She pleaded with him to, at the very least, allow them to find a suitable girl.
Sameer playfully teased, "Come on, Aryan, you can't escape the inevitable. Your mom is determined to find the perfect match for you."
Abhi chimed in, "Yeah, Bhai, it's time to embrace the idea of marriage. Who knows, you might end up with someone amazing!"
Aryan, with a stern look, retorted, "I've got more important things to focus on than this marriage drama."
Nita, undeterred, pleaded, "Aryan, just trust us. We only want what's best for you."
Aryan remained silent, neither consenting nor outright denying. Nita, ever the optimist, took this as a positive sign and couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the prospect of finding a potential match for her son. The breakfast scene was filled with lively banter, tension, and the unspoken anticipation of what the future might hold.
Sameer: "I'm sorry, guys, but duty calls. I have to head to the hospital now." He is a very renowned Dr. in one of the biggest hospitals in town.
Aryan: "No worries, Sameer. We understand. Take care at the hospital."
Sameer: "Thanks, Aryan. I'll catch up with you all later. Have a great time with your grandparents!"
Sameer leaves for the hospital, and the rest of the family reassures him.
Aryan and Raj were each driving separate cars, heading to the airport to receive Aryan's grandparents. Abhi kept himself entertained with games on his mobile in Aryan's car. Nita accompanied Raj in the other car.
Arriving at the airport, they waited together. Abhi teased Aryan about marriage and potential brides, earning a playful smack on the head from Aryan to quiet him down.
As the grandparents arrived, everyone exchanged warm greetings and sought their blessings.
Grandmother: "Oh, how I've missed you all!"
Grandfather: "It's wonderful to be back with our family."
Raj (to grandparents): "We're so happy to have you here."
Abhi (teasing Aryan): "Looks like your serious face is about to get some competition."
Aryan (smirking): "Let's focus on making their stay pleasant, shall we?"
They shared light banter on their way back, setting the tone for a family reunion.
The family split into two cars, with Raj, Abhi, and Nita in one, and Aryan accompanying his grandparents in the other. They made their way back to the mansion, ready to spend time together.
The living room echoed with warmth as everyone settled in, basking in the joy of the family reunion. Grandmother's eyes sparkled with love as she observed her grandchildren, and the atmosphere was filled with a sense of togetherness and affection.
Grandmother: "Oh, my dear Aryan and Abhi! You've grown into fine young men. I remember the days when both of you would create chaos around the house."
Aryan (smirking): "Well, those were interesting times, indeed."
Grandmother (affectionately): "And now, look at you, Aryan, handling the responsibilities of the business. Your grandfather and I are so proud."
Abhi (playfully): "Yeah, Aryan, even your legendary scowl seems less intimidating in front of Grandmother."
Aryan (smirking): "Don't push it, Abhi."
Grandmother (laughing): "Oh, you boys! Nothing has changed. But seriously, Aryan, when are you going to bring a lovely girl into this house?"
Aryan (rolling his eyes): "Grandmother, not this again."
Grandmother (teasing): "I just want to see my grandchildren settled. Is that too much to ask?"
Aryan: "Grandpa, is everything okay? You've been quiet." Trying to change the topic.
Grandpa (smiling): "Oh, my boy, everything is more than fine. Just enjoying the banter and the energy of this household. It feels like home."
Aryan (nodding): "Good to hear. Well, Grandmother seems to have her matchmaking mode on."
Grandpa (chuckling): "Ah, the matchmaking discussions. It's a tradition in our family, you know. Your grandmother means well. Just let her be."
Aryan (smirking): "I've been dealing with this for years, Grandpa. I guess it's just a part of being a Singhania."
Grandpa (patting Aryan's shoulder): "Indeed, my boy. But remember, sometimes unexpected things bring the most joy."
Aryan gave a thoughtful nod, wondering if his grandfather's words held some hidden wisdom.
Aryan left for work in the afternoon, his grandparents settling into the familiar surroundings of the Singhania mansion.