Om Parvati pataye Har har Mahadev
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In Rudraksha's Room
Rudraksha sat on the edge of his bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. Ishika walked in quietly and sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Beta, meri baat sun…" Ishika said softly, her voice calm yet firm, motherly concern shining in her eyes.
"Maa, please… agar aapko shaadi ki baat karni hai, toh mujhe koi shaadi nahi karni," Rudraksha said sharply, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"Beta, dekh… shaadi ke liye koi nahi bol raha. Bas Isha se mil le," Ishika said gently, a hopeful smile on her lips. She knew, deep down, Rudraksha and Isha were made for each other.
"Milne se kya hoga maa? Jab mujhe shaadi hi nahi karni," he muttered, frustration creeping in.
Ishika took a deep breath, trying to reach him.
"Rudra… tu meri aur apne papa ki shaadi kyun dekhta hai? Apne chacha-chachai ki dekho, kitne khush hain."
"Aur kya chance hai ki meri shaadi unke jaisi hogi? Apki jaisi nahi…" Rudraksha said, bitterness lacing his voice.
Ishika leaned closer, her eyes soft but determined.
"Haan, Rudra, shaadi na sirf bandhan hai… ye ruh ka bandhan hai. Tum jab Isha se milega, tab tujhe realize hoga. Wo bht samajhdaar, pyaari aur suljhi hui ladki hai… bilkul mere Shiv ki Parvati jaise."
Rudraksha's chest tightened. He shook his head, voice breaking slightly.
"Maa… main nahi chahta ki meri shaadi aisi ho jaise apki hui… main nahi chahta Isha ko apki tarah suffer karna pade…"
Ishika's hands tightened over his. Her voice was gentle, yet firm.
"Isha kyu suffer karegi, beta? Jab tu uske sath hoga… humesha uska saath dena. Tumhara pyaar, samajh, aur respect… ye hi uski zindagi ko strong banayega."
Rudraksha felt a lump in his throat. His eyes glistened, emotions threatening to overflow. Slowly, he leaned into Ishika, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.
"Maa…" he whispered, voice breaking. "Main… main bas nahi chahta ki uski zindagi mere wajah se limit ho ya dukhi ho…"
Ishika stroked his hair gently, her voice soft and reassuring.
"Beta, tumhare saath hone se, Isha ke sapne, khushi, aur freedom safe rahenge. Tum dono ka pyaar hi unhe strong banayega."
Rudraksha squeezed her hand, a mix of guilt, fear, and hope flooding his heart. For the first time in years, he felt a glimmer of possibility—maybe, just maybe, he could do things differently.
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In Dhairya's Room
Ritvik leaned casually against the wall, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
"Ab bta yaar, kaun hain ye Mehras? Aur sab unse milne ke liye itne excited kyun hain? Rudra bhaiya ka rishta aur Isha kaun hai?" he asked, tilting his head.
Dhairya smirked, clearly enjoying his friend's curiosity.
"Bas bas… tu chup hoga tab btaunga, na," he said teasingly.
"Tujhe maine btaya tha na, hum Banaras rehte the pehle?" Dhairya asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Haan," Ritvik nodded.
"Toh tab Mehras humare neighbour the… aur phir bonding bahut achhi ho gayi. Family jaisi feel hoti thi," Dhairya said, smiling, lost in the memories.
"Isha di aur Rudra bhaiya… dono ek jaise the. Tabhi toh families ne socha tha unki shaadi ka," he added thoughtfully.
"Par phir hum yahan aa gaye, toh hume laga baat wahi khatam ho gayi," Dhairya said with a shrug, a tinge of nostalgia in his smile.
Ritvik leaned forward, teasing tone creeping in.
"Shi h yaar… vaise ek baat bta, wahan koi aur ladki hai kya? Isha di ki choti behen, vehen… koi mere liye?" he said with a cheeky grin.
Dhairya chuckled, teasing back.
"Haan haan…"
"Kaun? Meri setting kar diya bhai?" Ritvik asked, mock-serious, leaning closer.
"Shrishti hai na… tufaan jaisi. Jha jaati hai, tufaan khada kar deti hai," Dhairya said, smirking at the memory of her mischievous childhood antics.
"Vahi jiski baat roz dining table par hoti hai?" Ritvik asked, horrified but amused.
"Haan, wahi," Dhairya said, laughing softly.
"Nahi bhai… rehen de. Mai single hi shi hu," Ritvik said, waving his hand, trying to act nonchalant.
Dhairya leaned back with a soft smile, looking thoughtful.
"Aur haan… tu aur Shrishti, dono ek jaise ho… tufaan jaise. Tumhari bhi achhi banegi," he said, eyes twinkling, a hint of pride in his voice.
The room filled with light laughter as the two friends continued their playful banter, the topic of Mehras and upcoming meetings adding a buzz of anticipation
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In Isha's Room
Isha sat on her bed, knees hugged close, lost in her thoughts. Her mind was a whirlwind—marriage, career, responsibilities… she felt torn. The sunlight spilling through the window couldn't reach the heaviness in her chest.
A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Maa… tai… maa, aaiye na," Isha called softly.
Kavya and Nisha entered quietly, their steps gentle. They sat on either side of her bed, exchanging a knowing glance—they knew exactly what was on Isha's mind.
"Hume tumse baat karni hai, beta," Kavya began gently, her voice calm, yet full of warmth.
"Boliye na, tai maa," Isha said, her voice barely above a whisper, but her eyes revealing everything—she already knew what the conversation would be about.
Kavya smiled softly, lost in the memory.
"Jab tu aur Rudra chote the na… dono ek jaise the, dono ko doctor banna tha. Tabhi humne socha tha tumhari shaadi ka ," she said, eyes glimmering with affection, thinking about the past.
Isha's voice trembled slightly, emotions surfacing.
"Par tai maa… mujhe shaadi nahi karni. mujhe apne career ko aur aage le Jana h mujhe logo ke liye kaam Krna h aap toh jaanti h na mujhe sirf doctor tb apna career simit nhi rakhna"
Nisha reached out, holding her hand gently.
"Haan beta… toh tujhe kaun rok raha hai? Tu apne career par shaadi ke baad bhi focus kar sakti hai, beta."
Isha's eyes filled with concern.
"Maa… shaadi ke baad saari responsibilities… main kaise akele puri karungi? Malhotra ko bhi expectations hongi mujhse…" she said, her voice soft but full of understanding.
Nisha smiled reassuringly, brushing a strand of hair from Isha's face.
"Tu akeli hogi, ye kisne kaha? Rudraksha hoga na tere saath, beta. Career mera bhi tha, aur tere papa ka bhi… hum dono ne rishte aur career ko balance kiya. Saath mein ,dekh beta, sab itna acha hai."
Kavya nodded, her voice calm and filled with warmth.
"Jab partner acha ho na beta, toh sab acha hota hai. Tu Rudraksha se mil ke ye decide kariyo… ki vo sahi hai tere liye ya nahi."
Isha exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. She smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. Slowly, she leaned forward, hugging both women tightly.
"Thank you… maa, tai maa…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, emotions spilling over. "Aap dono ki baaton se mujhe itni himmat mili…"
Kavya and Nisha hugged her back, squeezing her gently.
"Beta, hamesha yaad rakh… tere sapne, tere decisions… dono important hain. Rudraksha ke saath bhi tu apni pehchaan nahi khoyegi, bas khush rehna."
Isha pulled back slightly, looking at them with glistening eyes, a small, hopeful smile on her lips. For the first time, the tug-of-war in her heart felt a little lighter—maybe things could be balanced, maybe she could have both her dreams and her heart
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In Shrishti's room, chaos and excitement had officially taken over.
She had completely lost her mind in happiness ever since she heard "Malhotras are coming."
Jumping on the bed like a child, hugging her pillow, then running to the mirror—blushing, hiding her face, smiling, then blushing again.
"Pagal ho gayi lagti ho," she muttered to her reflection… and then blushed even harder.
Finally she flopped on the bed, opened her diary—her secret universe, the one who knows everything—and began writing.
"Shivji… vo bhi aayega na?" she whispered, chewing on the pen cap.
But then her smile dropped.
"Lekin kya pata… vo na aaye. Matlab… kaun jaane."
Her brows furrowed, her lips forming a tiny worried pout.
She scribbled in her diary dramatically: 'Agar vo nahi aaya toh? Main toh bekar reason ke liye blush kar rahi hu!'
Then she shut the diary and looked up again.
"Vaise toh aana hi chahiye… seven saal ho gaye. Saat saal, Shivji!" she said loudly, holding up seven fingers like she was arguing with the universe.
"Aap usse bhej dena… please? Usse dekhe hue itna time ho gaya. Face to face energy alag hi hoti hai. Haan social media pe stalk karna ek alag hi art hai," she said with a dramatic chuckle.
She hugged the diary close to her chest, rolled on the bed, and covered her face with the pillow.
"Bas ek baar mil jaye… ek baar," she whispered, her voice soft with hope.
Then she peeked from under the pillow and added
"Bs shivji sab aapke hath mai hai...bs ek baar usse dekh lu pakka kuch aur nhi bolungi aapse"
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hope you felt Shrishti's excitement the way she felt it herself.
Kabhi-kabhi dil kisi purani dhadkan ko yaad karke pagal sa behave karne lagta hai… bas ussi phase se woh guzri.
Ab dekhte hain —
seven years old connection sach-much wapas aata hai…
ya sirf uski diary hi uska saath nibhaati rahegi.
Aur ek aur kahani shuru ho rahi hai,
Isha & Rudraksha ki--
do log, ek hi duniya, ek hi kahani kya ek dusre ko
apna aane wala kal chunege?
Ya phir dono apni zidd, apne darr, aur apni priorities ke peeche chup jayenge?
Stay tuned
~Shrii🤍