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On a crisp morning, as the sun cast golden hues upon the Maheshwari household, the usual chaos unfolded inside. It was a holiday, and Mr. and Mrs. Maheshwari sat lazily at the dining table, sipping their tea while engaging in a heated discussion about the most reckless political topic. Soon, the conversation took a sharp turn to gossip about a relative who had inquired about Avya’s marriage. They exchanged dramatic sighs, their discussion morphing into a full-fledged session of dissecting the relative’s audacity.

Amidst this, Vidyut lazily yawned as he strode down the staircase, his disheveled hair and half-open eyes making it evident that he had just woken up.

"Uth gaye janabzaade?" his mother taunted. "Matlab kya hai yeh, Vidyut? Itna koi sota hai kya? Kab soye the kal raat ko?"

"Mummy, yeh raat ko kahan," Avya interjected while walking past him, fresh from a bath. She smacked his head lightly. "Yeh toh subah sota hai."

"Aa, mummy dekho, maar rahi hai yeh!" Vidyut whined like a child, rubbing his head dramatically. He yawned again before adding, "Uthne ke baad ek insaan 'good morning' deserve karta hai, aap logon ko dekho."

"Konsi morning bhai?" his mother scoffed. "It’s past 1 in the afternoon. Good morning, Vidyut. Zaraa Maharaj ke liye breakfast ka prabandh kijiye. Aur thoda jal bhi le aayiye, itna so kar thak gaye honge."

"Arey yaar, Mummy, sorry," he said, joining his hands in front of her in mock apology.

Just then, Samiksha emerged from the kitchen, a glass of cold coffee in hand, her face brimming with an unfamiliar yet refreshing confidence. Today, after months of self-doubt and unnecessary overthinking, she had finally come to a realization—she had been ridiculously dumb to ever question herself.

She had never been insecure, not until years of unsolicited comments drilled into her mind the idea that something was "wrong" with her.

"Ohh, she’s so thin. Doesn’t her family give her anything to eat?"

"Haha, careful! You might blow away with the wind!"

"Beta, your whole family is so fair-skinned. How come you're dusky? You should apply besan and haldi face masks. You’ll be fair like them in no time!"

"Hehe, you look like a 6th grader. So tiny. Height wahi par ruk gayi kya?"

Ugh. This nonsense had messed with her mind. It wasn’t as if she had ever craved validation for her looks—beauty wasn’t something she had worked for, after all. It was natural. Her dusky skin, her petite frame, her 5'1 height—none of it was in her control. But what truly hurt was that no one acknowledged the things she had worked for—her intelligence, her kindness, her skills. Instead, she was always compared to Avya, as if her worth boiled down to how she looked in contrast to her sister.

But not anymore.

"Screw them."

Their opinions were no longer her concern. If she started degrading herself too, what would be the difference between her and those shallow-minded people?

She took a slow sip of her coffee, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

She was done caring. She would laugh a little louder, joke a little more, and live life the way she wanted. And all of this? This newfound confidence? It was because of one person—Abeer.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her mother announced, “It’s Mr. Rajvansh’s birthday today, and we’re invited. Just a simple dinner with a few other guests.”

Vidyut and Avya exchanged mischievous grins. Of course, their respective partners would be there. Meanwhile, Samiksha froze. The memory of that one mortifying encounter with Abeer resurfaced in her mind. God, it was embarrassing. She had wanted to apologize for so long, but the awkwardness had held her back. Yes, she had seen him multiple times in school after that, but she had never mustered the courage to say sorry.

But tonight, she would. She had to.

Meanwhile, at Rajvansh Mansion...

Preparations for the dinner were in full swing. Of course, in true Rajvansh style, it was impossible to proceed without chaos.

Everything had been going smoothly—until Aarohi and Abeer decided to start a fight.

Why?

Because both of them had unknowingly picked cargo pants to wear, and now, each was accusing the other of copying.

"Tujhe kuch pata nahi hai na? Jab dekho meri copy karwa lo," Aarohi huffed dramatically.

"Copy? Woh bhi teri?" Abeer scoffed. "Heh, isse acha toh main gutter mein doob ke mar jaun."

"Mujhe gutter se compare kar rahe ho?" Aarohi gasped. "Tum bhi koi ache nahi dikhte. Suar ki tatti jaisi toh shakal hai!"

"Haww! Suar ki tatti? Very below the belt!" Abeer clutched his chest in fake offense. "Khud ki shakal kitchen ke poche se kam nahi dikhti!"

"Zyada mat bolo," Aarohi narrowed her eyes. "Varna Papa ko bata dungi ki kal raat 2 baje bike leke kahaan chale gaye the."

Abeer paled. "Jaa, bata de. Fir main bhi bata dunga ki tu aur Vidyut kya kya karte ho."

"Chhi! Kya kya karte ho matlab?" she scowled. "Aur baat mein usko mat lao!"

"Acha bacchu—"

"Papa, bhaiya maar—"

"Acha, meri maa!" Abeer cut her off, raising his hands in surrender. "Main kuch aur pehen leta hoon, bas Papa ko mat bula!"

Aarohi smirked in victory.

The Maheshwaris finally arrived at Rajvansh Mansion. As Samiksha stepped inside, clad in a black anarkali adorned with intricate mirror work, her dusky complexion glowed under the warm lights. Her long hair swayed gracefully with each step.

Abeer’s breath hitched.

She was breathtaking.

Not just because of her beauty—but because of her smile.

A real smile. A smile that could take his goddamn breath away. A smile he had missed for so long.

God, she was stunning.

"Ahem, ahem." Aarohi snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Take a picture if you want, but please, don’t stare at her like a creep. She gets conscious."

Abeer coughed, flustered. "Ahem… sorry."

Meanwhile, Vidyut’s eyes fell on Aarohi, who looked effortlessly adorable in a pink short kurti paired with baggy jeans. He smiled at her, but she just mouthed fuck off in anger.

Right. The stupid fight from last night.

After missing 45 of his messages and ignoring 30 of his calls, she was still mad.

As everyone settled in the living room after wishing the birthday boy, Vidyut’s mother curiously asked, "You mentioned someone else was coming too. Who is it?"

Ekansh’s father smiled. "Actually, Ekansh ke ladki wale aa rahe hain. Socha birthday ke bahane mil bhi lein."

Ekansh, who had been very busy secretly annoying Avya, nearly choked.

"Meri shaadi hai aur mujhe hi nahi pata? Huh?" he exclaimed.

"Haan, nahi bataya," his father replied casually. "Warna tu wahi shuru ho jaata—'Yeh kya bakwaas hai' wagera wagera."

Ekansh argued for a while, but ultimately, he gave in.

Meanwhile, Avya sat beside him, unbothered. Her boyfriend was about to meet a girl for marriage, but did she care?

Nope.

She knew exactly where his limits were.

This scene is so wholesome, filled with humor, romance, and family chaos—everything that makes a story engaging! Here’s how I’d refine it while keeping the essence intact:

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The lively chatter in the living room grew even more cheerful as Abeer’s cousin and his wife arrived with their little son, Rivan. Warm greetings were exchanged as they settled in, blending effortlessly with the family. Meanwhile, Samiksha’s mother nudged her to fetch a bag from their car.

Samiksha, who was already deep in conversation with Abeer’s bhabhi—her good friend—didn’t mind the small task. But just as she turned to leave, little Rivan, who had been sitting comfortably on Abeer’s lap, suddenly jumped off and ran straight toward her.

"Hey, cutie!" she cooed, scooping him up effortlessly.

"You look beautiful!" Rivan declared boldly before planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

Samiksha burst into laughter, utterly charmed. But she knew this mischievous little guy too well—he never gave out compliments so easily. Narrowing her eyes playfully, she leaned in and whispered, "Kisne kaha aisa bolne ko?"

Rivan giggled, his eyes twinkling. "Abeer chachu ne," he admitted sheepishly.

Samiksha’s breath hitched as warmth crept up her cheeks, a blush so deep that it was impossible to hide. Across the room, her gaze met Abeer’s. And just like that, the world around them faded. The unspoken words hung in the air, amplifying the fluttering in her chest.

Snapping out of it, she quickly made a deal with Rivan. "I'll give you three chocolates if you go and say thank you to Abeer chachu," she bargained.

Rivan’s face lit up. "Done!" he chirped before running back and plopping onto Abeer’s lap.

"Thank you!" he said in his adorable baby voice.

Samiksha mouthed a soft "thank you" from across the room, making Abeer’s lips twitch into a smirk. And then—it was his turn to blush.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen…

Aarohi was stacking the used cups on the counter when Vidyut followed her in, casually saying, "I'll help."

She ignored him.

As she turned to leave, his fingers curled around her wrist, halting her. "Ek baar dekhogi bhi nahi?" His voice was low, teasing.

"Nahiiii, chhodo." she snapped, trying to free herself.

But Vidyut was quicker. With one swift motion, he pulled her back, her back crashing against his chest. A startled gasp escaped her lips. She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear as he whispered, "Kabhi nahi."

Her cheeks turned a furious shade of red, but she refused to let him see just how much he affected her.

"Chhodo," she muttered half-heartedly.

"Not happening." His arms snaked around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Ab bataoge why are you mad at me?"

She huffed. "Why were you talking to that girl from your class. She's so clingy!!!?"

Vidyut grinned. "Oh, so that's why you're mad?"

"I don’t care if you talk to girls, but her? She's too much!"

"Just this?" he asked, amused. "Fine. I won't talk to her. Ever." His voice softened. "Sorry, hmm?"

Aarohi pouted before sighing. "It's okay… but if someone sees us like this, ahem ahem, you know…"

She turned to leave, but Vidyut caught her wrist again, this time pulling her to face him. Her breath caught as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes dark and intense.

"You look beautiful," he murmured. "I’m not a poet, but if beauty had a name, it would be yours."

Aarohi’s heart stuttered. Then, surprising even herself, she tiptoed and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

Vidyut froze. His breath hitched. His brain stalled.

And before he could even react, Aarohi had already turned on her heel and disappeared.

Ekansh’s potential in-laws had arrived to "see" him for marriage. And, like all traditional setups, they cracked the most painfully unfunny jokes, laughing way too loudly at their own humor.

As dinner progressed, Ekansh’s mother turned to the girl and asked, "Beta, what’s your qualification?"

In a dramatically exaggerated tone, the girl replied, "I did BBA," as if she had just cleared the UPSC exam.

Her mother jumped in with equal enthusiasm. "Arey, humari beti toh sab kuch kar leti hai! Roti gol bana leti hai, gaana gaa leti hai, aur toh aur—Mandir ki Bhajan sandhya mein chamach se dholak bhi bajati hai!"

The table fell into an awkward silence as everyone struggled not to laugh.

But Avya, forever in a playful mood, smirked. "Wow, yeh toh talent hai! Chamach se dholak bajana—thoda humein bhi dikhaiye?"

The girl, oblivious to the sarcasm, happily picked up a spoon and started tapping the table.

Samiksha, who had been holding in her laughter all this while, burst into a coughing fit. "Acha tha!" she managed between giggles.

Later, as people mingled post-dinner, the girl—distracted and not looking—accidentally bumped into little Rivan, causing his ice cream to fall on her dress.

"Ugh! What the hell?!" she shrieked.

Rivan’s eyes welled up with tears. Before he could react, Avya stormed to his defense, scooping him into her arms. "You can’t scream at a little kid!"

"He ruined my dress!" the girl shot back.

"He made a mistake, and he apologized. What more do you want?" Avya’s tone was firm.

"I don’t talk to outsiders," the girl scoffed, throwing in a below-the-belt remark.

Ekansh stepped forward, eyes darkening. "Excuse me? Don’t you dare talk to her like that, or else—"

But Avya shot him a pleading look, silently begging him not to make their relationship obvious. He clenched his jaw but stopped.

Avya turned back to the girl, keeping her tone civil. But the girl? Her "sanskari" act completely crumbled as she retorted shamelessly.

Enough was enough.

Ekansh’s mother stood up, leveling the girl with a cold stare. "Sorry, humne aapko yahan bula liya. Agar pehle pata hota that you’re this mannerless, toh never mind. You can leave."

The girl and her family scoffed before storming out.

The moment they were gone, Samiksha—still struggling to control her laughter—gasped, "Dholak pe spoon bajati hu, hahaha!"

She called Rivan into her arms, giggling. "Dekha, aunty ka hi dholak baj gaya!"

The entire room erupted in laughter.

But Abeer?

He wasn’t laughing.

He was just watching her. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way she held Rivan with such affection—it was too cute to handle.

Rivan soon dozed off in Samiksha’s arms, looking absolutely angelic.

"Put him to sleep upstairs," his mother instructed.

Samiksha nodded but hesitated. She didn’t know where the room was.

"Abeer, show her the room," his father said.

Abeer’s heart flipped.

"Gladly," he said, grinning as he led her upstairs, his excitement barely contained.

As Samiksha moved upstairs with little Rivan in her arms and Abeer followed her behind. They were not talking to eachother not even looking at eachother but the tension between them was still pabable. She wasn't hesitating to apologise to him but she was confused that whatever she did on that day deserves forgiveness or not(she is a dumb human being with the skills of overthinking, before doing the actual things she jumps on conclusion beforehand and that is her problem.)

Abeer, who was following her earlier swiftly matched her pace and now he was walking beside her, there eyes met momentarily and an unspoken feeling passed between them as she was trying to convey that she wanted to talk to him. And as if he understood her request, he nodded meekly.

They went near the room and he opened the door signalling her to get inside dramatically throwing his hands up in the air. Then she carefully made Rivan sleep on the bed and adjusted cushions around him. She moved up and as their eyes met a collective sigh of relief released in the room.

"Can we talk?"she asked but she knew his response already.

"Finally! Thankyou bhagwan ji mein ab aapko sachii mein gajar ka halwa bana ke khilaunga." Actually he mad a wish to God that if Samiksha will talk to him then he will offer gajar ka halwa that too made by him.

(Just a man in love)

Samiksha just looked at him in utter shock but her lips got curved into a smile.

"Uh-okay I know I'm very bad at this. I seriously don't know how to apologise to you. See I'm not dumb I know how to say sorry, I just have to say 'abeer I'm so sorry for that day.' but noo it's not about sorry it was about my actions. They were so wrong, I - I literally tried to kill myself. Agar tum uss time waha nahi hote toh I don't know mein khud ke saath kya kar leti and fuck myself I'm really sorry I snapped at you. You know -"

She was cut off by Abeer "shhh! Shant.  Calm down. Its okay Samiksha, I don't need your apology I only need one favour from you."

She looked at him confused "what favour?"

" First of all I want you to tell me that why the heck in your life ever you thought that you were not worth it?"

He asked her softly.

She dramatically threw her hands up in the air while sitting on the bed "Abeer I might sound dumb but I was not like this you know I used to be a girl who believed in ' I don't give duck to others' opinion. I know I'm what I'm and I don't need anybody's point of view on that' but things moved forward and every single person except my actual people tried their best to remind me that I'm not pretty enough. I'm not worthy and I don't reach to this society's beauty standards. They always comment on me about my dusky skin tone, my height, my thin frame and compared me to Avya didi. So slowly I also started believing that maybe they are right. Maybe I'm not pretty....not pretty enough to live here just the way they wanted me to live. So I started blaming myself because the little girl who always heard weird comments about herself  inside me started storming on myself. A part of me always questioned saying "why I'm not lucky enough that I don't have this or I don't have that. What wrong I ever done to someone that I'm not blessed enough to have fair skin or fit body or maybe just maybe little more inches of height?"

She sighed looking at him and continued "but now it doesn't matter or maybe that's what I believe. But fir mein kitna bhi kar luu it must be difficult for me to erase that self doubt from my stupid mind."she shrugged her shoulders.

And he just looked at her after hearing her insecurities, her thoughts and whatever she went through. He mentally cursed himself for not being with her when she needed him..maybe. she was going through alot but she never stopped smiling... she never stopped being kind and that's what he has always admired about her.

He reluctantly moved closer to her and forwarded his hand to her "may I ?" And she gently placed her palm in his and he guided her and made her stand infront of the mirror as he stood just behind her making a breathable distance.

Samiksha found herself standing in front of the mirror, Abeer positioned just behind her. His presence was warm, steady, and undeniably reassuring. She glanced at their reflection, her gaze flickering between her own hesitant expression and his unwavering one.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with emotions—unspoken, yet so profoundly felt. Abeer gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch feather-light, as if afraid she might pull away.

"Look at yourself," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

Samiksha did, but all she could see were the flaws people had pointed out for years—the dusky skin tone, the petite frame, the features that never seemed to meet society's expectations. Her fingers twitched at her sides, the old insecurities creeping in.

Abeer, noticing her hesitation, leaned in slightly. His breath fanned against the side of her face, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

"You know what I see?" he murmured, his voice deep and laced with something she couldn’t quite decipher.

She swallowed. "What?"

His fingers brushed against her wrist, tracing slow, comforting circles. "I see a girl who's been through hell and still finds the courage to smile. A girl who carries so much love in her heart, even when she forgets to give some to herself."

She bit her lip, fighting the sudden sting in her eyes.

His gaze didn’t waver. "I see eyes that hold galaxies, lips that curve into the most breathtaking smile, and a heart—God, Samiksha, a heart so pure that it makes this entire world seem dull in comparison."

Her breath hitched.

"You say you’re not pretty enough," he continued, his voice rough with emotion. "Not pretty enough for whom, Sam? For some shallow idiots who don’t know the difference between beauty and perfection? For people who measure worth based on fairness creams and magazine covers?"

She blinked, her reflection blurring as unshed tears threatened to spill.

Abeer exhaled deeply, his grip on her shoulders firm yet gentle. "You’ve let them decide how you should see yourself. But do you ever wonder how I see you?"

She turned slightly, looking at his reflection instead of her own. "How do you see me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

His lips quirked into a soft, almost sad smile. "I see the most beautiful girl I have ever met."

She sucked in a sharp breath, her heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it.

"You think beauty is just about flawless skin and a perfect body?" Abeer tilted his head, eyes locked onto hers through the mirror. "No, Samiksha. Beauty is the way your nose scrunches when you’re confused. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. The way your laughter makes everything feel lighter. The way you care so damn much about the people around you, even when they don’t deserve it."

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, sinking into the deepest corners of her soul.

"You are enough, just as you are," he said, his voice laced with conviction. "You always have been."

A tear slipped down her cheek, and before she could wipe it away, Abeer did. His thumb brushed against her skin, lingering for a second longer than necessary.

Her pulse quickened.

"You see yourself through the eyes of people who never deserved to define you," he murmured. "But if you ever want to see what real admiration looks like, what real beauty feels like—look at yourself through my eyes."

Samiksha turned then, facing him completely. They were close—too close—but neither of them moved away. Her heart was racing, her thoughts a tangled mess, and yet, for the first time in a long time, she felt… seen.

Abeer’s eyes flickered down to her lips for a fleeting second before meeting her gaze again. He swallowed hard, as if trying to restrain himself.

"Do you get it now?" he asked, his voice lower, more intense.

She nodded, unable to form words.

"Good," he whispered. And then, with a gentle squeeze of her hand, he stepped back, giving her space.

But the warmth of his touch, the weight of his words, and the way he had just looked at her—like she was the most precious thing in the world—stayed with her long after he had moved away.

Because maybe, just maybe, Abeer had seen something in her that she had never dared to see in herself.

And that changed everything.

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It can be boring I know but this chapter mainly focuses on how to overcome your fvcking insecurities because my girlll or boyyy you are beautiful 🎀😭🤚🏻 just the way you are and no one has the right to question your beauty according to their beauty standards because beauty lies in the eyes of beholder.

And you just have to be real!!!

I'm sorry if you felt this chapter was boring but call me selfish but I wrote this to overcome my own fears!!!!

I hope you got my message ✨✨

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