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The Sarabhai household was buzzing with activity as workers decorated the vast backyard for Hira and Shubman's engagement.

Hira stood in the middle of the chaos, her arms crossed as she barked instructions at the workers.

Her usual calm demeanor had been replaced with visible frustration.

"Arey, yaar! Tum logo ko light waha lagane ko kisne bola?" she shouted, her voice tinged with impatience.

"And that table? Why is it not properly covered? Fix it right now!"

As she was mid-rant, her mother, dressed in a vibrant pink dress and looking as pretty as ever, walked over.

She placed a hand on Hira's shoulder, making her jump slightly.

"Hia, bas, dikra," her mom said gently. "You've been standing here for hours. When was the last time you ate something?"

"manu kashu nathi khau, Mummy," Hira retorted, brushing her hair out of her face. "Everything has to be perfect, and these people don't listen unless I keep an eye on them."

Her mom narrowed her eyes in that classic mom glare that needed no words.

"You're going inside and eating something right now. Hu tane lai jau ghasite ne andar?"

Hira opened her mouth to protest but caught the warning in her mother's gaze. "Fine," she muttered, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I'll go."

Inside, the kitchen was quieter compared to the chaos outside. She grabbed a glass of water, sighing deeply as she prepared to take a sip.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and without looking at the caller ID, she answered in a sharp tone.

"kya hai?!"

On the other end, Shubman chuckled, clearly amused. "Wow, what a warm greeting. Is this how you'll talk to me after marriage too?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, realizing it was him. She quickly softened her tone.

"Oh... it's you. Sorry, babe. I thought it was one of the organisers calling."

"What's wrong, love? You sound stressed," he asked, his voice tender and filled with concern.

She sighed heavily, leaning against the counter. "Everything's just so chaotic, Shub. The decorations aren't done properly, and the table isn't proper, and... I don't know. It's overwhelming."

"Hmm," he cooed softly, "poor baby. But tell me, have you eaten anything?"

Hira hesitated before mumbling, "Not yet..."

"Hira!" he exclaimed, his tone shifting to stern. "How many times do I have to tell you to take care of yourself? You're running around without food, and for what? The engagement will be fine, even if the table is broken!"

"But-"

"No buts!" he interrupted, his voice firm but loving. "You're not going to stress yourself out like this. Promise me you'll eat something now."

"I promise," she replied softly, a small smile forming on her lips at his concern.

They continued chatting for a few moments, his soothing words helping her feel a little calmer.

But as she glanced out the window, she saw her father talking animatedly with the halwai.

Her thoughts suddenly spiraled. She zoned out, the reality of the situation crashing down on her.

I'm really getting married... I'm leaving this house... Mummy Papa...

"Hia? Jaan, are you there?" Shubman's voice on the phone was distant, but she couldn't focus.

Tears pricked her eyes as the weight of the upcoming change overwhelmed her.

"Hira!" Shubman called out again, louder this time, but she couldn't respond. With trembling hands, she cut the call.

As she started walking toward her father, the world around her began to spin.

Her vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Before she could call out for help, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor.

"Hira!" her mom's panicked voice echoed as the entire family rushed to her side.

Kartik, who had been nearby, quickly lifted her and carried her to the sofa. "bro? Wake up!" he urged, gently patting her cheeks.

Her mom hovered over her, tears streaming down her face. "Call the doctor! Now!"

While everyone scrambled to help, her chachi muttered under her breath, loud enough for the room to hear, "What if she's...you know... pregnant? Before marriage?"

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.

Hira's mom whirled around, fury blazing in her eyes. "tamari aa kehvani himmat kevi rite thai? What nonsense are you saying, bhabhi?!"

"I'm just saying," the woman smirked, her tone dripping with malice. "She's getting married late, and these days, girls..."

"How dare you!" Hetal shot back, stepping closer. "Don't you dare insult my daughter! Mari Hira tamari nikami dikri jevi nathi!"

"Oh, please," chachi scoffed. " Who knows what goes on between her and that cricket boy?"

"Tu taru modu band rakh! Stop poisoning people's minds with your dirty mouth!"

"Dirty mouth? Rehva de, rehva de."

The doctor examined Hira thoroughly, checking her vitals and asking questions. After a few tense moments, he reassured the family.

"She fainted due to stress and low blood sugar. She needs to rest and eat properly. There's nothing else to worry about."

Everyone exhaled in relief as the doctor administered an injection and gave further instructions.

By noon, Hira stirred awake. The first thing she noticed was her mom sitting beside her, looking worried but relieved.

"What happened?" she asked groggily.

Hetal filled her in on the events, from her fainting to the doctor's visit. Hira's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized the scene she'd caused.

As she tried to sit up, her dad appeared, his face stern. "You're not getting up. Sit here quietly and rest. No more stress. Understood?"

"But pappa-"

"modu band rakhi ne shanti thi bes ahiyan," he commanded, making her pout in frustration.

Her mom chuckled at her expression and brought over a plate of her favorite theplas. "chup chaap khai le aa"

As Hira ate, her mom leaned in and whispered, "Your chachi said something nasty when you fainted. But don't worry, I put her in her place."

"What did she say?" Hira asked, her eyes narrowing.

Hetal hesitated before repeating the taunt, and Hira's face turned red with anger. "How dare she?!"

"Shh," her mom soothed. "Forget it. Just promise me one thing-don't let Gill Family find out about this. They'll get upset, and we don't need that right now."

Hira scowled but nodded. "Fine. But next time, I'm giving chachi a piece of my mind."

Hetal chuckled, patting her cheek. "That's my girl. Now, finish your food and rest. We've got a big day ahead."

And as Hira leaned back, nibbling on her thepla, she couldn't help but smile.

Despite the chaos, she knew everything would fall into place. After all, this was just the beginning of her happily ever after.

The Sarabhai household was alive with an air of excitement, anticipation, and slight chaos. The backyard had been transformed into a dreamy engagement venue.

Fairy lights hung in cascading waves, draped across tall mango trees that bordered the area. The stage was a beautiful setup of white and gold, adorned with cascading roses and soft fairy lights.

Tables were dressed in soft, ivory linen with centerpieces of pastel roses. A delicate aroma of jasmine and sandalwood lingered in the cool January air, making everything feel magical.

Inside the house, however, chaos reigned supreme.

Hira's room was a whirlwind of activity. Bright fabrics were strewn across the floor, jewelry boxes lay open with necklaces spilling out, and makeup brushes were scattered on every surface.

Saanvi was kneeling next to Hira, securing the last bobby pin in her intricately styled hair.

"I swear to god, Hira, stop moving so much!" Saanvi scolded, tugging at the metallic ruffled fabric.

"I'm trying not to! This stupid dupatta is suffocating me!" Hira groaned, trying to adjust the heavily embroidered dupatta draped over her shoulder.

"You'll survive," Saanvi replied, smirking. "But if you don't stop moving, I'm going to tie you to this chair."

Hira huffed but stayed still, stealing a glance at herself in the mirror. She wore a metallic fluted tulle lehenga with intricate prints and soft hues that shimmered as she moved.

The crystal-vein blouse sparkled under the soft lighting, and the ruffled dupatta gave the entire outfit a dramatic, fairy-tale look.

"You look like you just walked out of a Bollywood movie," Saanvi said, grinning as she stood back to admire her handiwork.

Hira smiled softly. "You think so?"

"I know so. Now stop doubting yourself and get ready to wow everyone, especially a certain cricketer."

Just as Hira reached for her phone to check the time, it rang. She answered, distracted. "Hello?"

"Bhabs, I hope you're ready," Shahneel's voice teased from the other end.

"We're all on the way-me, Shubman, mummy papa, and the whole squad. Don't keep us waiting too long."

"What?!" Hira nearly shrieked. " You all already left?!"

"Yes, and Shubman looks like he's walked straight out of a magazine. Navy blazer, powder-blue shirt... he's practically glowing."

Hira groaned, panic settling in. "Okay, okay, I need to go. Bye!" She hung up and whirled around. "Sanu! Everyone's already on the way! We're late!"

"Calm down, Hira! It's your engagement. You're supposed to arrive fashionably late," Saanvi said, rolling her eyes.

"Not this late!" Hira exclaimed, rushing to grab her earrings.

Just then, Kartik entered the room, dressed in a sharp kurta "What's the rush, bro? Let's have a quick photoshoot before you leave."

"No time, Koki!"

But Saanvi and Kartik ignored her protests, pulling her toward a corner of the room where the lighting was perfect. "Stand here, Hira," Saanvi instructed.

"I hate both of you," Hira muttered, but she struck a pose anyway.

After a few quick clicks, Kartik stepped into the frame. "Wait, wait, one more thing."

He stood beside Hira and did a playful nazar utarna motion with his hands, muttering, "nazar na lage mari dikri ne."

Everyone burst into laughter, Hira included. "Stop it, Koki!" she said, smacking his arm lightly.

"I'm just making sure my best friend doesn't faint from all the compliments she's about to get," he quipped, winking.

15-20 minutes later.....

By the time Hira arrived at the backyard, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the venue.

Guests were already seated, murmuring in admiration of the decor.

Shubman stood near the center, flanked by his friends and family, but he wasn't paying attention to anything-or anyone-around him.

The moment Hira stepped into the space, everything else faded for him.

She walked with grace, the metallic fabric of her lehenga catching the soft light, making her look ethereal.

Her hair, adorned with delicate white flowers, framed her radiant face, and her soft smile melted every last coherent thought in Shubman's mind.

"She's perfect," he thought, his heart pounding as if it were trying to escape his chest.

His usually confident demeanor wavered as his eyes stayed glued to her.

"She's going to be my wife," he thought, the realization hitting him again. "The mother of my children. My forever." He couldn't stop his thoughts from spiraling.

He could already picture her wearing his name's mangalsutra, her hands adorned with his initials in mehndi.

And then his thoughts turned mischievous. "And later that night... well, no one's allowed to imagine her but me."

Shubman's lips curled into a smirk, which didn't go unnoticed by Ishan, who elbowed him. "Control, bhai" Ishan teased.

And as she walked toward him, one thought dominated his mind.
"She's mine. Forever."

As Hira stepped closer, her gaze found Shubman. He stood tall and confident in his navy blazer, powder-blue shirt and off-white trousers.

The subtle stubble on his jaw made him look even more handsome, and his dark eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection.

"How does he look so perfect all the time?" she wondered, her heart skipping a beat.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "He's going to make me blush in front of everyone if he keeps staring at me like that."

Her mind wandered to all the moments they'd shared-the way he scolded her to take care of herself, how he held her hand when she was nervous, and the countless times he made her laugh when she wanted to cry.

"This man is my home," she realized, her eyes misting slightly.

As Hira reached him, Shubman extended his hand, his gaze never leaving hers.

She placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth and security she always associated with him.

Both stood at the center, looking like the perfect couple. Hira guided Shubman to sit down on the elegant velvet sofa beside her.

"Finally sitting?" Hira teased, adjusting her lehenga as she took a seat next to him.

"Well, you're the one making me weak in the knees," Shubman quipped, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

She blushed, rolling her eyes. "You're impossible."

"But you still love me," he shot back, leaning a little closer.

Before Hira could respond, the rest of the team and their partners joined the stage.

Ishan, Abhishek, and Saanvi were leading the pack, grinning from ear to ear.

"Ah, finally, the lovebirds are here," Ishan said, clapping his hands. "bhabhi, how does it feel knowing you're stuck with this dumbass forever?"

"Yeah," Abhishek added, laughing. "Did he bribe you into saying yes?"

"I swear, he did," Saanvi chimed in. "Jiju, how much did you pay her to tolerate you?"

Everyone burst into laughter while Hira covered her face, blushing furiously. Shubman just grinned and replied, "I didn't need to bribe her. My charm is free, and it works wonders."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," Ishan teased.

As the laughter settled, Saanvi grabbed the mic, her smile mischievous yet warm.

"Alright, everyone, settle down! Before we move forward with the engagement, we have a little request for our favorite couple." She turned toward Shubman and Hira, winking. "Both of you have to say a few words about each other."

The crowd cheered, encouraging them, while Shubman and Hira exchanged nervous smiles.

"Ladies first," Shubman said, leaning back casually.

Hira hesitated for a second, then took a deep breath. "Shubman, you're not just my partner-you're my safe space, my home. You've seen me at my worst and still chosen to stand by me, to love me, and to fight for me. I've never met someone so persistent, so determined, and so annoyingly good at making me smile when I'm angry."

Everyone laughed softly at that, and she smiled through her tears. "You've given me a love I never thought I deserved, and I promise to cherish and protect it for the rest of my life. Thank you for being mine."

By the time she finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the audience. Shubman stood, clapping softly as he took the mic from her.

"Where do I even start?" Shubman began, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

"Hira, you've been my anchor, my support, and my best friend. From the moment we met, you brought a light into my life that I didn't even know I needed. You're smart, kind, and you challenge me in ways no one else does. I'm standing here today not just because I love you but because I admire you. You make me want to be a better man every day, and I promise to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of you."

There were soft murmurs of admiration from the crowd, and Hira blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears.

Both their parents had tears in their eyes as they hugged each other, proud of the bond their children shared.

The moment everyone had been waiting for finally arrived.

Shubman took Hira's hand gently and slid the delicate diamond ring onto her finger. She followed, placing his ring on his hand, her fingers trembling slightly.

As soon as the rings were exchanged, confetti burst into the air, showering the couple in golden sparkles.

Hira jumped slightly in surprise, making Shubman laugh. He pulled her into a tight hug, holding her like he never wanted to let go.

"Relax, it's just confetti," he whispered, his voice teasing but tender.

Hira hugged him back even tighter, tears brimming in her eyes. "I'm just so happy," she murmured.

"Me too," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I can ever say."

They both had tears streaming down their faces, but Hira quickly wiped his away, smiling softly. "Hey, no crying, remember? It'll ruin my makeup."

He chuckled, brushing a tear from her cheek. "Only you can make me laugh while I'm trying to be emotional."

He leaned closer and continued, "You're stuck with me now, Mrs. Gill."

Hira smirked back. "Good. Because I'm never letting you go."

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, love, and joy.

Hira found herself surrounded by the Natasa, Anushka, Ritika, Sanjana and Athiya-each of whom showered her with compliments and jokes.

"Welcome to the madness," Natasa said, grinning. "It's about time Shubman settled down," Ritika added, winking.

"Thank you so much guys, aap sab logo ne hume join kiya. It seriously means a lot.", Hira replied grinning, giving Anushka, a side hug.

"Arre, isme thank you kya? We are your family na. Aana to banta hi hai", Sanjana patted her shoulder softly.

The evening was chill, and the air was filled with the soft hum of conversation as everyone gathered around the large patio table after the fireworks.

The soft glow of string lights illuminated the faces of their family and friends, and laughter still echoed in the air from the playful teasing earlier.

Hira, Shubman, and the rest of their families were sitting comfortably, chatting and enjoying their time together.

Hira was finally able to relax, feeling the weight of the day lift. She smiled at Shubman, who was still holding her hand tightly under the table, his thumb gently tracing circles on her palm.

The engagement had been a success, the moment she'd dreamt of had finally arrived.

But, as always, just when things were going perfectly, something unexpected happened.

"So, Hira, how are you feeling now, after everything?" Bua asked, a sly grin on her face.

"She fainted. Bechari, thak gai thi sagai ki taiyari kar kar ke, she couldn't handle it."

The room fell into a sudden silence. Everyone turned to look at Hira, who froze mid-bite, her fork suspended in the air.

How could she just blurt that out?

Hira's heart skipped a beat as her eyes darted to her mother.

She could feel the blood drain from her face as the realization hit her-the incident had been completely out in the open.

"Hira fainted?" Shubman's voice was filled with concern as his gaze locked onto her.

He reached out instinctively to take her hand, his face shadowed with worry. "Baby, why didn't you tell me?"

But before Hira could say anything, her mother, clearly furious, shot up from her seat.

"How dare you?" Her voice was low but seething with anger. "Why do you always have to bring up Hira's personal matters in front of everyone? Sharam nai aati kya!"

Hira's father, who had been silently fuming next to her, also stood up, his face red.

"We did not raise her to be a subject for gossip! Tumhe yahi baat mili? Uski sagai me ese baat nikal ke? This is disrespectful."

Her bua stammered, trying to backpedal. "I- I didn't mean to- I was just-"

Hira, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger, slammed her hand on the table, making the glasses jolt.

"You didn't mean to, but you did, didn't you?" Her voice was sharp, laced with venom. "apparently, some people here just can't mind their own business, can they?"

Her words cut through the silence like a knife, and the room was still for a moment. Shubman looked stunned, his brow furrowed, but she wasn't finished.

"I'm getting married, and I don't need people like you-who don't even know me properly-spreading lies about me. It's bad enough I have to deal with people like you trying to tear me down. You think your little comment is going to ruin me?"

She leaned forward, her voice unwavering. "It won't. And don't ever bring it up again."

Bua didn't know what to say. Hira's words hit too close to home, and the room had turned uncomfortably quiet, her words hanging in the air.

Shubman, who had been silently watching the exchange, was the first to speak, his voice laced with concern.

"Babe, I know you're upset, but-"

But Hira, not in the mood to hear any more, turned to face him.

"Don't. Don't you dare defend them." Her eyes, usually soft and kind, were hard now-filled with anger and frustration.

"I'm already upset, and the last thing I need right now is someone telling me how I should feel."

Shubman, taken aback, didn't expect this side of her. His jaw tightened. "I'm not defending anyone, Hira, but don't you think you're overreacting a bit?"

"Overreacting?" Hira's voice was rising now, louder than intended.

"You have no idea what it's like, do you? People constantly judging me, scrutinizing every little detail of my life, waiting for me to mess up so they can call me a failure. And now, at my engagement, of all places, this happens."

At the table, the tension was palpable. Saanvi looked away uncomfortably, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

Abhishek exchanged awkward glances with Ishan, and the rest of the team remained deathly silent.

Even Shubman seemed to shrink slightly, his gaze shifting between Hira and her parents, unsure of how to intervene.

But what happened next, took everyone by surprise.

Hira turned to Shubman, her eyes now full of frustration. "This is the last thing I need right now," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

"People who have nothing better to do than make assumptions about my life, about my body... about me." She shook her head, the sting of humiliation still fresh.

"You should have seen the way she looked at me-like I was some kind of disgrace. I've worked so hard to make everything perfect for this engagement, and now this?"

Shubman hesitated, his brows knitting in confusion and concern. He reached out to place his hand gently on her shoulder. "Hira, I didn't-"

"Don't you dare!" Hira snapped, her voice rising slightly, cutting him off.

"Yaha bethe behte mujhe mat bolo ki 'I didn't mean it,' or 'I didn't understand.' You were supposed to protect me from people like this!"

Her words hit Shubman like a ton of bricks, his eyes widening in shock as she continued.

"People like her," Hira hissed, her voice rising with every word, "people who think they have the right to speak about my life in ways they don't understand, in ways that don't concern them! But you... you've been so busy with your friends and family, laughing and smiling, and I'm just here... drowning in it all."

The words cut deep, sharper than she intended. She didn't care at this point, the emotional weight of everything spilling out.

She tried to regain control, but the tears were there, just beneath the surface.

Shubman blinked, staring at her with a mix of hurt and disbelief. "Hira, that's not-"

"No, you don't get it, Shubman!" she interrupted, her voice breaking.

"You think I don't know what people are whispering about me? You think I don't see the way social media looks at me sometimes, like I'm just... just a gold digger who forced you to marry me?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears and insecurities. Shubman's face fell, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

"Hira, I never-"

"Don't!" she said again, her tone harsh, the edge of her anger returning.

"Stop pretending like this is just some misunderstanding. I'm tired of explaining myself. I'm tired of feeling like I have to fight for my worth every single day!"

Shubman stood there, stunned by the intensity of her words.

His expression softened, but his frustration was clear. "I didn't know you felt like this, Hira. I swear, I didn't know."

"You never asked, did you?" she shot back, her voice shaking.

"You think everything's just fine, haina? But it's not. I've been trying so hard to fit into a life that's not mine, and now this? I've had enough."

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. "I don't need this. Not now, not ever."

The tension in the air was palpable. Everyone in the room was watching them, sensing the growing rift between them.

Shubman's face hardened, frustration creeping into his features. "I'm just trying to help, Hira. I don't want you to feel like you're alone in this."

"Then stop pressuring me!" Hira snapped, standing up abruptly. "Just stop. I can't deal with this right now."

Without another word, she turned and stormed off, heading toward the house.

Her heart was pounding, her anger making it impossible to think clearly.

She didn't want to hear Shubman's explanation, didn't want to calm down. She needed space, away from everyone, even him.

As she stepped inside the living, she felt the tears welling up, her chest tight with emotion

She could feel the weight of everything-her parents' expectations, the pressure of being perfect, and now the mess of this engagement, all crashing down on her.

Shubman, still sitting at the table, let out a frustrated breath. He exchanged a look with his parents, who nodded knowingly but didn't intervene.

It was clear that Hira needed to work through this on her own, but he couldn't let her walk away upset.

He was just as hurt and frustrated, but he didn't want her to think he was siding with anyone but her.

After a few moments, Shubman stood up and excused himself, following Hira inside.

The night was still young, as he stepped into the house, looking for her.

It didn't take long before he spotted her sitting on the sofa, her back to him, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

"Hira..." Shubman's voice was soft, hesitant as he approached her.

Hira didn't turn around, her jaw clenched. "I don't want to talk about it, Shubman. Just... go back inside."

Shubman stood there for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I don't want to go back in without you. Please, talk to me."

She spun around, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think it's that easy? You think you can just walk in, tell me everything's going to be fine, and I'll magically calm down?"

Her voice was trembling now, a mix of frustration and hurt. "I'm tired of pretending, Shub. Tired of pretending everything's perfect when it's not."

"Baby, I didn't mean to upset you." His voice was pleading, but she wasn't having any of it.

"Then don't defend them! Don't tell me I'm overreacting when you don't even know what it's like to live my life," she snapped, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I need you to be there, not act like everything's a joke."

Shubman felt the sting of her words, but he wasn't going to back down.

"I'm not trying to make light of anything, but I need you to let me in, Love. I want to help you. But when you shut me out, it makes everything worse."

"You don't get it, Shub!" Hira shouted, her chest heaving as she fought to keep her emotions in check.

"Sometimes I just need space. I don't need to be treated like I'm fragile, like I can't handle things on my own."

There was a long pause, and Shubman let out a slow, frustrated breath. "Okay, I get it. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you feel that way."

He took a step closer, his tone softer now. "I'll back off, if that's what you need. But just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

Hira turned her face away, wiping the stray tear that fell from her cheek. "I don't need anyone right now."

"Please, Hira," Shubman's voice was low, his heart aching as he reached out to touch her arm. "Don't push me away."

For a moment, Hira sat there, her back rigid, her emotions swirling inside her.

Finally, she sighed, her voice shaking as she spoke quietly. "I just need to think. Please."

Shubman nodded slowly, his heart heavy, but he respected her need for space.

"Okay," he whispered. "I'll give you space. But remember, I'm here when you're ready to talk."

And with that, he walked away, leaving Hira sitting alone in the living room, the weight of everything sinking in.

As the murmurs in the backyard grew louder, Shubman stood by the pillar, staring at nowhere

He clenched his fists, guilt and frustration swirling inside him.

The whispers from the guests were cutting through his thoughts like knives-judgments about Hira, her temper, and maybe even about their relationship.

Shubman's mother, father, and Shahneel came out to him. Shahneel rested a hand on his shoulder, her eyes soft with concern.

"Shub," his mother said gently, stepping closer. "Woh kya tha?"

Shubman sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Ma. She's angry, frustrated... but I don't blame her."

He looked down, his voice trembling slightly. "I should've handled it better. I let her feel like she's carrying everything alone."

His mother shook her head, her voice firm but understanding.

"Hira's been through a lot, beta. You know how much pressure she's under-trolls, rishtedaar, and now this engagement. It's overwhelming. That bua of hers had no right to bring up such a personal moment in front of everyone."

Shubman nodded slowly. Shahneel chimed in, her tone empathetic.

"Hira's just trying to protect herself, kaake. She didn't mean to lash out at you. You need to give her space but also show her you're on her side."

His father added, "Aur uski bua ko sunna kar aa. She caused all this mess in the first place."

Shubman's jaw tightened. "I know, papa. I'll talk to her."

Meanwhile, inside the house, Hira's parents were in a heated argument with her bua. Her father's face was red with fury as he pointed a finger at her.

"You had no right to bring up something so personal!" he bellowed. "aa maro dikri no sagai che, not a gossip session!"

The bua, clearly defensive, crossed her arms. "Rehva de, bhai! I didn't mean any harm. If Hira can't handle a little comment, maybe she's too fragile for marriage."

This only enraged Hira's father further, but before he could say more, Hira's chachi, Mitali, stepped in, siding with the bua.

"She didn't say anything wrong! If Hira fainted, people were bound to find out. It's not her fault."

The chaos in the backyard intensified, voices overlapping and emotions running high.

Then, in a flash, Hira's mother, who had been silently fuming, stood up and slapped Sejal across the face.

The room went dead silent.

"How dare you come to my daughter's engagement and insult her like this?" Hetal shouted, her voice trembling with anger.

"You and Mitali are nothing but troublemakers, and let me make one thing clear-you weren't invited here to ruin my daughter's day!"

Sejal now holding her cheek, looked completely stunned. Mitali tried to interject, but Hetal turned on her, too.

"And you, Mitali, keep your opinions to yourself. If you can't support Hira, you can leave with Sejal!"

The guests started whispering among themselves, the atmosphere tense and awkward. Shubman's mother stepped forward, trying to calm Hira's mother.

"Hetaji, shant ho jaiye," she said softly. "This is about Hira and Shubman. Let's not let this ruin their special day."

The guests began quietly slipping out, sensing the tension was beyond repair.

Inside, Hira sat on a couch in the living room, overhearing the commotion.

She felt a strange mix of emotions-anger, satisfaction, and even a bit of happiness.

Her parents had stood up for her, something that warmed her heart. But she couldn't help but feel that Shubman wasn't doing enough.

That was, until she heard a familiar voice booming from the backyard.

Shubman had made his way back to the backyard just as Sejalwas trying to leave, clearly embarrassed by the slap.

He blocked her path, his tall frame imposing.

"itni jaldi hai kya, buaji?," he said, his voice cold and sharp.

The bua turned, her face a mix of shock and defiance. "kya"

Shubman crossed his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"You've done enough damage for one night, don't you think? Or do you have more comments to make about Hira's health? ek suggestion du? Kitaab chaap do."

The ICT stifled their laughter, the tension breaking slightly.

"You think you can come here, insult my fiancée, and walk away like nothing happened?" Shubman continued, his voice rising.

"Hira is million times the better person you'll ever be. She's strong, kind, and doesn't need your cheap comments ruining her day."

bua stammered, "I-I didn't mean-"

"Oh, rehne bhi do ab," Shubman snapped.

"We all know exactly what you meant. But let me tell you something-you've embarrassed yourself more than you've embarrassed Hira. You're just sad because no one cares about your opinion."

Sejal's face turned red as she struggled to respond.

"Now, if you're done ruining everyone's night, do us all a favor and leave. And don't bother showing up to the wedding. Aapki zarurat nahi hai udhar."

His friends burst into applause, and the bua, humiliated, stormed off, dragging Mitali with her.

Unbeknownst to Shubman, Hira had stepped out of the living room and witnessed the entire exchange.

She stood there, hidden in the shadows, her heart swelling with pride and a twinge of guilt.

He defended her-fiercely, passionately, and without hesitation.

As Shubman turned back to face the guests, his eyes locked with hers. For a moment, neither of them said anything.

Then, as the cheer died down, Hira slowly walked toward him, her expression soft but still hesitant.

Shubman met her halfway, his voice low. "Hira... I-"

But before he could finish, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I'm so so sorry," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Shubman held her just as tightly, burying his face in her hair.

"I'm sorry, too. I should've been there for you earlier. But I promise, I'll always have your back."

They stayed like that for a moment, their embrace speaking louder than words.

The chaos had finally subsided. The guests who had stayed behind were murmuring amongst themselves, now discussing Shubman's bold defense of Hira with admiration.

As Shubman stood, sipping water and catching his breath, he was approached by a group of familiar faces.

Virat gave him a knowing smirk, slapping him on the back. "Kya baat hai, champ. Aaj toh tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai ke asli mard ban gaya hai tu," he teased.

"Finally, someone put that bua in her place," Hardik added, crossing his arms and grinning. "Mazaa aagaya, bro. Aag laga di"

Rohit chuckled. "Good job, Gill. Hira ke liye waise hi stand lena chahiye tha. But tu jab bolta hai, toh zabardast bolta hai."

Ishan gave a dramatic whistle. "Mujhe lagta tha Gill sirf batting ke time bold hota hai. Par yeh toh..." He gestured wildly, earning laughter from the group.

Abhishek leaned closer, grinning. "Haan, Shubman, bas ab yeh dhyan rakhna ke ghar pe Hira ko zyada tang mat karna warna kal tujhe bhi yeh sab bolna padega."

Shubman smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks, guys. Honestly, I didn't even think about it. I just couldn't let her feel humiliated like that."

"ek dum sahi kiya tune," Rohit said, his voice slightly more serious. "You did the right thing. Relationships aren't just about love-they're about standing up for each other."

Meanwhile, the women had gathered around Hira, who still looked a little overwhelmed.

Anushka was the first to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hira, tumhara gussa bilkul justified tha. Don't feel bad about standing up for yourself."

Athiya nodded. "Exactly. That bua crossed the line, and honestly, I'm glad your parents and Shubman both had your back."

Natasa smiled warmly. "You're too hard on yourself, Hira. You've done nothing wrong. Sab kuch thik ho gaya jayega."

Ritika added, "Aur waise bhi, drama ke bina shaadi functions ka kya mazaa? Tumhara toh engagement tha. thoda masala toh banta hai!"

Hira couldn't help but laugh. "Thank you, guys. Seriously, mujhe laga sab kuch bigad ho gaya tha."

"Not at all," Anushka reassured her. "What matters is how you both handled it in the end. And Shubman..." She exchanged a glance with the others. "He's a keeper."

Hira made her way to Shubman, her face full of gratitude and guilt. She tugged lightly at his sleeve, drawing his attention.

"Shub..." she began softly.

"Hm?" He looked down at her, his eyes gentle.

"I'm so sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "Maine tumpe chillaya... aur woh sab... I-"

He placed a finger on her lips, cutting her off. "Bas, Baby. Tumne mujhe sorry bolne ki koi zarurat nahi. Tumhare jagah koi bhi hota, woh gussa hota."

Hira shook her head. "Phir bhi, I feel terrible. Tumne jo mere liye kiya... Shub, thank you. It means so much to me."

Shubman cupped her face, his voice tender. "Main tumhare saath hoon, Hia. Hamesha."

Overwhelmed, she threw her arms around him. "I love you, Shub," she whispered.

His hold on her tightened. "I love you too, baby."

As the evening cooled down, Hira approached the Gill Family, her hands nervously clasped in front of her.

"Mummyji, Papaji... didu... I'm really sorry for being so dramatic tonight. Mujhse handle nahi hua..."

Before she could say more, Shubman's mom hugged her warmly. "Beta, tumhe sorry bolne ki zarurat nahi hai. We understand."

His father added, "We're proud of how you handled yourself. Tumhara apne liye stand lena zaruri tha."

Shahneel winked. "Waise bhi, drama toh family functions ka best part hota hai. Relax, bhabs"

Relieved, Hira smiled through her tears. She then turned to the guests who were still present, apologizing sincerely for the evening's commotion.

They responded warmly, praising her strength and maturity.

Finally, she decided it was time to bring back the celebration. She signaled the DJ to start playing upbeat music.

The lively beats filled the backyard, and she clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"chalo chalo!" she announced, her voice bright. "Enough drama for tonight. Let's hit the dance floor and make some happy memories!"

She grabbed Shubman's hand, dragging him to the center. "Tumhare liye toh kuch special songs lagwaye hai," she teased.

Shubman laughed, shaking his head. "Hia, main dancing mein bilkul bekaar hoon."

"Haan, mujhe pata hai," she replied cheekily. "But aaj ke liye, no excuses!"

The crowd cheered as the couple started dancing, and soon everyone joined in.

Virat and Anushka swayed together, Hardik showed off his energetic moves with Natasa, and Ishan created a circle to show his wild, bhojpuri steps.

Ritika and Athiya pulled Hira into their group, hyping her up. "Dulhan toh sabse zyada nachti hai!" Athiya joked.

Hira laughed, spinning around, her skirt flowing like a dream. She caught Shubman watching her with a fond smile and pulled him closer.

Together, they laughed, danced, and let go of all the tension from earlier.

By the end of the night, the family gathered for a group photo, their smiles brighter than the firecrackers bursting in the sky.

It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs-a celebration of love, family, and food.♥️

Outfits reference:

Hira's oufit

All right babies
So this was the 34th chapter of the book.

Ahhhhhh im literally giggling rn
My loves are finally, finally engaged.

So lemme be v honest, this took me almost 2 months to write.

I love making things over dramatic and longgg.

And also, not all Buas and chachis are toxic.

Also, please complete the target guys. Its so disheartening, responses are very very less.

Make sure you comment and vote. They're precious to me.

Any guesses for the next one?
[Please suggest me some ideas, im literally blank, on how to proceed the story]

Till then, with hugs
Yours author 🎀