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Diya and Raghav decided to take a break from their routine and went to the mall for some shopping. They spent the morning picking out clothes and enjoying each other's company. When lunchtime approached, they headed to a nearby restaurant for a meal.

As they were having lunch, Raghav's attention was suddenly drawn to a familiar face. To his surprise, he saw Virat sitting at a table with a woman who looked remarkably like Priyanka. His heart raced as he realized that it was indeed Priyanka, the woman who was in a secret relationship with his brother.

Raghav's anger flared, and he abruptly got up from his seat, heading towards Virat's table. "Virat!" he called out sharply.

Virat looked up, clearly startled. "Bhai, what are you doing here?"

Raghav's face was tense. "What is going on here? How could you keep this a secret from me?"

Priyanka's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could say anything, Raghav turned on his heel and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Diya and Raghav's lunch untouched.

Back at the Rajvanshi mansion, Diya entered their room, finding Raghav pacing angrily. "Raghav, it's okay. It's his life, and he knows what's right and wrong," she said, trying to calm him down.

Raghav, still fuming, snapped, "So you knew about this and didn't bother to tell me?"

Diya's face fell. "It's not like that, Raghav. You're overreacting."

Raghav's frustration boiled over. "You wouldn't understand, Diya, because you don't have any brothers or sisters."

Diya's eyes widened in hurt. "That's crossing the line, Raghav," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm leaving."

With that, she left the room, leaving Raghav standing alone, his anger giving way to regret.

Moments later, Virat entered Raghav's room, looking apologetic. "Bhai, I'm sorry. I only asked Bhabhi not to tell anyone. I didn't mean for it to cause this much trouble."

Raghav's anger subsided as he saw the genuine regret in Virat's eyes. He sighed deeply, realizing the hurtful impact of his words. "I didn't mean to lash out at Diya like that. I'm sorry, Virat. It's just... I was shocked."

Virat nodded, understanding. "I get it. But please, try to understand. Priyanka and I didn't want to hide this from you out of disrespect. We just needed some time."

Raghav nodded, appreciating the explanation. He knew he needed to make amends with Diya and work through the hurt feelings that had surfaced.

With a heavy heart, he set out to find Diya, hoping to repair the damage and understand her perspective.

Raghav went in search of Diya, feeling the weight of their earlier argument. He first asked Ansh if he had seen her. Ansh informed him that Diya had left for the hospital after receiving an emergency call and hadn't returned yet.

Raghav, feeling a mix of concern and regret, decided to wait until she came back to discuss things further. He hoped that once Diya returned, they could talk and work through their issues.

As dinner time approached, everyone gathered around the table, but Diya was noticeably absent. The tension from earlier in the day lingered, and Raghav's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of their argument.

Virat, who had been trying to keep the mood light, noticed Raghav's worried expression. He approached him quietly. "Bhai, I wanted to let you know that Bhabhi has a night shift today. She won't be coming home tonight."

Raghav's face fell as he absorbed the information. "A night shift? I didn't realize it was tonight. I thought she'd be back by now."

Virat nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, she was called in unexpectedly. I'm sure she'll be tired when she gets back."

Raghav sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt. He realized that his anger and the harsh words earlier had overshadowed his concern for Diya and her demanding job.

During dinner, Raghav tried to focus on the conversation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Diya. He knew he needed to apologize and mend things as soon as possible. The realization that she wouldn't be home that night only deepened his regret.

After dinner, as the house quieted down, Raghav decided to spend some time reflecting on their argument. He knew that once Diya returned, he needed to approach her with understanding and sincerity. He wanted to make things right and ensure that their relationship remained strong, despite the challenges they faced.

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As Diya walked through the front door, the early morning light brought a sense of calm that was a welcome change from the intensity of her hospital shift. She moved quietly through the house, feeling the exhaustion from a long night of work weighing heavily on her.

When she reached their bedroom, she was surprised to find Raghav sitting on the edge of the bed, his posture tense and his face marked with concern. He looked up as she entered, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and resolve.

"Diya, I need to talk to you," Raghav said, his voice earnest.

Diya, still feeling the strain of her shift, closed her eyes for a moment. She was yearning for a bit of rest and quiet. "Not now, Raghav. I'm really exhausted."

Raghav's shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded, understanding the toll her night had taken on her. "Okay," he said softly. "We'll talk later. Please, get some rest."

Diya appreciated his understanding. She nodded and walked over to the bed, her body craving the comfort of sleep. As she settled in, Raghav quietly left the room, giving her the space she needed.

Later, as the morning wore on, Raghav took time to prepare a peaceful environment for Diya's return. He made sure she had everything she needed to relax, hoping that when they did talk, it would be with a renewed sense of understanding and reconciliation.

After Diya managed to catch some much-needed rest, she woke up feeling more refreshed, though still tired from her night shift. The morning had passed in a quiet, subdued manner, with Raghav giving her the space she needed to recover.

As the afternoon approached, Diya knew it was time to address the issues that had arisen between them. She found Raghav in the study, where he was working quietly. The room was bathed in soft, natural light, and Raghav looked up as she entered, his expression one of tentative hope.

"Raghav, can we talk now?" Diya asked, her tone more composed than it had been earlier.

Raghav nodded and gestured to a couple of chairs by the window. "Of course. Please, have a seat."

Diya sat down, and Raghav took the chair opposite her. There was a brief, uncomfortable silence as they both gathered their thoughts.

"I'm sorry for how I reacted the other day," Raghav began, his voice filled with sincerity. "I let my anger get the best of me, and I said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Diya looked at him, her eyes searching for genuine remorse. "I understand that you were shocked, but you need to realize that your words hurt. It's not easy to hear that you don't understand what I'm going through just because I don't have siblings."

Raghav nodded, taking in her words. "You're right. It wasn't fair of me to say that. I know I should have been more supportive and understanding. I let my own frustrations cloud my judgment."

Diya took a deep breath. "And I should have told you about Virat and Priyanka earlier. I just didn't want to add to the stress, and I thought it was something they needed to handle on their own."

Raghav reached out and took her hand gently. "I appreciate your honesty. I'm glad you understand that Virat and Priyanka's relationship is their choice, and it's not something to be angry about. We both need to be more understanding and supportive."

Diya nodded, squeezing his hand in return. "I want us to communicate better and support each other, especially when things get tough. We're in this together, after all."

Raghav's eyes softened, and he gave her a reassuring smile. "I agree. Let's work on this, and make sure we're always there for each other."

With that, the tension between them began to ease, and they both felt a renewed sense of commitment to their relationship. The conversation, though difficult, had paved the way for greater understanding and a stronger bond.

Later in the day, Diya and Raghav decided to spend some quality time together, perhaps with a relaxing walk or a quiet evening at home. They knew that while their journey was far from perfect, they were willing to make the effort to grow together, supporting and understanding each other along the way.

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The next morning

Diya woke up early, feeling a sense of calm and purpose. She took a refreshing bath and chose a beautiful saree to wear. With her attire chosen with care, she headed to the temple to light up the diya, her mind focused on the special day.

At the temple, Diya closed her eyes in prayer, whispering to the deity, "Bappa, today is my little sister Pihu's birthday. I wish for her to be happy wherever she is." Pihu was Priyanka's nickname from their childhood, a name that held a lot of warmth and affection for Diya.

After her visit to the temple, Diya returned home and made her way to the kitchen. She set about preparing a special kheer, one of her sister's favorite dishes, with love and care. 

The aroma of the sweet dessert began to fill the kitchen, creating a comforting and nostalgic atmosphere.

Virat entered the kitchen, drawn by the delightful smell. "Wow, Bhabhi! What a wonderful aroma! What have you made?" he asked, his face lighting up with curiosity.

Diya smiled warmly. "Kheer," she replied, her eyes reflecting the care she put into the dish.

Virat, eager to taste the treat, reached for a spoon. "Let me have a taste!" he said.

Diya playfully swatted his hand away. "Hold on! First, the kheer will be offered as bhog, and then you can have some."

Virat chuckled, giving her a mock salute. "Okay, boss!" he said with a grin.

They both laughed together, the lighthearted moment easing any remaining tension from the past few days. 

Diya's gesture was a heartfelt tribute to Priyanka, and it brought a sense of joy and connection to her day. As the kheer cooled and the kitchen filled with laughter, the atmosphere was filled with a renewed sense of warmth and family spirit.

After everyone had enjoyed a hearty breakfast, the day continued on a calm and pleasant note.

 Diya was sitting on the sofa, absorbed in a novel, when Virat approached her with a hopeful look."Bhabhi," he said, "could you please give me some of the kheer in a box? Today is Priyanka's birthday, and I know she'll love it."

Diya looked up from her book and smiled warmly. "Of course, Virat," she replied. 

She went to the kitchen, carefully portioned out some kheer into a box, and returned to hand it to him."Here you go," she said, offering him the box. "I hope she enjoys it."

Virat took the box gratefully. "Thank you, Bhabhi. I'm sure she will. It means a lot to her."With a nod, Diya watched as Virat left to deliver the kheer. As he went on his way, Diya felt a sense of contentment, knowing that her gesture would bring a smile to Priyanka's face. She returned to her novel, feeling at peace with the day's small but meaningful actions.

Virat arrived at Priyanka's place in the evening, carrying the box of kheer. 

As soon as Priyanka saw him, her face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight."Virat! You brought kheer!" Priyanka exclaimed, taking the box from him with a joyful smile. 

She opened it, and the rich aroma immediately filled the room. "I can't wait to try it!"They both sat down, and Priyanka tasted the kheer with a satisfied sigh. "This is delicious! This is the best kheer i ever had. Please thank Diya for me."

Virat smiled, happy to see her so pleased. "I will. She made it with a lot of love."

As the evening continued, Priyanka's 25th birthday party began. The venue was beautifully decorated with lights and flowers, creating a festive and elegant atmosphere. 

The Rajvanshi family arrived, dressed in their finest, ready to celebrate with Priyanka.Diya, Raghav, Ansh, and Virat mingled with the guests, joining in the festivities. The party was a blend of lively conversations, music, and laughter. 

Priyanka was the center of attention, enjoying the warmth and affection from everyone around her.Throughout the evening, Diya and Priyanka exchanged smiles and heartfelt wishes. Despite the complexities of their past and the challenges they faced, moments like these reaffirmed the importance of family and connection.

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