The event

Time Skip: Nighttime

The grand venue was buzzing with excitement and light. People were chatting and enjoying themselves, while outside, the media was present. Cars began to arrive one by one.

The first car had bodyguards.

Then came Devendra, Jayashree, and Riya.

Next, Dev, Aasta, and Shreya stepped out of the third car.

The fourth car arrived with Baldev, Savitri, and Abhimanyu.

Finally, another car of bodyguards pulled up.

The reporters quickly turned their attention to them, asking questions and snapping photos.

Reporter 1: "How are you feeling being the CEO of your company and completing 15 successful years?"

Reporter 2: "What new projects are in the works?"

Reporter 3: "Where is Abhimaan Singh Rathore? And when are we going to hear wedding bells for him?"

Devendra: (Smiling) "You'll get all your answers, but not just yet. Give us a moment to settle in."

As they entered, all eyes were on them. They greeted the guests and employees with smiles and warmth.

Devendra turned to Abhimanyu.

Devendra: "Where's Abhimaan? He should be here by now."

Abhimanyu: (Nodding) "I just called him. He's on his way."

Devendra: "Tell him to hurry up."

Abhimanyu nodded and smiled, a little amused.

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At the Sharma House:

Anisha stood in front of the mirror, applying mascara. She was wearing a blue Anarkali suit, simple makeup, bangles on her hands, and her hair flowing freely, looking angelic.

She admired herself for a moment before her mother, Ridhima, called her.

Ridhima: "Anisha, are you ready? It's time to go!"

Anisha: "Yes, Mom, just coming."

She slipped on her heels and walked out. Yuvaan, her brother, was standing nearby.

Yuvaan: "My princess is looking like a princess." He took a Kajal from corner of her eyes and apply behind her ear.

Aasta: (Admiring them)

Ankita: "Are we done? We're already late."

Everyone stared at her, and she quickly corrected herself.

Ankita: "I mean... We should go now, we're already late."

Yuvaan was about to say something to Ankita when Anisha interrupted.

Anisha: "Yes, yes, let's go now."

Anisha: (To her mom) "Where's Dad? Isn't he coming?"

Ridhima: "No, beta, he's meeting an old friend who's here after three years."

Anisha: "Oh, okay."

Everyone then left for the venue.

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At the Venue:

As they entered, Anisha was in awe. The venue was filled with reporters and guests. The place was so grand, and Anisha felt nervous. Yuvaan held her hand, reassuring her.

Yuvaan: "I'm here. Don't worry."

They went inside, and Anisha excused herself to get some water. Just as she was heading back to her family, she saw an elderly man, looking royal in his suit, but with his shoelaces undone. He was asking a young boy to tie them for him, but the boy refused.

Anisha: (Approaching the man) "Uncle, it's okay. Let me tie your shoelaces for you."

Elderly Man: "No, no, beta, please, not my grandson is just coming

Anisha: "Don't worry. I'll do it. Just give me your blessings."

She knelt down and tied his shoes. The elderly man placed his hands on her head and blessed her.

Elderly Man: "God bless you, beta. By the way, what's your name?"

Anisha: "My name is Anisha Sharma."

Elderly Man: "I'm Raghuveer Malhotra."

Anisha smiled. From a distance, Devendra and Jayashree were watching.

Jayashree: "What a lovely girl. She's so kind and innocent."

Devendra: "Yes, she would make a perfect match for our Abhimaan."

Jayashree: "Do you think Abhimaan will actually marry? She looks so young."

Devendra: "True, but they'd make a great pair."

Anisha, after a pleasant conversation with Mr. Malhotra, went back to her family.

Ridhima: "Where were you? It took you so long."

Anisha: (Smiling) "Oh, nowhere. Just... talking."

As they were chatting, Suhana arrived with her family. She hugged Anisha.

Suhana: "Oh my God, you look so pretty!"

Anisha: "Not more than you!" She touched Suhana's parents' feet for blessings.

The two moms started chatting, and the group got busy. Suhana grabbed Anisha's hand.

Suhana: "Let's grab some juice."

Anisha: "No, you go. I'll stay here."

Suhana: "Okay, but I'll be right back."

Abhimanyu is wearing a sharp black tailored suit with a crisp white shirt, exuding royalty and charm. Suhana, in her stunning green bodycon dress that perfectly complements her brown eyes, is looking effortlessly gorgeous. She walks with confidence, but fate has other plans as they bump into each other.

Abhimanyu (annoyed, looking at the spilled juice on his suit): "Chipkali! Tumhe nazar hai ya binocular? Juice gira diya mere upar!"

Suhana (raising an eyebrow): "Langoor! Tumhe tameez hai ya bas attitude ka overdose? Khud sambhal nahi sakte toh kya juice tumhare bodyguards pakdenge?"

Abhimanyu (mocking her dress): "Aur tumhare iss sofa cover jaisi dress mein chalna mushkil nahi ho raha? Designer ki creativity ko sadak pe le aayi ho!"

Suhana (gasps, then smirks): "Haan, aur tumhare tailor ne tumhari suit banate waqt extra attitude sil diya tha kya? Ya shakal pe 'Bewajah Ghamand' likhwa ke aaye ho?"

Abhimanyu (pretending to be hurt): "Tumhare jaisa walking insult toh duniya mein maine pehli baar dekha hai."

Suhana : "Aur tumhare jaisa ready-made langoor bhi pehli baar mila hai! Tumhare suit pe 'Handle With Care' likhna chahiye tha, bas ek juice se itna drama!"

Abhimanyu (gritting his teeth): "Tum Rathore khandaan ke liye kabse bada headache ho gayi ho, pata hai?"

Suhana (grinning): "Aur tumhare jaise overgrown langoor ko Rathore khandaan ka pride kaise maan lete hain, yeh sochne wali baat hai!"

As their banter continues, Savitri (Abhimaan’s choti maa) notices them from afar and steps in, shaking her head.

Savitri (teasing): "Tum dono ko dekh kar lagta hai ki yeh company ki success party hai ya ek comedy show? Juice gira gaya, par tum dono ne full drama start kar diya!"

Abhimanyu (mutters): "Chipkali ka toh bas shauk hai trouble create karne ka!"

Suhana (sassy, whispering loud enough): "Aur langoor ka toh shauk hai suit pe juice ke daag lagane ka. Ab dukan dikhane ja rahe ho kya, daag humein toh suit karta hai?"

Savitri (laughing): "Bas bas! Tum dono ki ladaai mein venue ki reputation toh gayi kaam se. Ab chup ho jao dono!"

As Savitri walks away, both exchange a final glare. Abhimanyu adjusts his suit, muttering under his breath, “Chipkali,” while Suhana smirks, saying, “Langoor,” before they walk off in opposite directions.