As soon as her dad left the room, Isha entered, her eyes wide with excitement. She had been listening to the conversation from outside the door, and she couldn't believe what she had just heard.
Shruti ran up to Isha, hugging her tightly. "Isha, Isha, Isha! You won't believe what just happened!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with excitement.
Isha smiled, hugging Shruti back. "I heard everything, didi. Congratulations!" she said, her eyes shining with happiness.
Shruti pulled back, her face alight with excitement. "I should call Siddharth!" she said, already reaching for her phone.
Isha nodded, smiling. "Go ahead, didi. I'll leave you alone," she said, backing out of the room to give Shruti some privacy.
Shruti quickly dialed Siddharth's number, her heart racing with anticipation. He picked up immediately, his voice warm and concerned.
"Shruti? Is everything alright?" he asked, his tone serious.
Shruti couldn't contain her excitement. "Siddharth, I have good news!" she said, her voice bubbling over.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Huh? Good news?" Siddharth asked, his tone cautious.
Shruti laughed. "Siddharth, dad said he wants to meet you!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line. "Really?! You aren't joking, are you?" Siddharth asked, his voice filled with hope.
Shruti laughed. "Of course I'm not silly!" she said, her voice playful.
Siddharth's voice was filled with emotion. "Oh Shruti, I'm so happy," he said, his words barely above a whisper.
Shruti's heart swelled with love and happiness. "Me too!" she said, her voice filled with emotion.
She took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of the meeting. "Now listen to me. This is your chance. Make sure you impress my dad," she added, her voice serious.
Siddharth's response was confident. "Don't you worry about that," he said, his voice filled with determination.
Shruti smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that Siddharth would do his best to impress her dad.
The two of them talked for a while, discussing the meeting and what Siddharth should expect. As they talked, Shruti felt a sense of hope and excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, things were finally starting to look up.
The next morning, at the Rai palace, Roohi was busy helping her brother, Siddharth, get ready for his important meeting with Shruti's father. Roohi was sitting on Siddharth's bed, watching as he stood in front of her, holding two sets of clothes in his hands.
"So... which should I wear?" Siddharth asked, looking at Roohi for her opinion.
Roohi put a finger to her cheek, pretending to think deeply, and then pointed to a white-collared shirt and brown pants. "I think you should wear this one," she said, her eyes sparkling with confidence.
Siddharth quickly changed into the outfit and turned to Roohi for her approval. "How is it?" he asked, striking a pose.
Roohi looked him up and down, her eyes scrutinizing every detail. "One minute," she said, and then ran to Siddharth's wardrobe and returned with a watch and a pair of shoes. "Here," she said, handing them to him.
Siddharth put on the watch and shoes, and Roohi looked him up and down again. This time, she nodded in approval. "Perfect!" she exclaimed.
Siddharth smiled, feeling more confident now that he had Roohi's seal of approval. "I should go now," he said, picking up his coat. "I don't want to be late."
Roohi reminded him, "Don't forget to buy the gift."
Siddharth nodded, making a mental note to pick up a gift on his way to Shruti's palace. With a final check in the mirror, he was ready to go, feeling confident and prepared for his meeting with Shruti's father.
He got into his car and began the hour-long drive to the Singh palace. Along the way, he stopped at a florist and picked out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He hoped that the gesture would help to make a good impression on Shruti's father.
As he pulled up to the palace, he felt a mix of nerves and anticipation. He took a deep breath, grabbed the bouquet, and stepped out of the car.
Walking towards the door, he straightened his shoulders and tried to composed himself. He rang the bell and murmured to himself, "Here goes nothing."
A servant answered the door and welcomed Siddharth inside. "Please, come in, sir. Mr. Singh will be with you shortly," he said, leading Siddharth to a luxurious sofa in the living room.
"Sir will be here in a few minutes," the servant added, bowing slightly before leaving Siddharth alone.
Siddharth took a seat on the sofa, adjusting his coat and trying to calm his nerves. He glanced around the room, taking in the opulent decorations and the stunning artwork on the walls.
Just as he was starting to feel a bit more at ease, Mr. Singh emerged from a room to his left. Siddharth quickly stood up, smoothing out his coat and trying to make a good impression.
"Good morning, Sir," he said, trying to sound confident and respectful.
Mr. Singh smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning, Siddharth. I have been waiting to meet you," he said, his voice warm and friendly.
As Mr. Singh looked him up and down, Siddharth felt a surge of anxiety. But then, to his surprise, Mr. Singh nodded in approval.
Siddharth let out a silent sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, this meeting wouldn't be as disastrous as he had feared.
Siddharth handed over the bouquet to Mr. Singh, who smiled and accepted it graciously. "Thank you, Siddharth. These are beautiful," he said, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers.
The two of them sat down on the plush sofa, with Mr. Singh gesturing for Siddharth to take a seat. Meanwhile, in Shruti's room, Isha knocked on the door and announced, "Shruti didi, Mr. Rai is here."
Shruti's eyes lit up with excitement as she stood up, her hands clasped together in anticipation. "Did my father see him? Does he approve? Everything is okay, right?" she asked Isha, her voice trembling with hope.
Isha smiled reassuringly. "Calm down, didi, don't worry. It looks like your father likes him," she said, trying to soothe Shruti's frazzled nerves.
Shruti let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Listen, update me on everything they talk about," she instructed Isha, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Isha nodded and slipped out of the room, making her way downstairs to the living room where Siddharth and Mr. Singh were seated. She positioned herself at the corner of the room, pretending to clean a vase while trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Mr. Singh was saying, "Oh, so you have studied from Stanford." Siddharth nodded, smiling proudly. "Good, good," Mr. Singh said, nodding his head in approval.
Their conversation flowed smoothly, with Mr. Singh asking Siddharth a series of questions and Siddharth responding carefully and confidently. Isha listened intently, taking mental notes to report back to Shruti. So far, it seemed like the meeting was going well, and Isha couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism.
After an hour of questioning, Shruti's father stood up, signaling the end of their meeting. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Siddharth," he said, his expression neutral.
Siddharth stood up too, trying to gauge the outcome of their conversation. "The feeling is mutual, sir," he replied, his voice polite and respectful.
Shruti's father nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered Siddharth's words. Then, a small smile played on his lips. "I'm looking forward to meeting your father," he said, his tone dripping with significance.
At that, Siddharth's eyes widened in surprise, and then a smile spread across his lips. His heart was jumping with joy, and he felt like he was walking on air. Shruti's father had accepted him! The weight of uncertainty lifted off his shoulders, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him.
"Thank you, sir," he said, trying to contain his excitement. "I'll... I'll inform you about the meeting soon." He stuttered, his words tumbling out in a rush.
As soon as Siddharth left, Isha ran towards Shruti's room, bursting with excitement. She flung open the door and rushed to Shruti's bedside. "Shruti, didi! Guess what?" she exclaimed.
Shruti, who was eagerly waiting to hear from Isha, stood up and asked. "How did it go?"
Isha took a deep breath, hardly able to contain her excitement. "Your father accepted Siddharth!" she blurted out, her words spilling out in a rush.
Shruti's face lit up with joy, and she let out a squeal of delight. She started jumping up and down on her bed, her long hair bouncing with each movement. Isha laughed and joined in, and the two of them jumped and hugged each other, their laughter and excitement filling the room.
"Isha, I'm so happy!" Shruti exclaimed, her eyes shining with tears of joy. She hugged Isha tightly, her arms wrapped around her waist.
Isha hugged her back, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm happy for you too, didi," she said, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
As they hugged, Shruti felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over her. She had been worried about her father's reaction, but now that he had accepted Siddharth, she felt like she was walking on air. She knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held.
Shruti rushed to the balcony, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. She looked down at the parking area and saw Siddharth standing next to her father, engaged in conversation. As she watched, Siddharth looked up and caught her eye, winking at her with a mischievous grin.
Shruti's heart skipped a beat as she felt a flutter in her chest. She couldn't believe that her father had finally agreed to meet Siddharth, and now it seemed like everything was falling into place.
As Siddharth got into his car, Shruti's phone rang, shrill and insistent. She looked at the screen and saw Siddharth's name flashing, and she quickly picked up the call.
"Oh Siddharth, I love you, I love you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. Siddharth laughed tightly on the other end of the line, and replied, "I love you too."
Shruti couldn't contain her excitement, and she blurted out, "I still can't believe that dad said yes!" Siddharth chuckled and replied, "I told you I'll handle everything."
Shruti felt a surge of gratitude and admiration for Siddharth, and she gushed, "Siddharth, you are the best!" They chatted excitedly, their conversation flowing easily as they relived the moments of their meeting with Shruti's father.
Their conversation was filled with laughter and excitement, and Shruti felt like she was sharing her happiness with the whole world. She knew that she had found her soulmate in Siddharth, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.
At Rai palace, Siddharth returned to the palace, his face radiant with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As he entered, Roohi, his sister, rushed to him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"How did it go?! Did her father say yes?!?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. She had been waiting anxiously for Siddharth's return, eager to know the outcome of his meeting with Shruti's father.
Siddharth looked down at the floor, a sly smile spreading across his face. He didn't say a word, but his silence only added to Roohi's excitement.
"Did he say no?" Roohi asked, her voice laced with concern. But before she could even complete her sentence, Siddharth suddenly lifted her up, giving her a twirl.
"Roohi, he said yes!" Siddharth exclaimed, his voice filled with joy. Roohi let out a squeal of delight, her feet dangling in the air as Siddharth spun her around.
As they twirled, their laughter echoed through the palace, drawing the attention of their father, who emerged from his room with a warm smile.
"Oh Siddharth, how was your meeting with Mr. Singh?" he asked, his eyes shining with interest.
Siddharth gently set Roohi down, still grinning from ear to ear. "Dad... he said he wants to meet you," he replied, his voice filled with excitement.
Their father nodded, his expression pleased. "Well, of course! Sooner the better. Let's do the meeting tomorrow," he said, his voice decisive.
Siddharth nodded, still beaming with happiness. "I'll let them know," he said, his phone already in hand.
As Siddharth began to dial, his father patted his shoulder, a warm smile on his face. "Congratulations, my boy!" he said, his voice filled with pride and affection.
Roohi, still bouncing with excitement, threw her arms around Siddharth's waist. "I'm so happy for you, bhaiya!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against his chest.
Siddharth laughed, hugging Roohi tightly. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in his life, and he was grateful to have his family's love and support every step of the way.
