Chapter ❤️✨

Veerkarant sat silently in his DSP chair, the weight of the world pressing down on him.

His uniform looked sharp, but his eyes were red — broken from the inside.

Soniya walked toward him slowly, unsure, scared for him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could escape, Veerkarant pulled her into a tight embrace —

as if she was the only thing that could keep him from collapsing.

His arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried against her shoulder, trembling.

Tears slid down his cheeks, warm and desperate.

Soniya gently slid her hand into his hair, her touch soft, calming, steady —

trying her best to hold him together.

His voice cracked.

“Kya main itna bura hoon… jo mere saath yeh sab hua…?”

(“Am I so bad… that all this had to happen to me…?”)

“Maine kisko apna hero samjha? Mere Nana ko… par unhone hi sabse zyada dard diya.”

(“Whom did I look up to as my hero? My grandfather… but he was the one who caused the most pain.”)

“Mere maa-baap ne kya galti ki thi…?”

(“What mistake did my parents make…?”)

His body shook.

He wasn’t the DSP anymore.

He was just a boy who had been robbed of a childhood.

Soniya slowly pulled back, cupping his face in both hands.

Her eyes were steady, firm, full of truth.

“Tumhari koi galti nahi thi, Karant.”

(“None of this was your fault, Karant.”)

“Galti sirf tumhare Nana ki thi.”

(“It was all your grandfather’s fault.”)

“Tum teeno ne saza bhugti… par ab bas.”

(“All three of you suffered the punishment… but now enough.”)

“Tum khush rehne ke deserve karte ho. Tumhare papa deserve karte hain. Tumhari maa deserve karti hain.”

(“You deserve happiness. Your father deserves it. Your mother deserves it.”)

“Jo ho chuka hai, woh badla nahi jaa sakta… par jo aage hoga, woh tum bana sakte ho.”

(“What’s done cannot be changed… but what happens ahead — you can decide that.”)

“Ab tumhe un dono ki zindagi wapas jodna hai. Ek happy family banana tumhari zimmedari hai.”

(“Now you have to bring them back together. It’s your responsibility to give them the family they lost.”)

Veerkarant leaned into her hands, then pulled her close again, hugging her as if she was the only anchor he had left.

Soniya stroked his hair softly, letting him cry —

not as DSP Veerkarant

but as a son who finally found truth.

After minutes of silence, he wiped his face and whispered:

“Ghar chalo, Sonu.”

(“Let’s go home, Sonu.”)

Soniya blinked in confusion.

“Sonu…?”

Veerkarant gave a half-smile, eyes still wet.

“Jab main Karant ho sakta hoon… toh tum meri Sonu ho sakti ho.”

(“If I can be Karant for you… then you can be my Sonu.”)

“Bahut important baat karni hai… mere saath chalo.”

(“I need to talk about something important… come with me.”)

Soniya nodded softly.

“Haan… chalungi.”

(“Yes… I’ll come.”)

They walked back home together. When they entered the house, everyone was busy with chores.

Veer spotted them and immediately ran.

“Uncle!”

He jumped straight into Veerkarant’s arms.

Veerkarant lifted him easily, holding him as if grounding himself.

Sakshi and Abhishek walked up quickly.

“Tum theek ho na?”

(“Are you okay?”)

Veerkarant hugged Sakshi tightly.

“Haan Maa… main theek hoon. Aap fikar mat karo.”

(“Yes Maa… I’m okay. Don’t worry.”)

Abhishek stepped closer, eyes trembling.

“Sach me theek ho, baccha?”

(“Are you really okay, son?”)

Veerkarant met his gaze, tears rising again.

“Main theek hoon… Papa.”

(“I’m okay… Papa.”)

Abhishek froze.

His throat closed.

And then the tears came.

“Ek baar phir bolna…”

(“Say it once more…”)

Veerkarant hugged him tightly.

“I’m sorry Papa… hamesha galat samjha… hamesha nafrat ki… I’m sorry.”

(“I’m sorry Papa… for always misunderstanding you… for always hating you… I’m sorry.”)

Abhishek held him like a father who finally got his child back.

“Nahi baccha… tumhari koi galti nahi thi.”

(“No son… none of it was your fault.”)

Little Veer watched everyone cry and got teary-eyed too.

“Aaj sab kyun ro rahe ho…?”

(“Why is everyone crying today…?”)

Soniya picked him up, hugging him protectively.

Sumita tapped his cheek.

“Kyuki yeh sab pagalo ki family hai, isliye.”

(“Because this whole family is full of crazies, that’s why.”)

Akshya added dramatically:

“Veer, tum kitne lucky ho — ek saath do dadi-dada mil gaye!”

(“Veer, you’re so lucky — you got two sets of grandparents at once!”)

Everyone laughed.

Soon, Veerkarant spoke seriously.

“Mujhe ek bahut important baat kehni hai.”

(“I want to say something very important.”)

Jaiveer nodded.

“Bolo beta, kya hua?”

(“Say it, son. What happened?”)

Veerkarant inhaled deeply.

“Kal… hum poore shehar ko bata rahe hain ki… Mere Maa-Papa ki shaadi ho rahe hai.”

(“Tomorrow… we are announcing to the whole city… that my parents will get married.”)

Sumita’s eyes widened.

“Yeh toh sabse badi baat hai!”

(“This is the biggest news!”)

Sakshi gasped.

“Par kis zarurat…?”

(“But why is it needed…?”)

Abhishek looked at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Kyun zarurat nahi hai, Love?”

(“Why shouldn’t it be needed, Love?”)

Akshya chimed in:

“Love lagta hai uncle bahut bade deewaane hain aunty ke.”

(“Looks like uncle is completely crazy in love with aunty.”)

Sakshi blushed.

“Aise kuch nahi…”

(“It’s nothing like that…”)

Veerkarant pulled both Abhishek and Sakshi into a hug.

Sakshi kissed Veerkarant’s cheek lovingly.

He turned to Abhishek with a teasing smile.

“Mujhe pehle laga meri Maa ki deewani sirf Papa hi hain… hai na Papa?”

(“I always thought my mom is only Papa’s obsession… right, Papa?”)

Abhishek smirked.

“Isme koi shak hai kya?”

(“Is there any doubt about that?”)

Everyone laughed together…

for the first time as a whole family.

The house was finally settling down when Abhishek cleared his throat softly.

“Ab ham chalte hain.”

(“We’ll leave now.”)

Veerkarant turned instantly, confusion tightening his brows.

“Par kaha ja rahe ho?”

(“But where are you going?”)

Abhishek looked at him with a calm smile.

“Ham ja rahe hain… main nahi.”

(“All of us are leaving… except me.”)

Veerkarant stepped forward, startled.

“Kya matlab aapka?”

(“What do you mean by that?”)

Abhishek’s voice deepened, gentle but firm.

“Mera matlab—tum log ab se mere saath mere ghar rahoge.”

(“I mean that from now on, all of you will stay with me in my house.”)

Sakshi blinked, shocked.

“Aise kaise ja sakte hain hum log?”

(“How can we just go like that?”)

Sumita—Abhishek’s mother—moved forward slowly, her face softening.

“Nahi beta… sahi hi rahega.”

(“No child… this will actually be right.”)

Sakshi turned sharply.

“Maa, aap kya bol rahi ho?”

(“Mom, what are you saying?”)

Abhishek answered before Sumita could.

“Woh kyun nahi aa sakti? Woh meri family hai. Mujhe unke saath rehna hai.”

(“Why can’t she come? She’s my family. I want to live with her.”)

Sumita sighed deeply but lovingly.

“Main mana nahi kar rahi hoon. Bas… main chahti hoon ki Sakshi hamare ghar bahu ban kar aaye.”

(“I’m not refusing. I just want Sakshi to come as the daughter-in-law of this house.”)

Jaiveer folded his arms dramatically.

“Aur yeh decide karega kaun? Kis tareh ki shaadi hui, mujhe kuch nahi pata. Mere hisaab se toh yeh hamari bahu kam, hamari beti zyada lagti hai.”

(“And who will decide that? I don’t know what kind of wedding happened, but to me she seems more like our daughter than daughter-in-law.”)

Abhishek frowned.

“Yahan kya baat ho rahi hai, Baba?”

(“What is going on here, Dad?”)

Jaiveer lifted his chin.

“Mujhe mat puch… main apni beti ki taraf hoon.”

(“Don’t ask me… I’m taking my daughter’s side.”)

Madhurima jumped in instantly.

“Toh main bhabhi ki taraf hoon!”

(“Then I’m on sister-in-law’s side!”)

Karthik smirked.

“Bhai sahab, aaj team change karne ka time aa hi gaya.”

(“Brother, it seems like today is the day to change teams.”)

Abhishek rolled his eyes.

“Toh mere taraf kaun? Kyunki mujhe zarurat hi nahi hai. Woh toh waise bhi mere hi hain.”

(“So who’s on my side? Actually, I don’t need anyone. They are all mine anyway.”)

Veerkarant raised his hand proudly.

“Aapka beta.”

(“Your son.”)

He pointed to the others.

“Aur mere liye family already four log hain.”

(“And for me, my family already has four people.”)

Abhishek narrowed his eyes.

“Kaun kaun?”

(“Which four?”)

Veerkarant grinned.

“Tara, Akshya—apna samaan pack karo. Tum dono bhi hamare saath chal rahe ho.

Soniya, tum apna aur Veer ka samaan pack karo.”

(“Tara, Akshya—pack your stuff. You two are also coming with us.

Soniya, pack yours and Veer’s things.”)

Tara and Akshya exchanged a long, emotional glance.

Then both nodded silently.

Abhishek chuckled softly.

“Yeh hua mera baccha.”

(“That’s my boy.”)

He looked at the elders.

“Chalo chalo… raho aap sab budhe log saath mein.”

(“Come on everyone… all you old people stay together.”)

Laughter burst across the room.

A little while later, Abhishek, Veerkarant, Soniya, and everyone else reached Abhishek’s grand house.

The doors opened, and Veer gasped loudly.

“Itna bada ghar! Sabse bada ghar hai!”

(“Such a big house! It’s the biggest house ever!”)

Abhishek smiled warmly.

“Pasand aaya?”

(“Do you like it?”)

Veer nodded vigorously.

“Bahut pasand aaya! Yahan khelne mein maza aayega!”

(“I love it! It will be so fun to play here!”)

Abhishek clapped his hands once.

“Veerkarant, tumhari room upar hai.

Soniya—you and Veer will stay there.

Tara, Akshya—jo room pasand aaye, le lo.”

(“Veerkarant, your room is upstairs.

Soniya—you and Veer will stay there.

Tara, Akshya—choose whichever room you like.”)

Everyone drifted away to rest.

Veer, exhausted from the emotional day, fell asleep quickly.

Soniya tucked him in gently.

Later that night, Veerkarant walked into the room.

Soniya looked up.

“Kuch baat kar sakte ho?”

(“Can we talk?”)

He nodded.

“Haan.”

(“Yes.”)

She followed him quietly to the garden.

Veerkarant leaned against the railing and exhaled.

“Thank you so much. Aaj tumne mujhe sambhala… thank you, Soniya.”

(“Thank you so much. You held me together today… thank you, Soniya.”)

Soniya sat beside him gently.

“Main sirf aaj nahi… ham dono ne ek deal ki thi.

Ek-dusre ko sambhalne ki.”

(“Not just today… we both made a deal.

To hold each other together.”)

Veerkarant looked away.

“Woh baat alag hai…”

(“That’s different…”)

“Kaise alag?” Soniya whispered.

(“How is it different?”)

He avoided her eyes.

“Chhod. Veer ke liye school dekha hai—bahut accha. Sports, art, dance… sab kuch sikhaate hain.”

(“Leave it. I saw a school for Veer—excellent one. Sports, art, dance… they teach everything.”)

Soniya hesitated.

“Bahut mehanga hoga na?”

(“It must be very expensive…”)

Veerkarant smirked.

“Paise ki tension mat lo. Tumhare pati imaandari se kamata hai.”

(“Don’t worry about money. Your husband earns well.”)

Soniya raised a brow.

“Mera pati?

(“My husband?”)

He leaned closer.

“Haan. Mera matlab—tumhara pati main hoon.

Kisi padosi ke baare mein soch rahi ho?”

(“Yes. I mean—I am your husband.Thinking about some neighbour?”)

Soniya glared.

“Tum fir padosi bol rahe ho!”

(“You said neighbour again!”)

He laughed softly, then his voice turned quiet.

“Tumhare liye bhi college dekha hai. Shadi ke baad ham dono jaake dekh lenge.”

(“I’ve found a college for you too. After the wedding we’ll visit together.”)

Soniya slowly rested her head on his shoulder.

Their breaths steadied… the night softened around them…

and without realising it, both drifted off to sleep right there.