Character Sketch -

Abhishek "Abhi" Prem Mehra :

Abhishek is a driven and determined young businessman in his early 30s, managing his family's vast business empire alongside his father. With sharp features and an imposing presence, he commands respect wherever he goes. Abhi is known for his laser focus on work and his no-nonsense attitude. He’s fiercely loyal to those close to him, but because of his reserved nature, he often comes across as aloof or cold to outsiders. His intensity and the seriousness with which he approaches everything make him intimidating, and few dare to cross him. Deep down, Abhi is protective and caring, but he keeps his emotional side locked away, revealing it only to a select few. The business world respects him for his sharp mind, but his reluctance to let people in leaves many questioning whether he has any warmth at all. Behind his tough exterior, there is a man who longs for deeper connections, though he's too guarded to realize it fully.

Pragya Arora :

Pragya is the vibrant, charismatic daughter of a successful businessman. In her late 20s, she exudes warmth and positivity, lighting up every room she walks into. Lived in London, now lives in India, Pragya broke away from her family's expectations to forge her own path. She established her own marketing firm and built it from the ground up, becoming a successful entrepreneur in her own right. Her approach to life is free-spirited and adventurous—she believes in living in the moment and cherishing every experience. While Pragya is deeply connected to her family, she's independent, refusing to rely on their influence or wealth to make a name for herself. Her cheerful and open-hearted nature draws people in, but she also has a sharp business acumen hidden beneath her easygoing exterior. Pragya’s outlook on life contrasts sharply with Abhi’s serious demeanor, making her a breath of fresh air in his otherwise rigid world.

Abhi and Pragya’s fathers are business partners and leading figures in the business community. Despite this, Abhi and Pragya themselves could not be more different in how they approach life and work. Abhi is all about duty, structure, and precision, while Pragya embodies freedom, creativity, and spontaneity.

Their worlds collide when their fathers bring them together, and while sparks of friction are sure to fly, so too might unexpected sparks of connection.

LET THE STORY BEGIN ! BOOM 💥

📌 PRAGYA'S OFFICE

Pragya was pacing back and forth, her arms crossed and a frustrated look on her face. Her father, Mr. Arora, sits calmly behind her desk, trying to reason with her.

Pragya (frustrated): I’m telling you, Dad, I can’t work with him! He’s... he’s so rude, arrogant, and cold! There’s no way I’m doing this. I refuse to work with someone who barely knows how to smile!

Mr. Arora (calmly): Pragya, you’re overreacting. Abhishek is just focused on his work. He’s not rude, he’s just... intense. You know how important this partnership is for us, and we need the best marketing strategies. That’s where you come in.

Pragya (crossing her arms, stubborn): I don’t care how important it is! You didn’t have to sit in a room with him. He barely said a word, and when he did, it was like talking to a robot! How do you expect me to deal with that?

Mr. Arora (with a knowing smile): Because you’re my daughter, and you’re brilliant at what you do. No one else can handle this better than you. I trust you to turn this into a success, Pragya.

Pragya (groaning, still pacing): I’ll do it... (pauses dramatically) ...but only if I don’t have to meet that pig often. I’ll handle everything else, but I refuse to be in the same room with him!

Mr. Arora (chuckling softly): Unfortunately, beta, he’s the CEO of their firm, and you’ll have to coordinate with him directly. There’s no avoiding it.

Pragya (stopping in her tracks, staring at her father in disbelief): Wait, WHAT? You expect me to coordinate with him?

Mr. Arora (nodding): Yes, exactly. You’re the head of your firm, he’s the head of his. You’ll need to discuss strategies, campaigns, and make sure everything aligns.

Pragya (throws her hands up in the air, exasperated): Great. Just great! Of all the people in the world, I have to work with him. How did I end up with this fate? (mocking dramatically) What have I done to deserve this, universe?

Mr. Arora (smiling warmly): Sometimes we don’t choose the people we work with, but we always have the choice to handle them in the best way. And I know you’ll do just that.

Pragya (grumbling): Fine. I’ll do it. But don’t expect me to like it. And if he says one more rude thing to me, I’ll—

Mr. Arora (laughing): You’ll handle it with grace, I’m sure.

Pragya (under her breath): Or I’ll strangle him with it.

Pragya rolls her eyes and flops down on her office chair, frustrated but resigned. Her father pats her shoulder affectionately and leaves, confident in her abilities.

Pragya (to herself, muttering): This is going to be a disaster !

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📌 ABHI'S OFFICE

In a sleek, minimalist office, reflecting Abhi’s no-nonsense attitude. Abhi was standing by the large window, overlooking the city skyline, hands in his pockets, deep in thought. His father, Ram Mehra, was sitting behind the desk, looking at Abhi with a warm, knowing smile.

Abhi (turning from the window, smiling softly): Thank you, Dad. I know working with Pragya wasn’t an easy decision for you, but... (pauses) it means a lot. You’ve always understood me better than anyone.

Ram Mehra (nodding): I didn’t hesitate for a second, son. You’ve been in love with Pragya since you two were kids. I’ve seen it in your eyes every time you talk about her.

Abhi (chuckling softly, almost embarrassed): Yeah, I guess I never really could hide it, could I?

Ram Mehra (grinning): Not from me, at least. And now, you’ll get to spend more time with her, working together. I only wish to see you happy, Abhi. And I know Pragya is the perfect match for you. The perfect Mehra bahu.

Abhi (smiling but with a hint of uncertainty): I’ve always known Pragya was special. No one else makes me feel the way she does. But I’ve kept my distance all these years... (pauses, looking conflicted) ...because I’ve never been sure if she feels the same way. What if she doesn’t, Dad?

Ram Mehra (with a reassuring tone): Love is a risk, Abhi. But if anyone can win her heart, it’s you. I’ve watched you grow into a strong, capable man, and I believe Pragya will see that too. You just have to show her.

Abhi nods but remains silent. As Ram leaves the office, Abhi leans against the desk, lost in thought.

Abhi’s Pov : Every time she’s in front of me, my heart races, and I lose my words. I act cold, distant—like some kind of statue. Because I’m afraid. Afraid that if I show her how much I care, she’ll turn away. And that’s the last thing I could handle. So I stay quiet... reserved... hoping one day she’ll see past that.

He clenches his fist, the determination building.

Abhi Pov :
But not anymore. This time, things are different. We’ll be working together, side by side. She might hate me now, but that’s going to change. I’ll make her see me—not the businessman, not the cold guy she thinks I am—but the man who’s loved her all these years. The man who’s ready to show her just how much she means to him.

Abhi straightens up, a newfound resolve in his eyes.

Abhi’s final thought :
Pragya, you don’t know it yet, but by the time this project is over, you’ll fall for me, just like I’ve been falling for you since the beginning.
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📌 First Day of Work – Abhi & Pragya's Office Meeting

The atmosphere is tense, as two opposing energies are about to collide. Abhi sits calmly at the head of the table, reviewing some files, while Pragya enters with confidence, her bag slung over her shoulder and a determined expression on her face. Both look professional but are already bracing for what's to come.

Pragya (sitting down, wasting no time): So, I’ve reviewed your plan for the marketing campaign. It’s... (pauses, looking unimpressed) ...a bit too rigid. It lacks creativity and spontaneity. You can’t expect the market to respond well to something that feels so... corporate.

Abhi (calmly, trying to maintain composure): The corporate world runs on structure, Pragya. Precision and order get results. We’re not aiming for flashy. We’re aiming for efficient.

Pragya (crossing her arms, her voice firm): But people don’t connect with "efficiency." They connect with emotions and stories. You’re marketing to human beings, not machines. Your strategy is too safe.

Abhi (raising an eyebrow, his tone more measured than usual): Safe works. That’s why we’re the top business firm in the county. Risks can lead to instability.

Pragya (leaning forward, challenging him): And playing it too safe can lead to irrelevance. If we don’t evolve, we’ll get left behind, Abhi. Your strategy is missing the entire point of modern marketing.

Abhi clenches his jaw slightly, struggling to keep his usual cold demeanor. He’s known for shutting people down at this point, but today, he’s trying harder to keep his cool.

Abhi (carefully): Pragya, I understand your point, but this is how we’ve been successful for years. It’s tested, and it works. I’m not willing to gamble the company’s reputation on—

Pragya (cutting him off, standing up): It’s not gambling, it’s an adaptation! You don’t trust my expertise, and that’s the problem here. But if you want this campaign to succeed, you’ll have to take some risks. The world isn’t waiting for you to catch up.

She glares at him, her frustration boiling over. Abhi watches her silently for a moment, feeling the heat of her words but trying to maintain his composure. Instead of snapping back, he surprises himself by staying calm, though internally, he’s struggling with his own emotions.

Abhi (softly, but firm): I never said I didn’t trust you. I just need us to be on the same page.

Pragya (with finality, gathering her things): Well, we’re clearly not. But since this is a team effort, I’m going to push forward with my plan. If you can’t see the vision, that’s on you. But I’m not backing down from this.

She turns to leave, still exasperated by his calm demeanor. As she walks out of the room, she mutters to herself.
Pragya (muttering): He’s so weird... Usually, he’d argue till the end, but today? There was something different about him... I just can’t put my finger on it.

Pragya exits, leaving Abhi alone in the conference room. He leans back in his chair, a soft, amused smile creeping onto his face. He thinks about the argument, but instead of feeling angry, he finds himself smiling like crazy.

Abhi’s Pov :
She’s just as fiery as ever... I missed that spark in her. She has no idea how much I love seeing her like this. Strong, determined... she’s amazing.

As he continues to grin like a fool, his secretary, Tanu, enters the room, holding a folder. She stops in her tracks, her eyes widening as she notices Abhi smiling. She’s never seen this side of him before.

Tanu (surprised, cautiously): Uh... Abhi Sir? Are you... okay? You’re... smiling?

Abhi (startled, quickly wiping the smile from his face but failing to hide his amusement): What? No, I’m not... (pauses, then chuckles to himself) Okay, maybe a little.

Tanu (raising an eyebrow, more confused than ever): You never smile. I didn’t even know you could. What’s going on?

Abhi (shrugging, still unable to shake his grin): Just... thinking about someone. That’s all.

Tanu looks even more bewildered as Abhi stands up, still lost in his thoughts, clearly in a much better mood than usual. He walks past her, leaving her in the room, completely dumbfounded.

Tanu (to herself): Who is this man and what has he done to Abhi ?
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📌 MEHRA MANSION

The grand, luxurious dining hall of the Mehra mansion is set with an exquisite array of food, and the atmosphere is warm and welcoming. Rajini Mehra, Abhi’s mother, is bustling around, making sure everything is perfect for the dinner. She’s positively glowing with excitement, a smile never leaving her face as she supervises the last-minute preparations.)

Rajini Mehra (happily, to one of the staff): Make sure the flowers are fresh and the lights aren’t too bright. I want everything to be just perfect for tonight. The Arora's are like family, after all!

Ram Mehra enters the room, noticing Rajini’s giddiness and smiling to himself.

Ram Mehra (teasing): Rajini, if you get any more excited, they might think we’re planning a wedding tonight.

Rajini Mehra (laughing): Well, who knows? Maybe soon enough! Pragya would be the perfect daughter-in-law, and you know it. It’s about time Abhi makes his move. He’s been in love with her for ages!

Ram Mehra (nodding in agreement): I know. And seeing how they’re working together now, it’s the perfect opportunity for them to grow closer. I just hope Abhi doesn’t overthink things like he always does.

Rajini Mehra (grinning): Don’t worry, I have faith in him. Tonight’s dinner is the perfect chance for the families to bond even more. I’m sure everything will fall into place soon.

As Arora's arrive at the Mehra mansion.The evening begins with light-hearted conversation, reminiscing about old memories. Rajiv Arora and Abhi share stories from the past, perhaps about childhood antics or shared business ventures. Sarla Arora, ever the gracious guest, compliments Rajini on the beautiful home and food, while Pragya and Abhi exchange brief, knowing glances, trying to keep their affection under wraps.

As the evening progresses, Rajini, in her excitement, drops hints about Abhi’s happiness and how she’s looking forward to some "good news" soon, perhaps implying marriage or settling down. Pragya feels a little uncomfortable but plays along, trying not to give away her feelings. Meanwhile, Sarla and Rajiv are pleased to see their old friends but remain clueless about Abhi and Pragya's relationship.

During the dinner, Abhi and Pragya might find themselves seated next to each other, engaging in light banter or shared looks that go unnoticed by most, but are picked up by Rajini. She might wink at Abhi, subtly encouraging him, while Sarla comments on how well Pragya has been doing at work, praising her efforts.

As the night draws to a close, the Arora's thank the Mehra's for the lovely evening, leaving with fond memories. Rajini, however, might pull Abhi aside before bed and drop hints about how Pragya would make a wonderful daughter-in-law, giving Abhi a knowing smile.
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As Days pass by, and the professional partnership between Abhi and Pragya grows into an unexpected friendship. Pragya starts to notice that Abhi, often perceived as cold and aloof, is simply guarded around people he doesn’t trust. He’s not as rude as he seems; in fact, with those he’s close to, there’s warmth, loyalty, and a sense of humor she didn’t expect.

Abhi and Pragya are sitting in the office lounge, unwinding after a long day of work.

PRAGYA: (teasing) You know, when we first started working together, I thought you were impossible to talk to.

ABHI: (smirking) Oh really? I thought you were this goody-two-shoes who could never relax.

They both laugh. It’s easy, effortless. The tension between them has faded, replaced by a genuine camaraderie. Pragya has grown comfortable around Abhi, sharing parts of herself she hadn’t revealed before.

PRAGYA: (suddenly quiet, thoughtful) There’s something I need to tell you.

Abhi looks at her, curious but patient. He notices her hesitation and offers a soft smile, encouraging her to speak.

PRAGYA: I’ve been seeing someone... for a while now. I haven’t told many people. His name’s Arjun. I just... I feel like I can tell you, you know?

Abhi’s heart sinks. Her words feel like a blow, though he masks his disappointment with a smile.

ABHI: (forcing a smile) That’s great, Pragya. I’m happy for you.

But inside, he’s anything but happy. He’s been falling for her without realizing it. Now, the thought of her with someone else feels unbearable. He wants to tell her—right there, right then—that he loves her, that he’s not just a friend. But the moment slips away.
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📌ABHI’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Abhi was pacing in his living room, wrestling with his emotions. He knows he has to tell Pragya how he feels. But just as he gathers the courage to make that call, his phone buzzes. It’s a message from Pragya:
"Arjun’s been in an accident. I’m at the hospital."

Abhi’s world spins. His confession, his feelings—they all have to wait. Abhi ruses to the hospital where Arjun is admitted.
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📌HOSPITAL – LATE NIGHT

Pragya was sitting in the waiting area, her eyes swollen with tears, her hands trembling. Abhi rushes in and sees her devastation. Without a word, he sits beside her, taking her hand in his. She leans on his shoulder, needing the support more than ever.
Hours pass, and the news comes - Arjun didn’t make it. Pragya breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably. Abhi holds her close, letting her cry on his shoulder. He feels her pain, but more than that, he feels the intensity of his own emotions—he loves her, and now more than ever, he wants to protect her.
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📌 PRAGYA’S APARTMENT – DAYS LATER

Pragya is still lost in grief. Abhi has been by her side every day, helping her through the darkest time of her life. One evening, as they sit together in silence, he can’t hold back anymore.

ABHI: (softly) Pragya... I have  something to tell you.

She looks up at him, her eyes empty from the pain she’s been carrying.

ABHI: I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now. I didn’t want to tell you like this, not when you’re going through so much, but I can’t hide it anymore.

Pragya stares at him in shock, her grief momentarily replaced by confusion.

PRAGYA: (shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper) No... no, Abhi. You can’t do this. Not now. I can’t... I can’t handle this.

ABHI: (gently but firmly) I’m not leaving you, Pragya. Not now, not ever. I know you’re hurting, and I’m sorry for the timing. But I won’t walk away when you need someone. I’ll stay here with you, no matter what.

Pragya tries to push him away, but her strength falters. She’s overwhelmed, her emotions a tangled mess. She wants to be angry, to tell him to leave, but the truth is—she needs him. And he’s the only one who hasn’t left her side since the tragedy.

PRAGYA: (tears streaming down her face) Why won’t you just go? Why are you doing this?”

ABHI: Because I care about you. And I’m not going to let you go through this alone.

His voice is steady, his eyes filled with sincerity. For the first time, Pragya feels something stir inside her—something beyond the grief. It’s not love, not yet, but it’s a sense of comfort, of knowing that he’s there for her in the darkest moment of her life.

She looks at him, not with the shock she felt earlier, but with gratitude. Abhi’s confession lingers between them, unresolved, but for now, she’s not alone. And that means everything.
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📌MEHRA MANSION

Abhi was sitting on the couch, lost in thought. He’s been spending most of his time between work and Pragya’s apartment, doing everything he can to help her cope with Arjun’s death. But it’s been hard. Pragya has pulled back, retreating into her grief, and he’s unsure if she’ll ever return to being the lively, bubbly person he fell in love with.

Rajini Mehra, his mother, quietly enters the room, her eyes filled with concern. She sits down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

RAJINI: (softly) You’ve been carrying a lot on your shoulders lately, Abhi.

Abhi sighs and looks down, his face lined with worry.

ABHI: I don’t know what else to do, Mom. She’s hurting so much, and I can’t stand seeing her like this. I told her how I feel, but it was the worst possible time... and now, she’s shutting me out.

Rajini gives him a sympathetic smile, understanding his pain.

RAJINI: She’s been through a terrible loss, beta. It will take time. But don’t lose hope. The Pragya you love, that lively, cheerful girl, is still there. You just need to be patient.

ABHI: (with renewed resolve) You’re right. I won’t give up on her. I’ll help her find herself again, no matter how long it takes.

Rajini smiles, proud of her son’s determination, while Raj gives him a firm nod of approval.

RAJINI: That’s the spirit, Abhi. You have a big heart, and that’s what will bring Pragya back. Just keep being there for her.

RAJ: And don’t forget, we’re here too. We’re all family. You’re not alone in this.

Abhi feels a renewed sense of hope and purpose, fueled by the love and guidance of his parents. With their support, he’s ready to do whatever it takes to help Pragya heal and bring back the woman he loves.
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📌 PRAGYA'S APARTMENT – LATE NIGHT

The room is dimly lit, with a soft glow from the table lamp. Pragya sits by the window, staring out into the night, lost in thought. She’s been wrestling with her emotions for days now. Abhi has been her constant support, never leaving her side. But as she starts to feel something for him, the guilt of not being able to let go of Arjun’s memory weighs heavily on her heart.

Abhi is sitting on the couch, watching her, sensing her inner turmoil. He knows something is bothering her, and he’s determined to address it.

ABHI: (gently) Pragya... you’ve been quiet for a while now. I can see you’re thinking about something. Talk to me.

Pragya doesn’t respond at first, her eyes still fixed on the window. But eventually, she turns to face him, her expression conflicted.

PRAGYA: (hesitant) Abhi... I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can ever move on from Arjun. You’ve been incredible, and I care about you, but... part of me feels like I’m betraying his memory by feeling anything for you.

Abhi’s heart aches at her words, but he keeps his voice steady, filled with understanding.

ABHI: You’re not betraying anyone, Pragya. What you had with Arjun was special, and I know you’ll always carry him with you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t move forward. It doesn’t mean you can’t love again.

Pragya shakes her head, the tears she’s been holding back finally spilling over.

PRAGYA: I just... I don’t know if I can give you what you deserve. I can’t forget him, and I feel like you should move on, Abhi. You deserve someone who isn’t broken, someone who can love you without hesitation.

Abhi stands up and moves toward her, his expression firm but gentle. He kneels in front of her, taking her hands in his.

ABHI: (softly but with determination)
I’m not ready to move on, Pragya. I don’t want to. You don’t have to forget Arjun—he’ll always be a part of you. But that doesn’t mean there’s no room in your heart for me. I’m not asking you to choose between us. I’m asking you to just be with me. Let me be there for you, and slowly, things will fall into place.

Pragya looks down at their hands, her fingers trembling in his. She feels torn between the past and the present, between the love she lost and the new feelings blossoming for Abhi.

PRAGYA: But what if I can’t give you what you want? What if I’m always stuck in the past?

Abhi lifts her chin gently, so she meets his gaze. His eyes are filled with sincerity and love.

Pragya is sits on the couch, her emotions a whirlwind after their heartfelt conversation. Abhi is still kneeling in front of her, holding her hands, his eyes never leaving hers. There's a tenderness between them, an unspoken understanding. In this moment, Pragya finds herself lost in his gaze, forgetting everything—the pain, the doubts, the guilt. All she sees is Abhi, the man who has been with her through everything, who never left her side.

ABHI: (whispering, his voice filled with sincerity) I promise, Pragya, I will never leave you. Not even if you push me away. I’ll always be here, no matter what.

His words hang in the air, a vow not just spoken but felt deeply. Slowly, Abhi leans closer, his eyes searching hers for any hesitation. Pragya feels her breath catch in her throat, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she feels drawn to him, the pull of something she can’t explain—something deeper than grief, something that feels like trust, like warmth.

Abhi gently cups her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. Then, without breaking eye contact, he leans in and kisses her softly. The kiss is gentle at first, a tender sealing of his promise to her. Pragya feels her body go numb, overwhelmed by the moment, her mind racing, but her heart quieting in his touch.

For a few seconds, she doesn’t respond, frozen by the intensity of her emotions. But as Abhi’s kiss deepens, something inside her shifts. The numbness melts away, replaced by a warmth she hasn’t felt in a long time. Her hands instinctively reach up, holding onto him, and before she knows it, she’s kissing him back.

Passion begins to build between them, slow but undeniable. The weight of the past, the grief, and the pain all dissolve as they lose themselves in each other. Pragya’s mind may still carry the echoes of her loss, but her heart begins to awaken, driven by the connection she feels with Abhi.

Without breaking the kiss, Abhi pulls her closer, his hands gently caressing her back as the intensity between them grows. Pragya’s fingers find their way into his hair, and soon, the room is filled with the quiet, unspoken language of two people finding solace in one another.

The scene shifts as they move from the couch to her bedroom, the transition seamless as their passion takes over. They shed the weight of their burdens along with their clothes, their movements slow and deliberate, each touch filled with a mix of tenderness and urgency. For Pragya, it’s not just about desire—it’s about feeling alive again, about trusting someone so deeply that the pain begins to fade.

Abhi kisses her gently, yet with a promise of forever, his hands moving with care, as if assuring her with each touch that he will always be there. Pragya responds in kind, her fears momentarily forgotten as she gives herself to the moment, to him.

Together, they make love, their connection growing deeper with every shared breath, every whispered word. For the first time in what feels like forever, Pragya doesn’t feel alone. She feels seen, held, and cherished.
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The sun barely risen, casts a soft glow into the room. Pragya sits on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped around herself as she looks out of the window. Abhi stands by the door, watching her with a mixture of confusion and hurt. The silence between them is thick with unspoken tension. Last night’s passion has given way to a heavy reality, and Pragya is struggling to make sense of her emotions.

She finally turns to face Abhi, her expression conflicted but resolute.

PRAGYA: (softly but firmly) Abhi... I wasn’t thinking straight last night. I was overwhelmed, vulnerable. If I had been thinking clearly, none of this would have happened.

Abhi’s eyes widen in shock. He takes a step toward her, his heart racing, but Pragya holds up a hand, stopping him from getting too close.

PRAGYA: Please understand... I was alone, I was lost. That’s why it happened. It wasn’t... it wasn’t love.

Abhi feels the words hit him like a blow. His face hardens, but the hurt in his eyes is undeniable.

ABHI: (voice rising slightly in frustration) Maybe for you, Pragya. But don’t say it wasn’t love. Not for me. What I feel for you is real, and I can’t just ignore it.

Pragya’s eyes well up with tears. She knows Abhi’s love is genuine, and that makes it even harder.

PRAGYA: (pleading) Abhi, please... don’t keep any hopes. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love again. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t give you what you deserve.

Abhi walks over to her, kneeling down in front of her. He takes her hands in his, his voice soft but determined.

ABHI: You don’t have to give me anything right now, Pragya. I don’t expect you to forget Arjun or to be okay overnight. But don’t say you’ll never love again. Trust me—you will. Maybe it’s not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. And when that day comes, I want it to be with me.

Pragya pulls her hands away, standing up and pacing the room, shaking her head in frustration.

PRAGYA: (desperately) I can’t marry you, Abhi. I don’t want to ruin your life. I’m broken, I’m not the person you deserve. You deserve someone who can give you the love you need, someone who isn’t holding onto the past.

Abhi stands up, his voice calm but filled with conviction.

ABHI: You’re not ruining my life, Pragya. You’re saving it. The only way you can spoil my life is by being away from me. Every day without you is harder than anything else.

Pragya stops pacing, turning to face him, her tears flowing freely now.

PRAGYA: (voice cracking) I can’t promise you anything, Abhi. I don’t know how to move forward.

Abhi walks up to her and gently cups her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

ABHI: You don’t have to promise me anything right now. All I’m asking is that you trust me. Let me help you heal. Be with me. Marry me, Pragya, and come to Mehra Mansion. We’ll take it one step at a time, together.

Pragya looks into his eyes, feeling the weight of his words, his love. But the fear in her heart is still too strong. She steps back, shaking her head.

PRAGYA: No, Abhi. I can’t. I can’t do that to you. You’ll regret it someday, and I don’t want to be the cause of your pain.

Abhi’s face hardens with frustration, but there’s still tenderness in his voice.

ABHI: You think staying away from me will make me happier? It’s you who’s spoiling my life, Pragya, by staying away. I don’t want a life without you in it. I’m not asking for a perfect love story. I’m asking for you. Just you. That’s all I need.

Pragya’s heart breaks at his words. She knows how much he means them, but her doubts keep holding her back.

PRAGYA: (whispering) I don’t know how to be that person again, Abhi.

Abhi steps closer, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with determination.

ABHI: Then let me help you find her. I’m not asking you to be anyone else. I’m asking you to let me stand by your side while you figure it out.

Pragya looks at him, her resolve weakening. She knows deep down that Abhi’s love is real, that he’s offering her something rare and beautiful. But she’s still terrified.

After a long pause, she finally speaks.

PRAGYA: I just... I need time. Please, give me time.

Abhi nods, understanding her hesitation, but his love for her is unwavering.

ABHI: Take all the time you need. I’ll wait. I’m not going anywhere.

Pragya lowers her head, feeling both comforted and conflicted. She knows she’s not ready, but she also knows Abhi won’t let her go easily.
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📌 MEHRA MANSION ( GARDEN AREA )

Both the Arora and Mehra families gather together to celebrate Pragya’s progress. The atmosphere is warm and filled with laughter, a stark contrast to the somber mood of recent months.

Pragya, now dressed in a vibrant, colorful salwar suit, is back to her lively self. She’s smiling, laughing with the others, and for the first time in a long time, there’s a lightness in her heart. Abhi watches her from across the garden, his heart swelling with pride and love as he sees her laugh with her family.

Sarla Arora, Pragya’s mother, sits next to Rajini Mehra, Abhi’s mother. The two women share a fond smile, clearly relieved to see Pragya so happy again.

RAJINI: (smiling) It feels like such a blessing to see her like this. I was so worried for her, but now... look at her, Sarla. She’s glowing.

Sarla nods, her eyes tearing up with emotion.

SARLA: Abhi has done so much for her. I don’t know how to thank him. I feel like I’ve gotten my daughter back.

RAJINI: (softly) He loves her more than anything, Sarla. And I believe Pragya is starting to see that too.

Across the garden, Pragya is playfully teasing her sister Bulbul and and Abhi’s cousin, Aliya. The three are laughing together, and Abhi can’t help but smile as he watches her. She catches him looking at her, and for a brief moment, their eyes lock. Pragya’s smile falters slightly as she feels a rush of emotions—gratitude, affection, and something deeper that she’s still trying to understand.

Abhi walks over to join her, standing beside her with an easy smile.

ABHI: (teasingly) You know, you’ve been the life of the party today. I think you’re outshining everyone.

Pragya laughs, lightly hitting his arm.

PRAGYA: Oh, stop it. I’m just... happy. It feels good to be around everyone like this.

Abhi’s smile softens, and he looks at her with an affectionate gaze.

ABHI: It’s good to see you happy again. I missed this side of you.

Pragya looks at him, her heart swelling with warmth. She knows he’s been her rock through it all, and though she’s still hesitant, she can’t deny how much he means to her.

Before Pragya can respond, her father, Rajiv Arora, and Abhi’s father, Raj Mehra, approach them with wide smiles.

RAJIV: (laughing) I think we should all toast to this beautiful day. It’s been too long since both our families came together like this.

RAJ: I agree! And we have so much to be thankful for, especially seeing Pragya’s smile again. It’s like a breath of fresh air.

Pragya blushes at the attention but smiles warmly. The group gathers at the table, raising their glasses—some with juice, others with champagne. The families stand together, united, as they share this joyful moment.

RAJINI: (raising her glass) To family, to love, and to new beginnings.

Everyone cheers, and the atmosphere is filled with warmth and joy. Pragya looks around at the people she loves, and for the first time in a long time, she feels hopeful about the future. She glances at Abhi again, and this time, she doesn’t shy away from the feelings blossoming in her heart.

As everyone settles down to eat, Bulbul pulls Pragya aside, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

BULBUL: (teasingly) Didi, don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at Abhi just now.

Pragya’s eyes widen in surprise, and she laughs.

PRAGYA: Bulbul! Stop being ridiculous.

But Bulbul grins, refusing to back down.

BULBUL: Oh, come on! It’s so obvious. The way he looks at you, the way you smile around him now... I’m just saying, maybe it’s time to stop fighting it.

Pragya blushes but doesn’t argue. She knows Bulbul is right, even if she’s still trying to figure out what her heart truly wants.

PRAGYA: (softly) Let’s just say... I’m taking things one step at a time.

Bulbul gives her an encouraging smile before they both join the rest of the family at the table.

As lunch goes on, the laughter continues, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Pragya feels at peace. She may still have a long journey ahead, but with Abhi and both families by her side, she knows she’ll never be alone again.
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📌 PRAGYA'S OFFICE

Pragya was finishing up a meeting, her mind focused on the presentation she just wrapped up. As the meeting ends and people start filing out of the room, she pulls out her phone from her bag. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the screen light up with 10 missed calls—all from her father, Rajiv. Anxiety immediately creeps up her spine as she dials back, her hands trembling slightly.

PRAGYA: (whispering to herself)
Papa doesn’t call like this... something must’ve happened.

Her father picks up on the first ring, his voice shaky but calm.

RAJIV (on the phone): Pragya, beta... Abhi... he was in an accident. He’s at City Hospital.

Pragya feels the ground beneath her vanish, her legs suddenly weak.

PRAGYA: (panicking) W-What? Papa, how bad is it? What happened?”

Her father’s voice is steady, trying to calm her down, but she can sense the tension.

RAJIV: I don’t know all the details yet. The doctors are with him, but it’s nothing major, just come to the hospital.

As soon as her father says “hospital,” Pragya’s world begins to spin. The word "accident" echoes in her mind, triggering memories she had tried so hard to bury. The pain, the heartache—images of Arjun's accident flood her mind, and a suffocating dread wraps around her chest. Her heart races, and her breath comes in short gasps.

PRAGYA (thinking): No... not again. Not Abhi...

She grabs her things in a frenzy, practically running out of the office. Her vision blurs with tears she’s trying to hold back.
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📌 PRAGYA'S OFFICE BASEMENT

Pragya rushes to her car, fumbling with the keys as her thoughts spiral. The fear of losing Abhi is so overwhelming, and as she speeds toward the hospital, a terrifying realization crashes into her like a wave.

PRAGYA (thinking): I love him. I love Abhi... and I can’t lose him. I can’t...

Tears spill down her cheeks as she presses her foot harder on the accelerator. She remembers all the moments they’ve shared—how he stood by her, how he fought for her, how his mere presence made her feel alive again after so much pain. And now the thought of losing him feels unbearable, worse than anything she’s experienced.
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📌 HOSPITAL – EMERGENCY ROOM

Pragya bursts into the hospital, her eyes wild with panic as she races through the hallway, desperately looking for her family. She finally spots her father, Rajiv, standing with Sarla and Abhi’s parents.

She rushes to her father, gripping his arm tightly.

PRAGYA: (breathless) Papa, where is he? How is he? Please tell me...

Rajiv puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

RAJIV: Beta, calm down. The doctor just said it’s a minor injury. Nothing serious. He’s okay.

Pragya’s legs nearly give out with relief, and she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Sarla gently holds her, pulling her into a comforting hug.

SARLA: He’s fine, Pragya. It was a minor scratch. You’ll see for yourself soon.

But Pragya’s mind can’t stop replaying the worst scenarios. She feels like she’s been on the edge of losing him for hours. She squeezes her mother’s hand, grateful for her presence but still overwhelmed by the terror she felt on the way there.

Just then, the doctor approaches, a kind smile on his face.

DOCTOR: Mr. Abhi Mehra is doing well. It was just a minor accident, and he has a few scrapes, but there’s nothing to worry about. You can see him now.
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📌 HOSPITAL ROOM

Pragya stands by Abhi’s bedside, her hands trembling as she takes in the sight of him. He’s sitting up, looking slightly worn but otherwise fine, a small bandage on his forehead. Abhi looks up at her, his eyes full of warmth and relief. Pragya’s chest tightens, emotions swirling inside her.

Tears spill from her eyes as she walks closer, her voice cracking with every word.

PRAGYA: (voice trembling) Abhi... if anything had happened to you... I would have died. I don’t know how to live without you.

Abhi’s expression softens, and he reaches for her hand, holding it tightly.

ABHI: (softly) Pragya...

But she shakes her head, more tears streaming down her face. Her heart is pounding, but this time it’s not out of fear—it’s love, a love she can no longer deny.

PRAGYA: I love you, Abhi. I love you so much, and I don’t think I realized how much until I thought I might lose you.

Abhi’s eyes widen in disbelief, his heart leaping at her words. Slowly, a beaming smile spreads across his face, filled with joy and relief. He sits up a little straighter, his eyes bright with happiness.

ABHI (grinning) You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.

Pragya smiles through her tears, her heart swelling with love. Abhi’s hands pull her closer, and before she knows it, his lips are on hers in a tender, emotion-filled kiss.

They lose themselves in the moment, their love finally out in the open, years of hidden emotions released with a single kiss. It’s soft, sweet, and full of promises they don’t need to say aloud.

Suddenly, they hear a loud, exaggerated cough from the door. They part quickly, both startled, only to see their parents standing at the door with amused expressions.

RAJIV: (faking a cough, grinning)
Well, well, seems like we’re interrupting something!

Rajini Mehra gives them a knowing smile, while Sarla hides her laughter behind her hand. Both families are clearly thrilled by what they just witnessed.

RAJINI: (teasing) So, when should we start planning the wedding?

Pragya’s face turns crimson, and she lowers her head, feeling both shy and happy. Abhi, however, beams with excitement, his voice filled with playful determination.

ABHI: (grinning widely)
Super soon. I can’t wait any longer to bring her home!

Pragya looks up at him, her face still flushed but her eyes filled with love. The families burst into laughter, the room filled with warmth and happiness as everyone celebrates this long-awaited moment.

Pragya looks over at Abhi, and he gives her a reassuring smile, his hand gently squeezing hers.

PRAGYA: (softly, blushing)
You really can’t wait, can you?

ABHI: (smiling, his voice tender) Not a second longer.

They both share a loving glance, knowing that this is the beginning of a beautiful future together. As their parents continue to tease them and talk about wedding plans, Pragya’s heart feels lighter than it has in years. She’s no longer afraid—she’s ready to embrace her future with Abhi, with all the love she has to give.

The families celebrate, laughter and love filling the air 🤍