As Aarav held Manvi's hand tightly, a mixture of emotions danced across their faces. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of the farmhouse, creating a serene atmosphere around them. Manvi gazed at Aarav with love and tenderness, her heart still fluttering from the heartfelt proposal moments ago.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Aarav guided Manvi into the farmhouse, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished wooden floors. Each step seemed to resonate with the weight of their shared history and the newfound hope for their future together. The air was filled with anticipation and the lingering aroma of fresh flowers and candles from the proposal setup outside.

Inside the bedroom, Aarav gently lifted Manvi into his arms, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering trust and affection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the strength and warmth of his embrace as he carried her towards the bed. The room itself seemed to hold its breath in reverence to the moment unfolding — a culmination of their journey through pain, forgiveness, and now, a promise of love renewed.

As they entered the bedroom, soft rays of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over them, symbolizing the beginning of a new chapter. Aarav laid Manvi down gently on the bed, their eyes never leaving each other's. Words seemed unnecessary in that tender moment; their hearts spoke volumes as they embraced, their souls finding solace and healing in each other's presence.

Aarav's kiss lingered softly on Manvi's lips, a tender exchange that spoke of both longing and newfound closeness. As he traced his lips down to her neck, she closed her eyes, feeling a rush of emotions desire mingled with the trust and vulnerability they were beginning to share.

His gentle touch paused momentarily as he looked into her eyes, seeking her consent and understanding. Manvi responded with a serene smile, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare chest. As she did, her gaze fell upon the faint scars that crisscrossed his skin, reminders of past wounds that had healed but never fully faded.

Her touch was delicate yet deliberate as she traced her fingers over the scars, each mark telling a silent story of pain endured. Aarav's eyes welled with tears, moved by the depth of her empathy and the unspoken understanding she offered in that simple gesture.

In that moment, the air between them held a profound sense of acceptance and healing. Manvi's touch conveyed not pity but a silent acknowledgment of his past, his struggles, and the strength it took to carry on despite the scars both physical and emotional.

Their eyes met again, reflecting a shared understanding that transcended words. Aarav gently placed his hand over hers, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the compassion and acceptance he found in Manvi's touch. It was a moment of profound connection, where the wounds of the past seemed to lose their sting in the presence of their growing love and acceptance of each other's vulnerabilities.

The room around them seemed to hold its breath, honoring the intimacy of the moment and the healing power of love that was slowly mending their wounded souls.

Manvi's awakening was met with a mixture of disbelief and warmth as she found herself nestled in Aarav's embrace. The reality of their intimate night together began to sink in, stirring a range of emotions within her.

"Good morning, would-be Mrs. Malhotra," Aarav greeted her with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the tenderness of their newfound connection.

Manvi blinked, still processing the whirlwind of events from the previous night. Aarav reached out, his hand gently resting on her neck as he looked at her with unwavering sincerity. "Aaravji... kal sach mein aapne mujhe kidnap karke propose kiya?" she asked, seeking confirmation amidst the haze of her astonishment.

"Ji," he affirmed, his voice tinged with both certainty and vulnerability.

Her concern for Khushi's feelings surfaced next. "Aap sure hai na? Khushi ke liye toh yeh nahi kar rahe hai?" she inquired, her eyes searching his for reassurance.

Aarav shook his head gently, dispelling her doubts. "Nahi Manvi, Khushi ne mujhpe koi zor zabardasti nahi ki hai. Kal raat hamare beech jo hua wo ek ehsaas tha, pyaar tha," he explained, his words carrying the weight of his newfound clarity and conviction.

Manvi listened intently, her heart gradually easing as Aarav's sincerity washed over her. Overwhelmed with emotion, she embraced him tightly, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. Aarav responded by tenderly caressing her hair, a silent reassurance of his commitment and affection.

"Aaravji, main aapse bahut pyaar karti hun... bahut zyada," she confessed softly, her voice filled with the depth of her emotions.

Their embrace continued, enveloping them in a cocoon of shared understanding and affection. The morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow upon their intertwined figures, symbolizing the dawn of a new chapter in their lives filled with love, forgiveness, and hope for the future.

Manvi sat in the passenger seat of Aarav's car, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Aarav, behind the wheel, glanced at her and noticed her intense expression.

"Kya?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Raat bhar hum farmhouse pe they, beti se kya kahenge aap?" Manvi questioned, raising a valid concern about how they would explain their night at the farmhouse to Khushi.

Aarav's smile was genuine as he replied, "Sach."

Manvi couldn't help but slap her forehead in disbelief. "Hey Bhagwan! Bachi hai wo... aap kuch nahi kahenge, main baat karungi usse samjhe, aap Aaravji," she declared, clearly indicating that she would handle the situation delicately with Khushi.

Aarav's annoyance surfaced slightly. "Ab bhi Aaravji!! Call me Aarav," he insisted, hoping she would drop the formal address now that they were in a more intimate relationship.

"Aaravji..." Manvi repeated playfully, teasing him with a smile.

Aarav sighed in mock disappointment, realizing that old habits die hard. He shook his head lightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his mild exasperation.

Their banter continued as they drove along, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Their journey together had just begun, navigating the complexities of their newfound relationship with humor, understanding, and the promise of shared happiness ahead.

As Aarav and Manvi stepped into the grand Malhotra Mansion together, Manvi couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter in her stomach. Despite knowing Khushi had always wanted her father to find happiness with someone, stepping into her life officially was a moment filled with anticipation.

"Chale?" Aarav asked Manvi as he held the door open for her.

Manvi nodded, her apprehension evident in her expression as they walked inside. The mansion's halls seemed to echo with the weight of their unspoken emotions and hopes.

"Khushi!" Aarav called out as they approached the living area where Khushi had been pacing anxiously.

Khushi turned swiftly, and a radiant smile illuminated her face at the sight of her father accompanied by Manvi. Finally, he had found her, and the relief and joy were palpable in their eyes.

"Good news ki bad news?" Khushi asked eagerly, her excitement bubbling over.

The atmosphere in the Malhotra Mansion was charged with emotion as Aarav and Manvi exchanged a significant glance, silently affirming the journey they had embarked on together. It was a moment filled with hesitation, yet brimming with the resolve to embrace their newfound love openly.

"Khushi, maine tumhari dost ko kal kidnap kiya..." Aarav's confession hung in the air, drawing wide-eyed astonishment from Khushi.

"Aur usey farmhouse le gaya," he continued, his voice carrying a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Khushi's eyes widened with excitement, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "Waha unhe propose kiya?" she asked eagerly.

Manvi blushed with a smile, acknowledging Khushi's assumption.

"Woohu!!!" Khushi erupted in joy, her excitement overflowing. "Mere Dadda aur mumma ki shaadi!" she proclaimed jubilantly.

Manvi was taken aback, touched by Khushi's words. "Khushi..." she began softly, moved by the young girl's heartfelt acceptance and happiness.

Khushi turned to Manvi with a smile, her eyes brimming with emotions. "Haan dost, main hamesha se chahti thi aap iss ghar mein aao, meri tuition teacher nahi meri mumma bankar," she confessed earnestly. "Aaj Dadda mera wo sapna pura karne jaa rahe hain."

Khushi took Manvi's hand and placed it in Aarav's, a symbolic gesture of trust and hope. "Aajse mere Dadda main aapko saup rahi hun, mujhe yakeen hai aap mere Dadda ke har zakhm ko bhar dogi, unhe wo pyaar dogi jo unhe Maya se nahi mila," she continued, her voice filled with conviction and love.

Aarav touched Khushi's face tenderly, his eyes reflecting pride and gratitude for his daughter's understanding and acceptance. "Khushi... yeh decision hamari life ka best decision hoga," he said softly, his voice choked with emotion.

The trio embraced in a warm family hug, sealing their newfound bond with shared love, trust, and hope. The Malhotra Mansion echoed with the promise of a new beginning, where wounds of the past could heal in the embrace of unconditional love and familial unity.

Manvi, now comfortably settled into the warmth of the Malhotra Mansion, found herself playfully teasing Aarav. As they lounged in the living room one evening, savoring the quiet moments of their blossoming relationship, she couldn't resist a mischievous smile.

"Aaravji," she said with a hint of amusement, drawing out his name in a teasing manner.

Aarav looked at her with a mixture of fondness and mild exasperation, accustomed to her playful antics. "Manvi," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempt to maintain a serious demeanor.

Manvi chuckled softly, enjoying the way Aarav responded to her teasing. "Aap jante hai, Aaravji, mujhe kitna pasand hai aapko aise bulana" she admitted, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Aarav raised an eyebrow in mock protest. "acha, huh? Well, it's going to take some getting used to," he replied, his tone light and teasing.

Manvi leaned closer, her playful demeanor melting into affection. "You'll get used to it, Aaravji. After all, it suits you," she said softly, her gaze lingering on his face.

Aarav's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the warmth of her words. He reached out to gently touch her hand, silently acknowledging the endearing bond they were building.

And so, amidst the banter and teasing, their relationship blossomed with moments of laughter, understanding, and a growing sense of togetherness in the Malhotra Mansion.

Khushi, with her lively and spirited nature, found herself in a playful argument with Aarav one sunny afternoon in the Malhotra Mansion. It started innocently enough over something trivial perhaps who should water the plants in the garden or whose turn it was to pick a movie for their evening entertainment.

"Dadda, you always pick boring movies!" Khushi exclaimed, standing with her hands on her hips, her face scrunched up in mock frustration.

Aarav chuckled, trying to placate her. "Come on, Khushi tum janti ho mujhe classics kitni pasand hai. They have depth," he reasoned, his smile softening the edges of their banter.

Khushi wasn't easily swayed. "But Dadda, we've watched those a hundred times! Can't we watch something fun for a change?" she insisted, crossing her arms and giving him a playful glare.

Their playful argument continued for a while, Khushi animatedly expressing her preferences while Aarav defended his choices with a gentle teasing manner. Eventually, Khushi decided she had had enough and stormed off, declaring dramatically, "Fine! main abhi apni hone waali mumma se complain karungi!"

Aarav laughed. "Darta nahi hun main usse kardo complain" he called after her with a playful wink.

Later that evening, Manvi arrived at the Malhotra Mansion. Khushi welcomed her eagerly and immediately launched into recounting the "serious" disagreement she had with Aarav. "Mumma, you won't believe it! Dadda is so stubborn sometimes. wo samajhte hi nahi hai mujhe kabhi kabhi break chahiye hota hai unki sab serious movies se," Khushi explained with a theatrical sigh, looking to Manvi for support.

Manvi listened with a knowing smile, fully aware of the dynamics between father and daughter. "Are Khushi, tumhe toh pata hai tumhare dadda ko wo sab tumhare saath share karna pasand hai jo unhe pasand hai" she gently reasoned, trying not to take sides but also understanding Khushi's desire for something lighter.

Khushi nodded, her initial frustration melting as she considered Manvi's perspective. "I know, mumma but sometimes he's so... Dadda," she replied with a giggle, recognizing the humor in their playful disagreements.

Manvi hugged Khushi affectionately, reassuring her. "It's okay, Khushi. hmm toh kyun na ab kuch aisa kiya jaaye jo hum teeno ko pasand ho?," she suggested, knowing it would appease both Aarav and Khushi

Khushi nodded enthusiastically, already brainstorming ideas. "Yes, dost yeh idea best hai!" she agreed, relieved to have shared her "serious" complaint with Manvi and finding a solution.

And so, with their playful banter and heartfelt discussions, the bond between Khushi, Aarav, and Manvi continued to grow stronger.

Khushi and Aarav found themselves immersed in the joy of cooking together, their morning argument forgotten in the warmth of the kitchen. Manvi, observing them with a smile, couldn't help but comment on Aarav's seasoning choices.

"Are Aaravji, namak zyada ho jayega," Manvi teased gently.

Aarav, confident in his culinary skills, replied with a hint of playfulness, "Nahi hoga Manvi.. mujhe tumse better cooking aati hai."

"Acha?? Dekhte hai," Manvi challenged, raising an eyebrow with amusement.

Khushi, caught in the moment of familial camaraderie, giggled and chimed in, "Mumma, dadda cooks well!"

As the trio enjoyed their time in the kitchen, Manvi noticed Sharda standing at the doorway, watching them with a soft smile. She approached her with warmth, addressing her fondly.

"Sharda kaki, aap yahan kyun khadi hai? Aaiye andar," Manvi invited graciously.

Sharda, still smiling, responded with a heartfelt sentiment that caught Manvi by surprise. "Nahi beta.. tum ab bas jaldi se iss ghar mein bahu banke aa jao, phir main shanti se tirath yatra ke liye jaa sakungi."

Manvi's eyes widened slightly at Sharda's words, touched by her genuine affection and the hope she expressed. It was a moment that resonated deeply, hinting at the future they were all envisioning together.

The kitchen buzzed with laughter and the aroma of their cooking, enveloping them in a sense of unity and anticipation for what lay ahead.

Sharda carefully lifted the temple from its original place in the house, a small but significant act marking the beginning of a new chapter. With reverence, she set it in its new location, ensuring it faced east as tradition dictated. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on the idols of the gods and goddesses.

As she lit the lamp, its flame flickered to life, symbolizing hope and auspicious beginnings. Folding her hands in prayer, Sharda closed her eyes and spoke softly, her words a heartfelt plea to the divine.

"Bhagwaan, iss ghar mein saalo baad khushiyan dastak de rahi hai! Inhe hamesha banake rakhna," she prayed earnestly, her voice carrying a blend of gratitude and hope for the future.

The ambiance in the room shifted subtly, imbued with a sense of sanctity and optimism. Sharda's gesture was not just a ritual but a heartfelt invocation for blessings and prosperity to grace the newfound happiness that had entered their lives.

Outside, the day continued its course, but within the walls of the home, a serene moment unfolded, marked by faith and the promise of joyous times ahead.