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Far away from the bustling chaos of Mumbai, nestled in the heart of Delhi, lived the Singhaniya family.
The heir to the Singhaniya legacy was Yashveer Singhaniya. From a tender age, Yashveer had understood the value of both knowledge and money. Throughout college, he was known for his unwavering focus on studies. Once he secured his degree, there was no second thought—he stepped into his father’s business to carry forward the family name.
At that time, Singhaniya Enterprises was a modest company, diligently run by Mr. Akshat Singhaniya, Yashveer’s father. But Yashveer’s entry into the business changed everything. His fresh ideas and unwavering dedication brought unmatched success. Under his leadership, the company bloomed into one of the top multinational giants. By the time he turned 28, Yashveer Singhaniya had already earned a place among the top ten most influential businessmen in the country.
Yet, for all his accomplishments, Yashveer was far from arrogant. He was not the stereotypical rich man who flaunted his wealth—he was, in fact, the complete opposite. He disliked extravagance and avoided wasting time or money on things that lacked value. Practical and grounded, he believed in meaningful investments—whether in business or in people.
Being the eldest and the first child of the Singhaniya family, Yashveer was dearly cherished. His family meant the world to him. He would go to any length just to see them smile.
He lived alone in a luxurious penthouse, conveniently located near his company. But unlike the lonely, emotionally-detached businessmen often portrayed in books and movies, Yashveer valued his relationships deeply. He loved spending time with his friends and family. His heart always warmed at the thought of bringing joy to his loved ones.
Yashveer’s POV—
It was a quiet Saturday morning. I woke up a little late, thanks to the relaxed work-from-home routine. After freshening up, I headed downstairs for breakfast. My maid had already served three warm rotis and some fried bhindi—simple, comforting food. Once done, I returned to my room to begin working.
The project I’m currently handling is extremely important to the company. We’ve already invested heavily into it, and I needed to make sure everything ran perfectly. I opened my laptop and focused on the presentation sent by my secretary, Mr. Hari Chaudhary—a man I greatly respect. Hari is punctual, meticulous, and one of the most reliable people I’ve worked with.
He’s also a lucky man. His two daughters sometimes drop by to hand him lunch, and they sweetly call me chacha. The way they call him papa—with so much love—always tugs at something deep inside me. I often catch Hari sneaking them chocolates or whispering playful things while their mother pretends to scold him.
But in the end, they all sit together, laugh, and eat. I’ve even seen him gently feeding his wife, making her blush like a newlywed bride.
Sometimes, in those little moments, I wonder...Will my wife laugh at my childish jokes? Scold me for forgetting the grocery list? Feed me with love in her eyes?
Lost in these thoughts, I didn’t even realize when my phone began to ring.
POV End—
Yashveer snapped out of his reverie and groaned as he reached for his phone. His father’s name flashed on the screen. He sat up straight and answered promptly.
“Hello. Pranam, Papa.”
“Khush raho, bache. Kaise ho? Kitne din ho gaye tumhe dekhe hue.”
“Main theek hoon, Papa. Bas office mein naye project ki wajah se kaam zyada ho gaya hai. Time hi nahi mil raha. Aap aur Mummy kaise ho?”
“Beta, kaam toh chalta rahega. Par khud ka khayal bhi rakhna zaroori hai. Hum dono theek hain. Par ek zaroori baat thi, usi ke liye call kiya tha.”
“Haan, haan. Boliye.”
“Dekho beta, humein pata hai tum kitni mehnat karte ho, sab kuch khud sambhalte ho. Main yeh nahi keh raha ki tum kuch galat kar rahe ho… par mujhe aur tumhari maa ko lagta hai ki ab tumhe apni zindagi mein aage badhna chahiye. Settle ho jana chahiye.”
Yashveer already had an inkling of where this was going, but he stayed quiet and let his father continue.
“…Isiliye humne tumhare liye ek ladki pasand ki hai,” his father said gently.
Yashveer had expected it, and yet, the words still left him speechless for a moment. He wasn’t opposed to marriage—just taken aback at how sudden it all felt. He closed his eyes, searching for the right words to respond, but before he could say anything, his father spoke again.
“Mana mat karna, beta. Ladki bahut acchi hai, shaant swabhav ki hai... ek baar mil to le bache.”
After a brief pause, Yashveer finally replied softly,
“Papa, agar aap aur maa ne mere liye yeh faisla liya hai, toh mujhe koi aitraaz nahi. Mujhe pata hai aap dono kabhi mera bura nahi sochoge.”
Akshat smiled brightly on the other end of the line.
“Toh agle hafte Saturday ko hum sab Delhi aajayein?”
“Kyu?” Yashveer asked, a little confused.
“Teri dulhan se milne nahi chalega?” his father teased warmly.
Yashveer let out a small “oh” sound, trying his best to hide the smile that threatened to take over his face. He agreed, fixed his flight schedule, and ended the call.
As soon as the call ended, Yashveer let out a deep sigh—then squealed into his pillow like an excited teenager who just saw his crush. He quickly composed himself and called Hari to inform him about his short trip next Saturday.
After that, he laid back again, eyes staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were spinning in every direction.
If all went well…
He would soon be married. He would have someone—his someone.
Someone who would walk beside him, laugh with him, argue with him, and most importantly… love him.
That single thought made his heart flutter. The possibilities, the unknowns, the imagined smiles—they all brought a quiet blush to his face. With a soft sigh, he buried himself in his pillows again, his heart racing, and all thoughts of work long forgotten.
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Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter and is giving this book a chance. Also this chapter was written in a bit of hurry so if there are mistakes, kindly ignore them.
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