The sunlight poured into the sleek glass-walled meeting room of Visionary Vista's Office, catching the glint of blueprints and coffee mugs. Kashish, Jiya, and Aryan sat around the long matte-black table, papers, tabs, and a half-eaten croissant between them. They were deep into finalizing plans for another proposal when a sharp "ding" echoed from Jiya's iPad.

Jiya tapped her iPad screen, eyes scanning. "Wait," she said, "We got a mail from AIIMS Shimla." "Is it the mail?" Kashish asked, immediately alert. Jiya nodded, opening it. "Yes. It's the result." She read aloud, "We are pleased to inform you that Visionary Vista has been selected as the design partner for the upcoming Cancer and Palliative Care Wing at AIIMS Shimla..." "Finally, All that work paid off, Kashish said. "This is huge," AIIMS Shimla is not a small deal, Aryan added. "I just hope everything goes smoothly from here," Kashish said. "It will," Jiya replied, smiling. "We've worked hard for this, let's inform the team and start planning the next steps," Aryan suggested. Yeah, And maybe after that, we can actually breathe a little, Kashish said while getting up. They exchanged smiles and returned to work, energized. Jiya scrolled down the email and said "Guys, there's more, They've asked us to come day after tomorrow to finalize everything... small detailing and a final brush-up." "Alright, so we're not breathing just yet," Kashish sighed. "Back to prep mode, Let's make sure we're sharper than before", Aryan said. "Let's start refining the structural parts today and work on the interiors tomorrow," Kashish suggested. "I'll recheck the healing garden and the palliative section flow too," Jiya added. "Done, Let's divide the tasks and loop in the rest of the team"  Aryan said. 

Refocused and energized by their success, they prepared to perfect their pitch. After hours of working. As they finished working on todays target of  AIIMS Cancer and Palliative care model, they all went home.

Evening In Diwan Masion

Kashish entered the grand doorway, greeted by the familiar scent of home. She dropped her bag and found her mother, Avni, still in her hospital whites, walking in from the hallway, tired but serene. "Mumma!" Kashish exclaimed, hugging her tightly. "We got the AIIMS project!" Avni, surprised, pulled back "You mean AIIMS?" Kashish grinned, nodding "Just got the official mail." Avni beamed "That's amazing, Kashish! Your hard work paid off." Natasha chachi entered, drawn by the commotion "Kya hua? What's all the excitement?". Avni explained, "Kashish's firm bagged the AIIMS project." "Wah! That's huge, I told you this girl is on fire", Natasha exclaimed. Ranveer, Kashish's father, joined them from his study and asked looking at three of them "Kya chal raha hai?" Kashish announced, "Papa, we got the AIIMS Cancer and Palliative Care project." Ranveer put his hand on her shoulder. "You deserve it, beta. I'm proud of you." Her brothers, Samrath and Shivansh, walked in, smiling. Shivansh said, "Told you guys, Queen Diwan nailed it." Samrath added, "I had no doubt Congratulations, Kashish." Angad and Vaidehi, their grandparents, emerged from their room. "Kya khabar hai?" Kashish announced, "Dadaji, we got the AIIMS project." Vaidehi replied, "Bohot achha kiya beta. You've brought honor to both your professions and your family." The daughters-in-law, Soumya, Nurvi, and Prisha, joined the group, overhearing the news. Soumya hugged Kashish, saying, "Kashish! You did it! I'm so happy for you." Nurvi added, "This calls for a celebration." Prisha grinned. "I'm ready. Just say when." Kashish laughed saying, Tonight.? Raghav chachu, her favorite uncle, arrived, asking, "Arey, Diwan Mansion mein itna glow? Kisne kya jeeta?" Soumya announced, "Kashish has won AIIMS Project" Raghav exclaimed, "Kya baat hai! I'll bring the champagne!" Prisha suggested, "Let's plan a dinner tonight to celebrate, and let's call Sayoni and Rishi jiju too, little Jahaan will light up the night." Everyone agreed. Ranveer smiled saying "Perfect, Family celebration, the Diwan way."

THE CELEBRATION

The Diwan Mansion lit up with soft golden lights, echoing with polite laughter and conversations. The air inside was warm with the scent of fresh lilies and sandalwood, blending with the light clinking of glassware as the family gathered in their grand living room. Just then, the tall glass door opened and in walked Dr. Sayoni Diwan, effortlessly elegant in a Pink Suit with a sleek open hair. Beside her was her husband Rishi, suited in classic Formals, and between them, holding Sayoni's hand, was their two-year-old son Jahaan, who instantly drew everyone's attention with his bright, innocent eyes. Sayoni first greeted her parents, Dr. Raghav and Dr. Natasha, offering a rare soft smile. "Ma, Papa," she greeted. Raghav beamed. "The Diwan Medical College and Hospital's pride has arrived." From the far end, Angad and Vaidehi, the family elders, looked up. Their eyes softened seeing Sayoni. "My perfect surgeon beti," Vaidehi whispered proudly. Just then, Kashish entered from the side. In a simple yet classy kurta and tied-back hair, she paused, seeing her elder sister. Sayoni turned and walked to her with graceful authority, but this time, it was layered with a hint of warmth. She embraced her briefly. "Congratulations, Kashish," she said. "You deserved this one." Kashish smiled with sincerity. ""Thank you, Didi," Kashish replied, genuinely. "Means a lot coming from you." Before Sayoni could respond, little Jahaan tugged at Kashish's kurta. She picked him up, kissing his cheeks, "Mumma's twin and my favorite troublemaker." Then she hugged Rishi. "Jiju, welcome back." "Not missing this celebration for the world," Rishi replied with a warm smirk. Just then, Dr. Sayoni Diwan in the house," Raghav teased, his voice brimming with pride. Sayoni smiled softly, "Bade Papa, still calling me that?" "Always. Even if you're now Dr. Raichand in media headlines," he said, with a wink. And then Avni walked in and hugged Sayoni, kissed little jahaan, greeted Rishi and Rishi touched Everyones Feet. The family gathered in the vast marble-floored hall. Samrath, Shivansh, Abhir, and Dhruv were already seated along with their wives, Soumya, Nurvi, and Prisha, each of whom had helped organize the evening. The conversation flowed with praises and admiration. Dhruv joked, "Wherever Sayoni Di walks, headlines follow." To which Samrath added, "And wherever Kashish walks, architecture changes." Samrath, as always calm and commanding, was being appreciated for managing hospital operations during the family's multiple commitments. "Samrath bhaiya truly handles Diwan Hospital like second nature," Abhir added. Shivansh and Dhruv got their share of compliments too, for their own steady growth in their fields. Soumya, Nurvi, and Prisha were lovingly teased for being the backbone of both hospital and home, each excelling in their own roles. A staff brought up the media article featuring Sayoni again. Abhir read it aloud "She's now being called the 'Face of Reconstructive India', one editor wrote she's changing how the world views recovery." Sayoni nodded humbly, thanking her. But before Kashish could even quietly take a step back from the spotlight, Shivansh interrupted. "And yet," he said, smiling at Kashish, "the entire AIIMS board was floored by a different kind of blueprint, One not stitched with sutures, but with vision." Kashish blinked, caught slightly off guard. Meanwhile, Hriddhan, Samrath and Soumya's 2-year-old was giggling as he chased Jahaan, the little one of Samrath and Soumya, across the marble floor. Their innocent laughter filled the hall with joy. As the evening progressed, Raghav Chachu, ever charming and playful, clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, family, it's time! Let's raise a toast..." He glanced proudly at Kashish. "To the youngest Diwan, not a doctor, but a dreamer. Who proved today that brilliance isn't defined by a stethoscope. Kashish, you've brought a new kind of prestige to the Diwan name." Everyone clapped. Kashish's eyes brimmed a little, not with emotion she couldn't handle, but with validation she'd waited for. Vaidehi Dadi added, "A doctor heals a body. But Kashish... you're healing the soul through your spaces. You carry our values, just in your own language." Sayoni raised her glass too. "To Visionary Vista. May this be the first of many milestones." Kashish looked around the room, at her family, her anchors. For a moment, her gaze met Sayoni's. There was still distance. But there was respect.

Laughter filled the Diwan mansion as Kashish played with Hriddhaan and Jahaan, tossing a ball between the giggling toddlers. Sayoni, relaxed, joined Kashish. After watching the children, she turned to Kashish, a teasing note in her voice. "You tried so hard to escape medicine, yet this is your third medical architecture project?" Kashish, focused on the children, replied, "I didn't run from medicine, Didi. I simply chose my own path." Sayoni raised an eyebrow and continued saying "Strange, isn't it? What we try to avoid keeps circling back, The AIIMS project, the cancer wellness center, the pediatric wing." Kashish paused, her hand on Jahaan's back and replied "I don't know if architecture draws me to medicine, or if something else does." She looked at Sayoni, almost questioning herself aloud. Sayoni's gaze was steady. "I don't know the reasons either, but a thread still connects you to medicine, to healing. Perhaps it's not about what you ran from, but what never left you." The children played on, oblivious to the sisters' exchange. Kashish smiled faintly. "Maybe healing was always part of me, just not with a stethoscope." Sayoni's expression softened, a rare glimpse of pride in her eyes. "And maybe, you're doing it better than most of us ever could." Kashish simply nodded, her eyes glistening. The silence between them was no longer heavy, but shared, familiar, almost healing.

As the evening celebration drew to a close, soft music played in the background, and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the warm Diwan mansion air. Laughter had faded into mellow conversations. Empty plates of dinner and sweets rested on the side console as the family sat, relaxed and full of pride, for Kashish, and her win. Near the hallway, Sayoni gently rocked a now-sleeping Jahaan in her arms, his small face resting peacefully on her shoulder. Rishi, standing beside her, slipped the toddler's blanket a little higher to shield him from the slight Shimla chill that was creeping in. "We'll take your leave now," Sayoni said softly, careful not to wake her son. "Take care, beta," Vaidehi said, standing up with Angad beside her. Kashish walked over to Sayoni and Rishi. She placed a gentle hand on Jahaan's back and smiled. "He partied hard," she whispered jokingly. Sayoni gave a rare, gentle smile. "You know how our little boss is. One rasgulla too many and he's out cold." Rishi chuckled, looping his arm around Sayoni's shoulder protectively. "We'll see you all soon. And Kashish..." he said, turning slightly, "Brilliant win, You earned it." Kashish nodded warmly. "Thank you, Jiju." The family escorted them to the door. Shivansh and Abhir helped with the baby bag and Sayoni's shawl, while Soumya and Nurvi quietly waved goodbye from the hallway. As the car door was opened, Sayoni gently got in with Jahaan still curled against her. Rishi gave one last nod and closed the door behind them. And just like that, the car pulled out of the lavish Diwan estate. Inside, the family slowly dispersed, conversations trailing off, smiles lingering.

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