The clock struck past 10 PM as Kabir stepped into the grand, warmly lit Singhania Mansion. The living room buzzed with the soft hum of conversation and the comfort of family gathered together. Every generation sat there, Devansh and Shivangi , dignified yet affectionate in their watchful eyes. Raghav  and Nandini , offering their steady presence. Aman and Sandhya, pillars of tradition. Abhimanyu and Akriti, his parents, quietly observing their son's arrival with the quiet pride only parents can carry. Arjun and Jeevika Speeking with the youngsters Then there were his elder brothers and their wives. Jay and Diya, Shourya and Tanushri, Riaan and Paridhi, Raiansh and Piyali, each of them exchanging knowing glances the moment they saw Kabir. Even Yug and Naksh sat forward with grins already forming. The teasing began before Kabir could even sit down. Jay's smirk set the tone, followed by Shourya's grin and Riaan's playful tone. They knew their brother well. Kabir wasn't someone who spent unnecessary hours  unless it mattered. Jay, with his ever-playful grin, couldn't help but tease as Kabir entered. His words hung in the room with light humor "Lo bhai, coffee se shuru aur dinner tak pahuch gaye,            Dr. Kabir Singhania's most successful consultation till date." Kabir gave a small, composed smile, the kind only his brothers could read between the lines. He simply said, "It was a good conversation, Worth my time. He continued saying sitting on the couch near his mother, all eyes on him, saying Kashish would make a Good life partner.  A hush settled. In this family, Kabir's words rarely needed embellishment. His calm tone carried more weight than any grand confession. It was his way  understated, clear, unwavering. His uncles chuckled, his brothers exchanged impressed looks, and his sisters-in-law smiled knowingly. His mother exhaled, her heart quietly relieved. Shivangi Dadi's question came next, direct yet warm. A simple yes or no. And Kabir's quiet "Yes" spoke volumes. Devansh Dadu nodded decisively "Good. That's all we needed to hear." Shivangi Dadi, relief softening her smile, glanced at her grandson "From now on whatever you want, it will be done." Despite the seriousness, Jay, the teasing elder brother, couldn't resist "Well, well... I need to tell the Singhania juniors then to get ready, Looks like a wedding isn't far, The most serious one among us is leading the way!" Piyali, Raiansh's wife, chuckled saying "We should thank Kashish, She brought out this side of him none of us managed in years." For once, Kabir offered a rare, faint smile and said "Then let's leave the rest to you all, I've said my part." The room's laughter softened with affection as Kabir turned to his parents. "Papa, Maa this was my answer. But Kashish's answer is equally important. This can't move forward on just my words." Abhimanyu nodded and said "Of course, Kabir, We'll speak to Ranveer and Avni respectfully." Akriti reassured him saying, "And knowing Ranveer and Avni, they'll never rush Kashish. They'll wait for her answer, just like we did for yours." Yug chuckled saying, "Kabir Bhai, from your face, it seems you've already got half the answer during that coffee and dinner. Am I right or Am I right?" The room laughed again, and even Kabir smiled faintly. Riaan added saying "Yug is right, When Kabir is this calm, it usually means the matter's already settled in his mind and maybe in hers too." Raiansh grinned, "Well, either way the ball is in Kashish's court now." Akriti concluded gently, "We'll handle this, let's allow time to do its part. For now, you did what you had to." Kabir nodded, his content smile lingering and replied to his mother saying "That's all I wanted to say." This is how the Singhania's Night went with teasing, laughter and healthy conversation.

Scene at Diwan Mansion

The Diwan Mansion, always alive with warmth and togetherness, felt especially so tonight. As Kashish stepped in, it wasn't just her footsteps that drew attention it was the silent anticipation of a family who knew her heart better than she realized.

As Kashish entered, She found find her entire family already assembled, A silent expectation hanging in the air. Dada-Dadi. Her parents, Ranveer and Avni. Chacha-Chachi, Raghav and Natasha. Bhaiya and bhabhi, Samrath-Soumya, Shivansh-Nurvi, Abhir-Prisha, and her younger brother, Dhruv. All eyes turned to her.
Angad asked with a knowing smile, "So, how was your conversation with Kabir, beta?"Kashish set down her bag, sighing softly "It was nice. Kabir is  easy to talk to, I felt comfortable. Nothing forced or awkward." A quiet relief rippled through the elders. Turning to Avni, Kashish continued, "But Maa, I wasn't even thinking about marriage right now. I thought I had more time." Avni placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Beta, time doesn't always follow our plans. No one is forcing you, we just want to know how you felt."Angad chuckled, "Some day you'll have to consider marriage. Today, tomorrow, a year from now. Vaidehi added gently, "We're only asking because we know you. We won't rush. We want to hear your heart. How did it feel talking to him?" Kashish smiled thoughtfully and replied "It felt easy, like talking to someone I already knew. Familiar. Safe. I think Kabir would make a good husband." A thoughtful silence followed. Kashish then said softly "And whatever you all think is right for me, I'll trust that. I know you'll never choose wrong for me." Her family smiled, quietly content. Vaidehi teased fondly, "Then we'll let time do its work, hm? No rush. Just see where this road takes you." he Diwan house returned to its usual warmth and laughter, now laced with the quiet promise of something new beginning, a hint of what might come next.

[Authors POV]

While both the Singhania's and Diwan's belonged to modern, progressive households  their roots in medicine, law, and business shaping their practical minds, there were still traditions that they quietly respected. Not out of blind faith, but out of affection for the elders who believed in them. And so, after two days of kabir and Kashish's Coffee and Dinner conversation. Shivangi Dadi and Vaidehi Dadi, along with Avni and Akriti, found themselves seated in front of Pandit Ji. It wasn't about astrology ruling over decisions, it was simply about tradition, about respecting customs passed down gently through generations. Pandit Ji examined the kundlis of  Kabir's and Kashish's carefully. Pages turned, calculations scribbled, charts read with care. Finally, Pandit Ji set the papers down with a calm, satisfied smile. Pandit Ji smiling, with certainty said "It is a match made in heaven, In years I've rarely come across two charts so beautifully aligned, Mentally, Emotionally, Spiritually, this is a pairing blessed by the stars themselves." The women exchanged quiet, knowing looks. A soft happiness warmed their hearts. But Pandit Ji wasn't finished. His expression grew more serious, more thoughtful. Pandit Ji said firmly) "There is one thing though, For such kundlis timing is important. If they are to marry it must be within this month. After this, there will be no shubh muhurat for such a union for the next ten years. Not for these two charts together." The words hung in the air like a thread pulling between tradition and modern sensibility. The women didn't react with fear or superstition. But there was a silent understanding shared in their glances. Sometimes, timing was written beyond their control. Shivangi Dadi looked at  Vaidehi Dadi and said  "Perhaps this is how it was meant to be." Avni looking at Akriti she further said "Let's talk to them, If they agree we'll let destiny do its work." There was no rush. No pressure. Just a gentle acknowledgment of timing, tradition and something quietly divine.

After the discussion with the pandit, the ladies returned to their Mansion, their hearts lighter with tradition fulfilled, but minds still aware that no ritual could ever decide the course of two lives alone. In the quiet of the living room, Kabir sat with his parents and grandparents. Shivangi and Akriti has already said to the family about what the pandit ji said about Kabir and Kashish's marriage.  Abhimanyu broke the silence first, his tone steady, his words carefully chosen not as a father pushing a son, but as a man speaking to another man about life's decisions "Kabir, this isn't about rushing because of some kundli. It's about what you want. You said you see Kashish as your future,  Are you certain about that?" Kabir didn't answer right away. His gaze lingered on the soft light filtering through the curtains, as if weighing his answer, not out of doubt, but out of respect for the weight of the moment. "I'm sure," he said finally, quietly, but with conviction. "She would make a great partner but I also know this can't be one-sided. I need to hear it from her. Not through families. Not through arrangements From her Honestly Directly." Akriti smiled then, a gentle, knowing smile the kind only a mother gives when she sees her child choosing the right path without being told. "Good," she said softly, her hand resting over Kabir's for a brief, reassuring second "That's how we raised you. With clarity. Not pressure." Shivangi Dadi watched Kabir with the warmth only a grandmother carries in her eyes. Her voice, though aged with experience, held a softness that wrapped around them like a shawl. "Then meet her, beta. Talk to her. Let her heart speak. A marriage isn't built on muhurats alone. It's built on understanding  on conversations like this one." Kabir nodded, not hurriedly, but with calm certainty. "I will speak to Kashish," he said, and there was something steady in his tone, something sure. "I owe her that honesty." And with that, everyone understood. This wasn't about auspicious timings or matching charts anymore. The Singhanias believed in tradition, yes. But they believed more in the people they loved.

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After hearing the pandit's words about the marriage timing, the Diwan Mansion seemed quieter than usual, not tense, just thoughtful. In Kashish's room, her parents and grandparents sat with her, the weight of tradition balanced delicately against the emotions of their daughter. Ranveer and Avni exchanged a glance before Avni spoke, her voice soft, motherly. "Kashish, beta this isn't about forcing you because some date looks good on a calendar. We believe in tradition, yes, but not above your peace of mind." Kashish sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously knotting together as she tried to untangle her own thoughts. "I'm not saying no, Mumma, Papa," she said, her voice hesitant but honest. "I respect Pandit ji. I respect traditions. But this feels very fast. I've barely started understanding Kabir properly. Marriage? In a month?" Ranveer leaned forward, his hand resting lightly over hers. "You're wise, Kashish. That's why we are asking you. We won't decide until your heart agrees. That's the only tradition we truly believe in." Avni smiled gently, her hand brushing a stray hair from Kashish's face. "When the right person comes, time shouldn't scare you. Think of your comfort, not just the calendar." Kashish gave a small sigh, her thoughts spilling softly into the room. "It's not about not liking Kabir... He's kind. Respectful. I don't have doubts about him as a person. I just feel I need to talk to him. Openly. Not as someone sitting across a boardroom table. As someone who might share life with me." Vaidehi Dadi chuckled lightly, her eyes warm with understanding. "Then talk to him. Before any decisions. Clear your heart. That's how marriages should begin, Kashish  not with muhurats, but with truth." Kashish looked up, finally feeling a little lighter, a little more certain. "Yes... I think I need to talk to Kabir. Alone." Her family nodded, no pressure in their smiles, just quiet support. This wasn't a family rushing her. This was a family standing beside her while she found her own answer.

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