The next day, Raj's schedule was packed with work commitments, leaving him with little time for personal matters. However, during a brief break, he reached out to his stylist, Samar, with a request for customized attires for his friend's upcoming wedding. Samar, always efficient and creative, assured Raj that he would take care of the outfits.

Raj- heyy samar (Raj's stylist), how are you doing

Samar- I'm amazing, how about you.

Raj- yupp, awesome

Samar- bolo aaj kaise yaad ayi.

Raj- I want some customized attires for my friends weeding.

Some traditional kurtas, suits and party wares

Samar- okay... send me your reference, me dekh lunga.

Raj- okay... thanks buddy

Samar- ok have a nice day

Raj- thanks, you too (call cut)

In the evening, after a rigorous workout at the gym, Raj prepared himself for a Saturday night party – a routine he followed to stave off the pangs of solitude. Although not one to revel in the typical party scene, Raj found solace in the company of his friends, especially his closest companion, Sunny.

But due to heavy work load he can't meet his friends for a month, so this party is after a month.

At party...

Heyy sunny

Heyy raj

Sunny- kaise ho mere yaar, itne time baad mila hai tu.

Raj- I'm fine bro

Sunny- itna khadoos hoke bolne ki jarurat nahi hai okay.. tere muh kyu itna sada hai, kya hua...?

Raj- kuch nahi yaar bas aise hi.

sunny- chal aa, bohot dino baad mila hai tu, aaj jam ke party karte hai.

Raj- ha usi ke liye to aya hu.

Raj and sunny both are laughing 😅🤣🤣

Club is crowded everyone is dancing and enjoying, both raj and sunny caught a bartender and ordered some drinks and all.

Sunny explained his love story to raj, raj also got surprised by seeing sunny's guts, he's literally amazed by listening sunny's proposal to priya.

Raj- tune to chappar faad diye ha...

Sunny- bata tu kab chappar fadega, 6 mahine me 30 ka ho jayega ab. hume laga tha sabse pehle teri nayya par ho jayegi par tu toh abhi tak tair raha hai, ha...?

Raj- tuze to pata hai na ki I'm not into girls.

Sunny- yah yah hume to sab pata hai, par phir bhi kal phone par kuch aur bhi bol raha tha na tu, woh bata do jara.

Smirk appears on raj's face

Raj- Kuch nahi yaar, kal maa ki bohot yaad aa rahi thi toh us beech me bol gaya shayad.

Sunny- mujhe lagta hai ab tuze sach me shadi kar leni chahiye. Shadi kar li toh shayad tu us chiz se bhar nikal sakta hai.

Raj- abbe yaar chod do, dekha jayega.

Sunny- mujhe lagta hai tuze bohot chadh gayi hai, chal me tuze ghar chodh deta hu.

As the night progressed, and the drinks flowed freely, Raj couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of his mother and the emptiness her absence left in his life. Despite Sunny's playful nudges towards romance, Raj remained steadfast in his resolve to stay away from relationships, his heart still tender from past wounds.

Raj- ha (more hiccups)

As the night wore on, and the music enveloped them in its rhythm, Raj found himself caught between the echoes of the past and the beckoning of the future, unsure of which path to tread. With the wedding festivities looming on the horizon, Raj's world teetered on the brink of change, waiting for the winds of destiny to chart a new course.

Meanwhile, in a different setting, Diya and Priya, cousins separated by distance, rejoiced in each other's company as Priya prepared for her impending marriage. The sisters shared a bond that transcended borders, their reunion brimming with excitement and anticipation for the joyful days ahead.

Diya- hiiii dii, kaise ho aap, me aapko bohot miss kar rahi thi, finally aapse mil payi.

Priya- hiii diya, i miss you too baby.

Diya- so now your here for your marriage so I'm gonna enjoy alot.

Priya- ofcourse my baby

Yeahhh Diya got super happy.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

The echoes of laughter and the promise of new beginnings lingered in the air, hinting at the intertwined destinies of Raj, Sunny, Diya, and Priya, as their lives wove together in the tapestry of Saturday night. And as the night unfolded its mysteries, the dawn of a new chapter awaited, shrouded in the whispers of untold stories yet to be written.