After long conversation Ravi gets ready for his job and leaves his house as reena like he is doing it from last 5 months. Reena at work is so absent minded that she is doing everything wrong and first time got scolded so badly that she almost cried. Priya caters her and Reena comes back home with half day leave.
Ravi sat in the living room, his parents still reeling from morning's conversation. His father paced the room, frustration etched across his face. His mother sat silently, her eyes filled with worry.
"I can't believe this," his father muttered. "We agreed to let you play this role for a while, but marriage? That's a line we can't cross, Ravi."
Before Ravi could respond, the doorbell rang. His mother glanced at him, suspicion in her eyes. "Who could it be this early?"
Ravi opened the door to find Mrs. Kapoor standing there, her usual elegance shadowed by an intensity in her eyes. She stepped in without waiting for an invitation, her presence commanding the room.
"Good morning, Mrs. Kapoor," Ravi's mother greeted, masking her discomfort with politeness.
Mrs. Kapoor's smile was thin. "I know you're upset," she began, her voice calm but firm. "And I understand why. But I'm here to talk about Aryan's proposal."
Ravi's father crossed his arms. "There's nothing to talk about. Our son can't marry Aryan."
Mrs. Kapoor's eyes softened. "Please, I'm begging you. My son doesn't have much time left. This marriage would mean everything to him. He truly loves Reena."
Ravi's mother shook her head. "But Ravi isn't Reena. He is my son and I can't do his kanyadan. You're asking too much."
Mrs. Kapoor took a deep breath. "I know it's a lot. But think about what Aryan has done for Ravi-how he's changed his life. The trips, the luxuries. Hasn't your son earned more in two months than he ever dreamed? I'm willing to make it worth your while."
"What do you mean?" Ravi's father asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.
Mrs. Kapoor pulled out a folder from her handbag and placed it on the table. "I'm offering all my property-everything I own, except for one house I'll keep for myself. You'll never have to worry about money again. All I ask is that you let this marriage happen."
Ravi's parents exchanged a glance, shocked by the offer. Ravi watched, feeling torn. He didn't want this marriage either, but seeing Aryan's mother plead for her son's happiness tugged at his heart.
"You think money solves everything?" his father finally said, his voice hard. "This isn't about wealth. It's about what happens after the marriage. What about... physical intimacy? How do you expect Ravi to handle that?"
Mrs. Kapoor's expression turned serious. "Aryan's condition makes that impossible. He's too weak. There won't be any physical relationship. This marriage is symbolic-a way for Aryan to find peace in his last days."
Ravi's mother's eyes filled with tears. "And after he's gone? What happens to Ravi?"
Mrs. Kapoor's voice softened. "After Aryan... passes, Ravi will be free. He can go back to his life, with enough money to live comfortably forever. Please, understand. This is all Aryan wants. And I want to give my son his last wish."
The room fell silent. Ravi's parents looked at each other, their expressions conflicted. Finally, Ravi's father spoke, his voice heavy. "We don't have a choice, do we?"
Mrs. Kapoor's eyes met Ravi's. "No. You don't." Her tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument.
Ravi's mother sighed, tears slipping down her cheeks. "We just wanted a simple life for our son. Not... this."
Mrs. Kapoor stood up. "I understand. But sometimes life asks for sacrifices. I promise you, Ravi will be taken care of."
As she left, the room was heavy with silence. Ravi's parents sat back down, the weight of their decision settling over them.
Ravi looked at them, his voice quiet. "I never wanted this."
His father's eyes were filled with sadness. "Neither did we."
The next evening, Ravi's family gathered in the living room, their expressions clouded with worry and hesitation. They have invited Aryan home and he will be visiting anytime. Ravi sat silently, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. His parents had agreed, reluctantly, but their unease was palpable. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Ravi's father opened the door to see Aryan standing there, a hopeful smile on his face.
Aryan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. "Good evening, Uncle, Aunty," he greeted respectfully.
They nodded, their responses curt. Ravi's mother finally spoke. "Aryan, we understand you care for Reena, but this marriage... it's complicated for us."
Aryan's expression softened. "I know, Aunty. I understand your concerns. But I truly care about Reena. She's been my strength, my joy, and my reason to fight through my health issues."
Ravi's father frowned. "Marriage is a lifetime commitment, Aryan. We worry about her future. There are... responsibilities that come with it."
Aryan nodded, sincerity in his eyes. "I know what you're hinting at, Uncle. But due to my condition... I can't have a normal married life. Physical intimacy isn't something I can pursue. I can't even give her a child. All I want is companionship. I promise I'll never make Reena uncomfortable."
Ravi's mother, tears welling in her eyes, whispered, "You're asking a lot from her."
Aryan took a deep breath. "Aunty, I won't lie. I know I'm being selfish. I know my time is limited. But marriage is said to be a bond for seven lifetimes. Even if this lifetime is short, I want to ensure that in the next one, I'll find Reena again. I'll cherish her more than anything."
The room fell silent. Ravi's father looked at his wife, then at Ravi. "And what does Reena think about all this?"
Ravi, as Reena, looked up, forcing a small smile. "I... I've asked for some time. It's not an easy decision."
Aryan nodded. "I don't want to pressure anyone. But I promise, I'll give Reena the respect, love, and support she deserves. Please, trust me."
The weight of Aryan's words hung in the air. Finally, Ravi's father sighed. "It's not what we imagined for our daughter... but if this is what she decides, we won't stand in the way."
Aryan's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Uncle. I promise, you won't regret this."
As Aryan left, Ravi's parents sat back, still heavy-hearted. They exchanged glances, unspoken fears lingering between them. Ravi, too, felt the burden of the decision, his heart torn between the facade he had to maintain and the bond he shared with Aryan.