2. Wish

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Rudraksh, Daksh, Aaryansh and Aditya were in the car, travelling to an unknown girl's house, to meet their matches.

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Flashback

Everyone in the family were in the hospital. Neelima's health was deteriorating. She felt weak and got admitted in hospital.

The doctors said she can go home. Neelima called in her dear grandsons.

"I have a wish before I go away baccho" she says weakly.

All the four brothers were sad at her condition. They four were deeply connected with their grandma. They didn't want her to leave.

"You aren't going anywhere dadi" says Rudraksh, holding her hand.

"We can't deny the fact Rudra. I have to go. That too peacefully. Will you not fulfill your granny's wish my darling?" Neelima says

"Tell me dadi. I'll do whatever you want. And I am not going to let you go. I'm never leaving you."

"Yes dadi! Stop saying such words!" Said Daksh

"I want to see you four marry. I want to see you and your wives living happily. That's what I want." Neelima says weakly.

The four remained quite for sometime. Marriage, and them? But they were ready to do anything for their beloved dadi

"I will do it dadi. Just for you." Aditya spoke

Neelima smiled and looked at the remaining three.

"Okay.. I will too." Aaryansh said, meeting her gaze. And soon Daksh gave in too.

Now all of them were looking at Rudraksh for his answer. He met their gaze and finally nodded with a sigh.

Neelima's face lit up and she smiled

"But where will we find brides this soon dadi?" Daksh asked

"Geeta and Rukmini know of four wonderful girls," Neelima continued, glancing at her daughters-in-law. "I believe they'll make each of you very happy."

Geeta, who had been quietly standing beside Rukmini, met Neelima's gaze. "Yes, Maaji," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. "I know just the girls. They are from good families, girls who will fit perfectly into our Raghuwanshi traditions."

All the elders now understood Geeta while the four brothers were just confused.

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The car came to a halt outside a large, traditional haveli (mansion), smaller than the Raghuwanshi estate but with an old-world charm.

As the brothers stepped out, they were met by a group of smiling family members, ready with garlands and rose petals. The faint scent of sandalwood and incense drifted from the entrance, mingling with the warmth of welcome in the air.

They walked inside, greeted by the sound of soft shehnai music playing somewhere in the background.

The family elders were seated in the main hall, dressed in elegant saris and kurta-pajamas, eager to meet the four young men. Plates of sweets-jalebi, ladoo, and barfi-were passed around as everyone settled in.

Suddenly, there was a soft jingle of anklets. All eyes turned to the staircase as a girl descended gracefully.

She was dressed in a deep green lehenga, her dupatta draped modestly over her shoulder. Her hair cascaded down her back, a simple gajra of jasmine woven into it.

Her forehead bore a tiny bindi, and her kohl-lined eyes sparkled as they scanned the room.

Daksh, Aaryansh, and Aditya couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by her beauty.

Even Rudraksh, though trying his best to maintain his usual calm, felt his heart skip a beat. She looked ethereal, like something out of a dream.

Aaryansh couldn't hold back his excitement. He leaned in, whispering to Aditya, "Tell me she's not real. She looks like a goddess straight from Vaikuntha!" Aditya didn't reply as he was too busy praising her beauty in his mind.

The girl walked over to the elders, touching their feet in respect, a warm smile lighting up her face.

She then turned to the brothers, giving each of them a polite nod, her gaze lingering on Rudraksh. She caught him off-guard, and he quickly looked away, feeling a bit unsettled but intrigued.

The girl moved to sit on the far side of the couch, her posture graceful but slightly nervous, as if she was trying to stay unnoticed among so many unfamiliar faces.

But before she could settle in, Geeta called her over with a warm smile and patted the space next to her.

"Come, beta, sit here beside me," Geeta beckoned gently.

The girl hesitated, feeling the weight of so many eyes on her. Her cheeks flushed a faint pink as she moved over, finally sitting beside Geeta.

She kept her gaze lowered, but there was a calmness in her demeanor, as if she was used to hiding her feelings behind a composed exterior.

Geeta wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulders, the warmth of the gesture putting her at ease. She felt her heart calm slightly under Geeta's reassuring embrace, and she couldn't help but smile a little, sensing the genuine affection behind it.

"What is your name, darling?" Geeta asked, her voice soft and maternal, encouraging Ishika to feel at ease.

"I'm... Ishika," she replied in a voice so gentle and musical that it seemed to fill the entire room with warmth.

The brothers, who had been observing quietly, were caught off guard by the sweetness in her tone. Even Rudraksh, who prided himself on being composed and unreadable, found himself leaning forward slightly, wanting to hear her speak again.

"Ishika..." The way her name rolled off her tongue was captivating.

Daksh exchanged a quick glance with Aaryansh, who was clearly just as intrigued as he was. Aditya couldn't help but give a small, approving nod, as if Ishika's soft-spoken grace had already earned his respect.

Rudraksh, meanwhile, found himself fighting an unexpected urge to ask her something-anything-to hear that voice again.

Geeta gently lifted Ishika's chin, coaxing her to raise her head and meet her gaze. Ishika looked up, her large, doe-like eyes meeting Geeta's with a blend of curiosity and respect.

"You look just like your mother," Geeta said with a nostalgic smile, her eyes softening as if remembering an old friend.

A spark of surprise flickered in Ishika's eyes. She knows Mamma? she thought, her mind racing through the memories she had of her mother, who had spoken of her old friends with fondness but hadn't mentioned anyone by name. Polite as ever, Ishika returned Geeta's smile, a small but genuine one that hinted at her curiosity and delight.

Rudraksh found himself unable to look away. He'd expected this meeting to feel formal, stiff, almost transactional.

But here was Ishika, who seemed to carry an effortless grace and an openness that softened the atmosphere. For the first time, he wondered if marriage-something he had never actively considered for himself-could be more than a duty.

Geeta patted Ishika's shoulder. "You're a perfect fit for this family, dear."

With a shy smile, Ishika thanked her, stealing a quick glance at the brothers before lowering her gaze once more. The brief moment when her eyes had met Rudraksh's, however, left an impression he couldn't shake, a spark that lingered, almost daring him to believe in the warmth of this unfolding journey

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