The Suryavanshi Fashion Show.
Location: Suryavanshi Mansion, Party Hall
Time: 6:00 PM
Welcome to the most chaotic and colorful fashion show ever hosted — right inside the grand walls of Suryavanshi Mansion.
The Cast:
A top-tier fashion designer, currently terrified of a 12-year-old girl — Mr. Yash Kumar
A reluctant model who'd rather wear white for life than try color — Mr. Suryavanshi
A ruthless fashion critic who takes colors more seriously than stock markets — Miss Suhani Bansal
And me? I'm simply enjoying the show… free of charge — Mrs. Suryavanshi
Suhani has already banned all of Vikram's classic white, grey, black, and blue shirts. And now, she's going through the new collection like a storm.
Pointing at a shirt, Suhani frowns, "What kind of pink is this? It's not even proper pink! And FYI — there are many shades of pink."
The poor designer, trying to defend himself, says politely, "Mr. Suryavanshi is a businessman, ma'am. In the corporate world, vibrant colors don't really fit. That's why I don't stock those kinds of shades."
Suhani rolls her eyes. "So the entire business world is color-blind or just boring?"
She finally selects a soft pink shirt and thrusts it into Vikram's hands. "Try this one!"
Vikram's face is worth a thousand memes. He glances at me, silently begging to be saved.
But nope — I'm not helping. I'm thoroughly enjoying this.
Suhani presses, "Jiju, go and try it!"
Defeated, Vikram walks off. When he returns wearing the pink shirt, he looks visibly uncomfortable.
I burst into laughter the moment I see him.
"Tara, this isn't fair. You're crushing my confidence!" Vikram complains, clearly sulking.
Suhani walks around him like a true fashion judge. "Hmm... you look... different. But better."
Meanwhile, the designer just stands there looking like he's questioning all his life choices.
Suhani hands Vikram another shirt — this time, red.
Vikram gives me a helpless glance again. I try to stifle my laughter. Fail miserably.
"Suhani, please... pick another color," he pleads.
"Nope," she says, firm as ever. "You'll look handsome in red."
Even the designer, though hesitant, nods. "Yes sir... you'll look… uh… great."
Vikram walks away again, now ready to embrace his fate.
He comes back.
Suhani gasps dramatically. "Wow, Jiju! You look like a tomato!"
I lose it. I can't stop laughing.
Vikram glares playfully at me and says, "Tara, she's your sister."
Suhani claps. "This red shirt is final. It's going straight into your wardrobe."
Vikram (in his head): I'm never wearing this again.
Suhani now hands him a yellow shirt. "Didi's favorite color!"
Vikram doesn't argue. He quietly takes it and leaves to try it on.
When he returns…
Suhani says proudly, "You look like a sunflower, Jiju!"
Vikram raises his brows. "Thanks, Suhani... but this shirt is not going into my wardrobe, right?"
Suhani smirks. "Of course it is. And starting today, no more white shirts in your collection."
The designer, now finally relaxed, starts chuckling too. Even he's enjoying the show.
Vikram picks up a light purple shirt on his own and holds it up. "What about this?"
Suhani thinks. "Hmm. Okay. Try it."
Vikram walks back out wearing the lavender shirt — and this time, he actually looks comfortable.
He smiles, "This one feels good. This should definitely go into my wardrobe."
Suhani instantly shuts him down, "No way. Doesn't suit you."
I choke on my laughter. I cannot stop.
Vikram gives me a look like why do I even try?
Vikram (internally): If Tara's smiling, I'm okay being a clown.
Next up…
Sky blue — ❌ Rejected
Orange — ✅ Selected
Green — ✅ Selected
Royal blue — ❌ Rejected
Vikram finally sighs, exhausted. "Suhani, can we please stop? I'm tired of playing dress-up."
Suhani nods, satisfied. "Okay. We're done for now."
Vikram beams. "Thank you, Suhani."
But she's not done yet.
Turning to the designer: "Next time, bring all the colors. No excuses."
The poor man nods rapidly and practically runs out of the mansion.
Before leaving, Suhani hands Vikram the pink shirt. "Wear this tomorrow."
Vikram frowns. "How can I wear this to the office?"
Suhani smirks. "Tomorrow is Sunday."
Vikram mutters under his breath, "…Fine."
With all the new shirts replacing his old white ones, Suhani declares proudly, "Now your side of the wardrobe finally looks colorful."
Vikram stands there, helpless.
Suhani heads toward the kitchen. "It's dinner time. I'm starving. You two come down too."
We both nod. She disappears.
Vikram turns to me, narrowing his eyes.
"Tara, why were you looking at me like that the entire time?"
I giggle. "Because you looked genuinely funny."
"You didn't help me — you just laughed the entire time," he whines.
Laughing, I say, "You seriously looked hilarious in pink."
"Tara," he steps closer, gripping my waist and pulling me in. "You're laughing too much."
Still laughing, I reply confidently, "Because you were funny!"
In that moment, Vikram kisses me — catching me completely off guard.
But after a moment, I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
My heartbeat races.
We're lost in the moment.
After a while, we pull away, slightly breathless, foreheads touching.
Vikram exhales, steadying himself. "Tara… I didn't expect this. I know you're still grieving, and emotionally... maybe you're not ready. I'm sorry."
I shake my head. "Don't say sorry. Let's just go have dinner."
"You okay?" he asks gently.
"Yes," I nod.
Later that night...
After dinner, Vikram lies in bed, his back facing me. He's not even looking in my direction.
"Vikram… why are you lying like this? Not even looking at me?"
He glances over, softly. "Go to sleep, Tara. I'm going to sleep too."
I inch closer to him. "Why are you feeling guilty? It's okay. I was involved in that kiss too, remember? Don't be sad over it."
Vikram looks into my eyes. "I just… I'm scared. I never want to pressure you or hurt you."
"You're the last person who would ever hurt me," I say firmly. "And if you had pressured me, I wouldn't be lying here next to you."
I wrap my arms around him and whisper, "Now please stop overthinking and sleep."
We both close our eyes.
And for the first time in many days, we fall asleep — together, peacefully.
Morning – Sunday
Today, Vikram is proudly wearing the pink shirt Suhani picked for him — and the two of them have completely dumped me. They're out there, chatting and laughing, while I've been left behind, sitting with Dadi and Mummy, listening to their stories.
Location: Garden Swing
Suhani and Vikram are sitting together on the garden swing.
Suhani grins, "Jiju, this swing is definitely for Tara didi, right? Look at all the stars on it!"
Vikram, trying to change the topic, asks, "So Suhani, what subject is your next exam?"
Suhani narrows her eyes. "Don't change the topic. I know you love Tara didi a lot."
Vikram just smiles in response.
Suhani continues, swinging happily, "This swing is really beautiful."
Vikram chuckles, "I'll get one installed at your home too, Suhani. After all, I love you as well."
Suhani lights up. "But mine should have unicorns — no stars!"
Vikram laughs, "Done. I'll get a custom unicorn swing made just for you."
Just then, a guard arrives, slightly out of breath.
"Sir, Mr. Prithvi is at the gate. We're trying to stop him, but he's insisting on coming in. Right now, four guards are holding him back."
Vikram stands. "Okay. I'll handle it. You go back to your post."
Turning to Suhani, he says, "Stay here, okay? Don't come near the gate."
She nods, and Vikram heads toward the entrance.
---
At the Gate
Vikram arrives and confronts Prithvi.
"Leave now, Prithvi. Or I'll call the police."
Prithvi glares at him. "Call whoever you want. I'm not leaving today. You don't get to destroy me like this."
Vikram's voice is firm. "You destroyed yourself. No one else did this to you."
Prithvi suddenly spots Suhani walking up behind Vikram. "Oh, Suhani's here too… I'm sorry about your father."
Vikram quickly turns and whispers, "Suhani, please go inside."
But she doesn't move. Instead, she walks up and stands beside Vikram, holding his hand.
She stares at Prithvi. "If you were really sorry, you would've come earlier. But no — as always, you're just lying."
Prithvi tries to fake affection. "Still angry with me, my little one?"
Suhani grips Vikram's hand tighter. "Anger is for your own. And you're not mine. He is — Vikram jiju is my family."
Vikram looks at her, stunned, his heart softening.
All the onlookers go silent, watching Suhani.
She doesn't stop. "In fact, I want to thank you, Prithvi bhaiya. Because of you, I got to see the truth. You always lied about Vikram jiju, always painted him as the villain."
She turns to Vikram with a smile. "But now I know — he's not the bad one. You are. You lie, you manipulate. But Vikram jiju is a good man… and I love him."
Vikram is visibly emotional. His throat tightens.
Suhani finishes with a proud smile, "So... thank you, Prithvi bhaiya."
Tears well up in Prithvi's eyes. He turns and walks away silently.
Suhani turns back to Vikram. "Let's go, Jiju. You still need to help me study. And I'm sure Tara didi is mad at us by now."
Vikram sits down, pulls her in gently, and places a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you," he whispers.
Suhani giggles, "Thank you? For what?"
"Just… because," he smiles. "Come on, let's head inside."
They walk back toward the house hand-in-hand.
"Want some ice cream?" Vikram asks.
Suhani lights up. "Yes! I want butterscotch, mango for me, chocolate for Tara didi. And what's your favorite flavor?"
Vikram shrugs. "I don't eat ice cream."
Suhani gasps. "Seriously? Who doesn't eat ice cream?!"
He smiles, "Fine. I'll eat whatever your favorite is."
They both enter the living hall.
Suhani sees Tara sitting quietly with Dadi and Mummy and calls out, "Didi, come upstairs!"
Tara's Thoughts: No. I'm not going anywhere. They've been ignoring me since morning. Let them get a taste of their own medicine.
She doesn't respond.
Vikram tries too. "Tara, come."
Still nothing.
Vikram (thinking): What's gotten into her now?
Suhani tugs Vikram's hand. "Let's go, Jiju. Where are we having ice cream?"
Vikram smiles, "Let's go to my room. I'll have it delivered there."
As they leave...
Dadi ji, watching them, turns to Tara and her mom with moist eyes.
"Vikram looks so happy with Suhani. He always wanted a sister… and now he finally has suhani"
Tara's mom places a hand on Dadi's.
Tara, silently listening, thinks: He wanted a sister?
Just then, her phone rings.
Vikram: "Tara, come to the room."
Tara: "Why?"
Vikram: "What happened? Are you in a bad mood?"
Tara: "No. I'm perfectly fine."
Vikram: "Please come…"
Suhani's voice chimes in, "Didi! Come quick or I'll eat your chocolate ice cream too!"
Vikram: "Tara… please come upstairs."
Tara: "I'll come later. I'm busy right now."
She hangs up.
Tara's mom urges, "If Vikram ji is calling, go na, beta."
Even Dadi joins in, "Yes, Tara. They're both calling you."
Tara finally gets up and heads to the room.
---
In Vikram's Room
Vikram and Suhani are sitting on the bed.
"Order whatever you want," Vikram says.
Suhani suddenly asks, "Can I say something?"
"Of course."
"Summer's started. Can I order ice cream for everyone? Family, staff, guards, watchmen, cooks, gardeners… everyone?"
Vikram smiles warmly. "Yes, Suhani. You absolutely can."
Just then, Tara enters the room.
Vikram lights up. "Tara, come in."
Tara folds her arms. "I'm not talking to either of you."
Suhani blinks. "Why not?"
Tara pouts. "Because you two have been ignoring me since morning. Now it's my turn."
Suhani rushes to her, holding her hand. "No, we weren't! We would never ignore you."
Vikram joins in. "She's right. We'd never do that, Tara."
Tara sighs. "Fine."
Suhani grins. "Okay then! I'm ordering ice cream for everyone."
And she does — a huge order.
Fifteen minutes later, boxes of ice cream arrive at the mansion.
Suhani runs around the house, personally handing ice cream to every member of the household — staff, guards, cooks, even the gardeners. Everyone thanks her warmly.
Back in the room, Suhani and Tara are happily eating their ice creams.
Suhani notices something. "Jiju! You've only had one spoon! That's it?"
Vikram shrugs. "I told you, I don't really eat ice cream."
Suhani pouts, "Taste mine. You'll love it."
Vikram nods. "Okay. Feed me."
He turns to Tara. "And won't you let me taste yours?"
Tara smirks, "Nope."
"Why not?"
"Just… because." She's teasing now.
Suhani stands. "Fine! I'll go get another one for Jiju."
She leaves the room.
Vikram walks closer to Tara. "What did you say? I'm not allowed to taste your ice cream?"
"Nope," Tara says, feigning innocence.
Vikram leans in, holds her neck gently, and kisses her — a soft, teasing kiss.
Pulling back, he murmurs, "Your chocolate ice cream is… very tasty."
Tara blushes. "Mr. Suryavanshi, you've made my heartbeat race again."
The door suddenly creaks.
They both sit apart quickly.
Suhani walks in holding a cup. "Jiju, here's your ice cream! Now you can enjoy!"
Vikram and Tara exchange shy glances.
The three of them sit together, sharing ice cream and laughter, as if nothing else in the world mattered.
---
Night
Vikram and Tara are lying on the bed.
Vikram softly says, "Tara… I really like Suhani. She's so kind, so smart for her age. And what she did today... I'm seriously impressed."
Tara smiles. "That's Suhani. You just can't help but love her."
Vikram, suddenly emotional, whispers, "Tara… I want a baby girl someday. Just like Suhani."
Then he freezes — realizing what he just said.
Tara looks at him, eyes locking.
They're both quiet.
Vikram gently says, "Tara, don't stress. It just… slipped out. Please don't overthink it."
Tara shifts closer and softly replies,
"I want this… I want you."
Vikram's heartbeat stops for a second. But he doesn't rush. He gently asks,
"Are you sure, Tara?"
"I've never been more sure," she says, her voice steady.
He inches closer, looking deep into her eyes. A comforting silence surrounds them.
"You okay?" he asks.
"A little nervous," she whispers.
Vikram reassures her, "We won't do anything you're not ready for."
"It's not that I'm not ready," Tara says. "I want this. I want you. I'm just a bit nervous."
He smiles, leans in closer — now there's no space between them.
"No need to be nervous. I'm right here. If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me."
Tara nods.
Vikram gently touches her cheek, then kisses her — not with urgency, but with love, care, and something deeper.
It's a kiss of surrender.
A moment where they both completely let go — and give in to each other.
To be continued...