Agnihotri Haweli
The mandir was filled with a divine aura, the glow of diyas reflecting on the marble floors. The fragrance of chandan and gulaab spread through the air as a melodious voice resonated within the grand haweli.
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O Kaanha,
O Kaanha, ab to muralee ki
madhur suna do taan…
O Kaanha, ab to muralee ki
madhur suna do taan…
Main hoon teree prem divaanee,
Main hoon teree prem divaanee,
Mujhako tu pahachaan…
Madhur suna do taan…
O Kaanha, ab to muralee ki
madhur suna do taan…
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Draped in a radiant red saree, Vasundhara stood before the mandir, her eyes closed, completely lost in devotion. Her voice carried the weight of love, longing, and surrender, as if she were calling out to Kaanha himself. The golden bangles on her wrists jingled softly as she moved, holding the aarti thali, the flames dancing to her bhakti.
Behind her, Ranvijay stood with folded hands, watching his wife with admiration. His eyes reflected pride and peace, as if he could feel her unwavering devotion reaching beyond the mortal world.
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Jab se tum sang maine apne
naina jod liye hain,
Kya maiya, kya baabul,
Sabse rishte tod liye hain…
Tere milan ko vyaakul hain
ye kab se mere praan…
Madhur suna do taan…
O Kaanha, ab to muralee ki
madhur suna do taan…
Her voice trembled slightly, carrying the depth of her emotions. The flickering diyas seemed to sway in rhythm with her bhajan, the aura of devotion growing stronger in the air.
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Saagar se bhi gehari
mere prem ki geharaee,
Lok laaj, kul ki maryada,
Saj kar main to aayee…
Meri preeti se, o nirmohee,
Ab na bano anjaan…
Madhur suna do taan…
O Kaanha, ab to muralee ki
madhur suna do taan…
Vasundhara's voice carried through the grand hall, reaching every corner of the haweli, filling it with serenity and devotion. As the final notes of the bhajan faded, she gracefully turned after completing the aarti, only to feel four hands touch her feet in reverence.
"Aashirvaad dijiye, Maa," four voices spoke in unison.
A gentle smile spread across her face as she placed her hands lovingly on their heads.
"Hamesha khush raho, beta," she blessed them warmly.
The four young men stood straight, their postures radiating respect and strength.
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"Maa, give us prasad!" Kabir exclaimed eagerly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the sacred offering.
Before he could grab it, Veerbhai smacked the back of his head.
"Ruk jaa, janam se bhooke insaan!" he scolded, rolling his eyes.
Kabir turned towards Rudranshbhaiya, his expression morphing into a perfect puppy face.
"Bhaiya, yaar, dekh lo! Aapka bhai mujhe maar raha hai!" he whined dramatically.
Rudransh sighed, rubbing his temples. "Stop it, you two. You're always arguing. Sometimes, you behave more childish than kids!"
Kabir and Veer bhai exchanged a look before rolling their eyes in sync.
"Yeah, yeah," they muttered together.
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Just then, a phone rang loudly, breaking the peaceful moment.
Ayaan pulled out his phone, his expression shifting instantly. His brows furrowed in irritation as he glanced at the screen.
"What the hell…?" he muttered under his breath.
The lighthearted atmosphere of the haweli shifted in an instant. A strange tension settled over them.
Something was about to happen.
Something big.
Koi kahaniyan aankahi raha jati hai