A car was going somewhere , carrying three passengers. The driver was at the wheel, and beside them sat a 50-year-old individual engrossed in a phone conversation. he uttered, "mohsin, please wait for just 2 more minutes; we're nearly there."

After a short while, the car came to a halt outside an elegant mansion. Two men emerged from the vehicle. The first, a man around 50 years of age, boasted a white beard and hair, yet his face retained its radiance. This 50-year-old man was the owner of the mansion, Mr. Harish Choudhury.

With him was his nephew, Samuel, who had recently arrived to stay at the mansion for a specific reason. Samuel's presence in the mansion would soon bring about a significant change in the lives of the Choudhury family.

Harish tells the driver to park the car, and both of them go inside the mansion. The mansion, an architectural marvel that had witnessed generations of the Choudhury family's history, stood there in all its grandeur.

As they entered, the vast corridors echoed with the footsteps of the two men. The air inside the mansion held a peculiar mix of nostalgia and anticipation. Samuel, the nephew, couldn't help but be in awe of the magnificent surroundings. He had heard stories of this mansion, but seeing it in person left him breathless.

Mr. Harish Choudhury led Samuel through ornate rooms filled with antique furniture, elaborate tapestries, and portraits of ancestors that seemed to gaze upon them from the past. The mansion was not just a residence; it was a living museum of cherished memories.

Samuel, with a sense of intrigue, couldn't shake the feeling that the mansion held secrets waiting to be unraveled. He had no inkling of how his arrival here would change the course of his life and the lives of those bound to this grand estate.

Just as they were beginning their tour, a man hurriedly approached. He warmly embraced Harish Choudhury, and they shared a moment of heartfelt reunion. Harish smiled and asked, "How are you, my friend Mohsin?" They talked for some time, catching up on the events of their lives.

Two friends, Mohsin and Harish, talked for some time, reliving shared memories and exchanging stories. Their laughter echoed through the mansion's grand halls, as if the walls themselves cherished the bonds of their friendship.

During their conversation, Harish introduced his nephew, Samuel, to Mohsin, ensuring that the two were acquainted. They engaged in polite conversation, getting to know each other.

However, after a while, Harish excused himself to attend to some matters inside the mansion. Mohsin, with a somewhat somber expression, decided it was time to depart. Just before he left, he approached Samuel and spoke in a low, cautious tone, "You better stay away from my daughter."

Samuel was taken aback by the unexpected warning. He couldn't help but wonder why Mohsin had issued such a stern message. What was the story behind this cryptic piece of advice, and how would it impact the unfolding tale within the mansion's walls?

Mani, a servant in the mansion, is widely known for his foolishness. Mani approaches Samuel and says, "Young master, there are two rooms on the second floor. After you climb the stairs, turn right, and at the end, you'll find the rooms. Today, before you arrived, Mohsin sir's daughter came, and she is staying in one of the rooms. You should stay in the room next to her."

Following Mani's instructions, Samuel goes to the second floor of the mansion, turns right, and reaches the end where he finds two unlocked rooms. He's unsure which room is his, so he decides to open one of the doors and asks, "Is anyone there?"

After entering the room and seeing no one, Samuel sits on a chair. Suddenly, a young lady comes out of the bathroom, singing and dancing, "Lalaalalalallalallaa." Samuel is captivated by her beauty.

The young lady's beauty was truly captivating. Her features were delicate, and her eyes sparkled with a warmth that drew people in. Her hair cascaded in glossy waves, framing her face like a shimmering halo. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with a natural radiance that seemed to glow from within.

Her smile was like a ray of sunshine, lighting up the room and bringing joy to those around her. Her grace and elegance in movement were a testament to her charm, making her presence truly enchanting.

Although Samuel had seen many beautiful women before, this was the first time he was mesmerized by a girl. The girl, upon noticing Samuel in her room, exclaims, "Pervert, get out!"

After Samuel quickly exits the room, the young lady, still listening to her earbuds, remains unaware of the misunderstanding. Moments later, Mani arrives, and they manage to clear up the confusion.

Samuel, wanting to break the ice and make amends, politely asks, What is your name?

The young lady, still a bit hesitant and not willing to reveal her name, turns her face away from Samuel.

Mani intervenes and says, "Zara."

Samuel says, "So, the name of this beauty is Zara, what a beautiful name. "

Zara doesn't respond to Samuel and begins to think, "Mani talks too much, hmph. "

Mani, known for his foolishness, exited the room following Samuel's request. Samuel turned to Zara and said, "Look, it's your fault, but I apologize."

Zara, with a hint of confusion, asked, "My fault?"

Samuel quickly responded, "Yes, it's your fault, you are so beautiful that I couldn't help but keep looking."

Zara couldn't help but laugh at Samuel's cheesy joke, and their budding friendship took root.

* * * *

The mansion was beautifully lit for the occasion. The night had fallen, and a party was in full swing at the mansion, attended by only the Choudhary family and the mansion's residents.

The beauty of the mansion at night was a sight to behold. Elaborate decorations adorned the grand entrance, casting a soft, warm light on the meticulously manicured gardens. Lush flower arrangements and tall, ornate candelabras lined the path, creating an inviting ambiance.

Inside, the grand foyer was aglow with the soft, golden light of chandeliers that dangled from the ceiling, casting intricate patterns on the walls. The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork and tapestries that depicted scenes of historical significance, adding to the grandeur of the interior.

The party was in full swing, and Samuel mingled with his aunt, cousin, and other guests, engaging in pleasant conversations. The atmosphere was one of joy and celebration as the night continued.

It was then that Samuel suddenly heard the sound of a piano being played. He turned to see Zara at the piano, playing a tune and singing along,

" Meri Zidnagi Bana Loon

Tu Jo Zindagi Mein Aaye

Main To Eid Hi Mana Loon

Tu Jo Chaand Banke Aaye

...Jo Adaa Hai Usko Paa Loon...

...Tum Jo Bandagi Mein Aaye...

...Meri Zidnagi Bana Loon...

...Tu Jo Zindagi Mein Aaye...

...Main To Eid Hi Mana Loon...

...Tu Jo Chaand Banke Aaye...

The ballroom, the centerpiece of the night's festivities, was a vision of elegance. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting a dazzling radiance that reflected off the walls and dance floor. The atmosphere in the ballroom was one of enchantment, providing the perfect backdrop for Zara's melodious performance.