Four Brothers , One Heart - Chapter - 3

Group Chat: Raichand Brothers 💬❤️

Ayaan Raichand [ Ml 4 ]

You both survived. I’m shocked. Now it’s me and Reyansh bhai next 😭

Reyaansh Raichand [ Ml 3 ]

Over my dead body. No one’s dragging me into marriage.

Vivaan Raichand [ Ml 2]

That’s what I said too. And look where I am.

Aarav Raichand [ Ml 1]

It doesn’t feel like losing something. It feels like… finally beginning.

Early Morning After Wedding

The mansion had gone silent after a night of celebrations — petals still clung to the railings, dhols now resting against the garden wall. Inside, the chandeliers cast a warm golden hue as the family prepared to welcome their daughters-in-law.

In the courtyard, the women of the house — including Dadi, Maa, and Bua — stood with aarti thalis, giggling and blessing in the same breath.

Griha Pravesh – Ishita & Priya Together

Shanti Raichand [ Ml Grandmother]

"Aaj Raichand haveli mein do Lakshmiyaan aayi hain. Ek shant si, aur ek chanchal."

The doors opened.

Priya, in a vibrant red silk saree with gold embroidery, clutched Vivaan’s hand tightly, her eyes gleaming. Ishita, in a soft peach saree, walked beside Aarav with grace and stillness in her steps.

Sunita Raichand [ Ml Mom ]

“Pehle, dono apne pati ke naam se kalash ko haath lagao.”

The two new brides touched the silver pots at the entrance gently with their toes, tipping them forward — rice scattered like blessings across the white marble.

Shanti Raichand [ Ml Grandmother]

“Ek ghar ki shaanti banegi, doosri uski roshni.”

📱 Group Chat: Raichand Brothers 💬❤️

Ayaan Raichand [ Ml 4 ]

Both Bhabhis officially entered. No ghost drama. No runaway brides.

Reyaansh Raichand [ Ml 3 ]

Shocking.

Vivaan Raichand [ Ml 2]

Priya’s grip on my hand? She was either nervous or I have no circulation left.

Aarav Raichand [ Ml 1]

Ishita didn’t speak. But she didn’t let go either. That… meant something.

Ayaan Raichand [ Ml 4 ]

I need popcorn. This is better than Netflix.

The Ring Game

Later in the evening, the family gathered around two silver basins filled with milk, rose petals, and turmeric water.

Priya Sharma [ Fl 2 ]

Beamed.

Ishita Maheshwari [ Fl 1 ]

Blinked calmly

Shanti Raichand [ Ml Grandmother]

“Chalo, dekhte hain kiski chalti hai. Pehle Priya-Vivaan. Ring milao!”

As they dipped their hands in the bowl, Riddhi started teasing:

Riddhi Mehta [ Fl 4 ]

“Bhaiya, don’t lose to her. Or she’ll rule you forever.”

Vivaan Raichand [ Ml 2]

“She already does. I’m just trying to find the ring now.”

Laughter erupted.

Priya found the ring first — twice.

Shanti Raichand [ Ml Grandmother]

(clapping): “Lakshmi ji jeet gayi. Vivaan beta, ab se bas ‘haan Priya’ bolna!”

Aarav and Ishita reached for the ring.

Everyone leaned in. And just when Aarav almost had it, Ishita gently pushed it his way.

Ayaan Raichand [ Ml 4 ]

(mocking): “Ohooo! Bhabhi ji sacrificed already? Aarav bhai, aap toh jeet gaye!”

But Aarav said nothing. Just smiled — a rare, genuine one.