As I stood outside my home, my heart pounding with apprehension, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing my mother's stern expression. Her eyes narrowed in disapproval as she took in my disheveled appearance, her disappointment palpable in the air.

"Sidhisha, what on earth have you done? How could you get married? I know you explained what happened but we're your parents, we are still worried," Her voice was sharp with reproach, her arms crossed over her chest as she awaited an explanation. My father stood behind her, his expression unreadable as he watched the scene unfold.

I swallowed hard, summoning the courage to face their wrath. "Maata Shree, Papa, I know I've caused you a lot of worry," I began, my voice trembling with emotion. "But please, I will patiently explain what had happened..."

As I recounted the events of the past few days, from the chaos of the casino club to the impromptu marriage in Vegas, my parents' expressions softened with each passing moment. Their anger melted away, replaced by concern and understanding as they listened to my story.

When I finished speaking, tears welled up in my eyes, and I buried my face in my hands, overcome with emotion. My mother's arms enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch a comforting reminder of her unconditional love.

"Siddhi," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "Betu, I'm just glad you're safe. We were so worried about you." My father's hand rested on my shoulder, his touch a silent gesture of support. "We may be upset with you for getting yourself into this mess, but we're just relieved that you're home," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, a sense of peace washed over me, knowing that I was loved and accepted despite my mistakes. But my parents weren't done yet. They wanted to meet the man I had married, to ensure that he was worthy of their daughter.

"Call him," my mother instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "We need to talk to him and understand his intentions." Nervously, I dialed Sanchit's number, my heart pounding with anticipation. As he answered the call, I explained the situation to him, and asked him to come home.

As the evening unfolded, my parents and I sat in our living room, surrounded by an air of tension and uncertainty. I could feel their eyes on me, their unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air.

"Sidhi, gudiya," my father began, his voice gentle yet tinged with disappointment. "I still don't understand how you could get yourself into such a situation. But what has happened has happened now."

I lowered my gaze, feeling the weight of their disappointment settle like a heavy burden on my shoulders. "I'm sorry, Papa," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I never intended for any of this to happen. It was all a mistake, a moment of drunken foolishness..."

My mother's eyes brimmed with tears as she reached out to me, her hand enveloping mine in a silent gesture of comfort. "We know, betu," she said softly, her voice filled with compassion. "But you have to understand, marriage is a sacred bond. It's not something to be taken lightly."

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion as I struggled to find the words to express my remorse. "I know, Maata Shree," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "And I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make things right."

My parents exchanged a worried glance, their concern evident in the furrow of their brows. "What do you plan to do now, Gudiya?" my father asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before responding. "I think I need to give Sanchit and this marriage a chance," I said, my voice firm with conviction. "He didn't ask for any of this either, and I believe he genuinely wants to make things work."

My parents exchanged a skeptical glance, their reservations evident in the furrow of their brows. "But how can we trust him, Sidhi?" my mother asked, her voice tinged with concern. "We don't even know him."

I nodded, acknowledging their valid concerns. "I understand, Maata Shree," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "But on your orders, he's coming here now. I think we owe it to ourselves to at least give him a chance. And who knows, he might surprise you guys as well as me."

My parents exchanged a hesitant glance, their expressions softening with understanding. "Alright, gudiya," my father said, his voice filled with resignation. "We'll give him a chance. But remember, Sidhisha, marriage is a serious commitment. You have to be sure about this."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me at their understanding. "Thank you, Papa," I said softly, my voice filled with emotion. "And thank you, Maata Shree, for always being there for me."

My parents enveloped me in a tight hug, their love and support a comforting presence in the midst of uncertainty. And as we embraced, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, I would always have my family by my side.

Minutes later, the doorbell rang again, and I hurried to answer it. Standing on the doorstep was Sanchit, his expression a mix of nervousness and uncertainty. I welcomed him inside, hoping to put him at ease in front of
my family.

As Sanchit entered the living room, my parents' eyes bore into him, assessing him with a critical gaze. Sanchit settled into the couch beside me, my parents' eyes bore into him, their expressions unreadable. My mother leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Sanchit as she spoke with a gentle yet probing tone.

"So, Sanchit, tell us more about yourself," she prompted, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "What do you do? Where do you come from?" Sanchit cleared his throat, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he met my mother's gaze. "Well, aunty, I work as the CEO in the Maheshwari industry, which is my family business," he began, his voice steady yet tinged with apprehension.

"I come from a rich family based in Ahemdabad earlier and we then shifted to Delhi. My father, Sameer Maheshwari, had once been the CEO of Maheshwari Industries, a renowned conglomerate with diverse interests ranging from technology to real estate. However, a few years ago, he had passed on the position of CEO to me, entrusting me with the responsibility of leading the company into the future. Despite this change in leadership, my father remained actively involved in the business as the Managing Director, while my mother continued to serve as the President, overseeing the day-to-day operations."

As Sanchit recounted his journey from college to corporate leadership, my parents' interest was piqued, and they listened intently, nodding in approval at his accomplishments. "It's impressive to see someone so young taking on such a significant role in the family business," my father remarked, his voice filled with pride.

Sanchit smiled gratefully, acknowledging my father's praise with humility. "Thank you, uncle" he replied, his eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to my parents. "I've learned a lot from my father over the years, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to carry on his legacy."

My father's eyes widened in recognition as he listened to Sanchit speak, pride evident in his expressions, but what he spoke next was shocking. "Call me sir, I'm not your uncle," my father scolded him and Sanchit looked like he'd cry at that moment.

I wanted to laugh at his expressions. He looked so cute.
What the hell Sidhisha Sharma , what rubbish are you thinking, ughhh.

To diffuse the tension and awkwardness in the air my mother began saying, "It's clear that you're a dedicated and capable leader, Sanchit,"  she commented, her voice warm with approval, "I have no doubt that you'll continue to excel in your role at Maheshwari Industries."

My father nodded in understanding, his eyes scanning Sanchit's face with keen interest. "And how did you end up in Vegas?" he inquired, his tone gentle yet inquisitive.

Sanchit shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze flickering to mine before he spoke. "Um Sir, It was supposed to be a bachelor's party for Sam, my best friend" he explained, his voice tinged with regret. "But things took an unexpected turn, and... well, here we are."

My parents exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions softening with empathy as they listened to Sanchit's story. "It sounds like quite the adventure," my father remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But I'm sure there's more to the story than meets the eye."

Sanchit chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair as he met my parents' gaze, "Um, You could say that.  I've been friends with Sidhisha's best friends Prisha, and Yami since our college days as they were the girl friends of my best friends Sam and Aryan respectively. We all didn't know about each other's presence in Vegas though, but we coincidentally ended up at the same casino and this happened," he admitted, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of embarrassment and tension.

My parents looked shocked by the revelation and looked at me for confirmation and I nodded my head in assurance. They then delved deeper into conversation with Sanchit, eager to learn more about his upbringing and values. They asked him about his aspirations, his views on family, and his understanding of the responsibilities that came with marriage.

"So, Sanchit, what are your plans for the future?" my father inquired, his tone gentle yet curious. "Do you see yourself continuing to lead Maheshwari Industries?"

Sanchit nodded thoughtfully, his expression earnest. "Yes, sir. I'm committed to upholding the legacy of Maheshwari Industries and ensuring its continued success," he replied. "But more than that, I hope to build a strong foundation for my own family, one based on trust, respect, and love."

My mother smiled warmly at his words, her eyes shining with approval. "That's wonderful to hear, Sanchit," she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth, "Family is the most important thing in life, and it's clear that you value that deeply."

As the conversation veered towards more personal topics, my parents asked Sanchit's opinion on our marriage and he said that he will take full responsibility of me and will never try to impose his decisions on me and respect my choices but he himself hoped that we could give a chance to our marriage.

My parents seem relieved to hear his insights on our marriage. They then shared stories from their own marriage, offering Sanchit insights into the joys and challenges of building a life together. Sanchit listened intently, his respect for my parents evident in the attentive way he hung on their every word.

"I must say, Sanchit, you seem like a fine young man," my father remarked, his tone tinged with admiration. "And while we may have had our reservations initially, I can see now that you truly care for our daughter."

Sanchit's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the praise, but he accepted it graciously, his gratitude evident in the genuine smile that lit up his face. "Thank you, sir," he said, his sincerity evident in his voice. "I assure you, I will do everything in my power to make Sidhisha happy and to honor the sacred bond of marriage."

"You are family now. Call me Papa like Gudiya now," my father spoke softly and Sanchit was surprised as well as relieved. "And you can call me Sasu mom, Sasu ma, Mumma, Ma anything or even Matashree like Sidhi," my mother chimed in.

As the evening drew to a close, my parents embraced Sanchit warmly, welcoming him into our family with open arms.

Sanchit then told us about how his father was angry and he was kicked out of the house, he told us he'll be staying in the hotel now. My parents offered , no no, they ordered Sanchit to live with us in our home. They asked him about his favourite food, everything was of his choice, he was even allowed to sit near Papa, that was my seat.

What the hell? Now, he is their favourite.
You, Sanchit Maheshwari snatched my parents from me. You just wait and watch what I'll do of you. Ughhh!!! I was irritated as hell now but I had to endure it now.

So, that's it for the 7th chapter.
I hope you liked it and if you did please vote and comment.

Well, Sanchit has been accepted by the family and Sidhisha is irritated now. Let's see, what happens next and How will Sidhisha deal with all this?
Stay tuned to know!

Word Count : 2070 words

With love ❤️
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