Film Release

Mumbai. Premiere night.

The iconic theater was lit up with fairy lights, huge banners of Veer Ki Vyaah hanging across its front. Paparazzi clustered near barricades, their flashes firing like little stars.

Sidharth stepped out of the black car, fixing the button on his sharp maroon velvet sherwani. The cameras exploded.

He laughed, turned, and gave them that slow, signature half-smirk. The crowd screamed.

A moment later, another car pulled up. Out stepped Prerna in a stunning gold saree, Harsh in a crisp navy suit, Nischay and Abhishek in classic black tuxedos. Their mom wore a deep green silk, tears already sparkling in her eyes.

Sidharth ran over, pulling them into a giant group hug.

Prerna pinched his cheek.

"Bhai, the cameras love you. I might faint."

Harsh adjusted his pocket square, grinning.

"Bro, you're trending harder than most Bollywood stars tonight. We saw your face on three giant hoardings on the way here."

Nischay just patted his shoulder with mock solemnity.

"Proud of you, chai-boy."

Reporters swarmed.

Sidharth smiled, looking over his shoulder at his family.

Cameras clicked wildly, capturing his soft look toward Prerna and their mom.

A sudden roar swept through the crowd. Diljit Dosanjh had arrived — in a silver-black kurta with his trademark swagger, sunglasses on even at night.

He spotted Sidharth instantly, striding over and pulling him into a bear hug.

Everyone laughed. Paparazzi yelled for photos, and Diljit slung an arm around Sidharth, saying into a mic,

The lights dimmed. The film started.

As soon as Sidharth's first close-up appeared — eyes soft, voice low with that "Tere bina ve…" — Prerna let out an audible sniff.

Harsh squeezed her hand, whispering,

Their mom didn't bother hiding her tears, smiling through them. Even Nischay was suspiciously silent.

When the credits rolled, the audience leaped up, clapping. Some even chanted "SIDHARTH! DILJIT!" over and over.

Sidharth sat there, heart pounding, overwhelmed. He looked sideways to see Diljit giving him a little proud nod.

The producers called them up for a quick thank-you note.

Sidharth held the mic, voice a little rough.

His eyes landed on his mom, Prerna, Harsh, Nischay, Abhishek — all smiling up at him, eyes shining.

The crowd erupted in applause.

As they stepped outside into the cool Mumbai night, Prerna flung her arms around him.

"Superstar ho gaya mera bhai."

Harsh clapped his back.

"Next up, national awards."

Nischay grinned.

"Bas, just don't forget to send us free passes."

Sidharth laughed, pulling them all in close.

From a small heartbreak scene on TV… to this red carpet under Mumbai's skies. Maybe life really was all about the people who stood by you, from your first fall to your biggest flight.

✅ Done!