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Dhruv scrutinized the papers, then looked up. "Saanchi ji, these papers are original. Why is your cousin claiming he has the original documents?"

Saanchi sighed. "I don't know, Dhruv, but we have to stop Prashant dada. He'll do anything to take this land from us."

She continued to speak anxiously, but Dhruv found himself fixated on the fact that she had said his name for the first time. 

It felt like a victory to him, a special moment he had longed for.

She waved her hand in front of his face, breaking his trance. "Kya hua? Kaha khoye hue ho tum? Main kab se bole jaa rahi hoon."

He murmured under his breath, "Aap ke khayalon mein khoya hua tha."

"What are you whispering to yourself?" she asked, frowning.

He quickly recovered. "Nothing, Saanchi ji. Anyway, try to talk to your cousin one last time. If he doesn't agree, we'll need to file a case against him."

She hesitated, "Lekin Dhruv, he is family. Main kaise unke against case file kar sakti hoon? Yeh matter court ke bahar solve nahi ho sakta kya?"

Dhruv smiled at her concern, recognizing her genuine and soft-hearted nature. "Saanchi ji, issiliye toh keh raha hoon aap ek baar Prashant Prabhu se baat kar ke dekhiye. Agar vo nahi maante hain, toh hume case file karna padega. You can't fight back without a proper case against him. Please."

She looked at him, absorbing his words, and finally nodded in understanding. "Okay, Dhruv. I'll try to talk to him one last time."

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Saanchi ji. We'll handle this together."

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Dhruv. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Dhruv smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him. "I'm always here to help, Saanchi ji. We'll get through this."

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Dhruv was sitting in the living room, deeply engrossed in studying Saanchi's case. 

Just then, Dils came in with a bowl of custard. 

He smiled at her and took the bowl from her hands, savoring a spoonful.

He moaned in pleasure. "Wow, Dils, this is amazing! I must say you are such a good cook."

She smiled. "Wait, I'll get some jam for you. With jam, it will taste like heaven."

He nodded, and she went to the kitchen to fetch the jam. 

In a moment, she returned and handed him a jar. 

He tasted the jam and exclaimed, "Wow, this is delicious! This jam is so good."

Dils beamed. "Good toh hoga hi, Saanchi ke farm se jo aaya hai."

Dhruv paused mid-spoonful, looking at her. "Yeh Saanchi ji ke farm ka jam hai?"

She nodded. "Exactly. Pure Panchgani mein Saanchi ke farm ka jam sabse best hota hai because she puts her heart and soul into it and takes care of everything so meticulously."

He nodded, admiration evident in his eyes. "Haan, vo toh hai. Saanchi ji is the best. She handles both her home and business so amazingly."

Dils glanced at the papers and asked, "What are these papers?"