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I leaned into her, breathing heavily. She hugged me tightly, pressing her face against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.
The moment was still sinking in.
We kissed.
Like, actually kissed. Not a dream, not a glimpse of my imagination-just pure, undeniable reality.
And Ruh? She was clinging to me like her life depended on it, her warm breath fanning against my damp shirt as she pressed her face into my chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, as if she could just melt into my embrace and avoid the world entirely.
Meanwhile, I stood frozen, my hands still resting on her waist. My heartbeat pounded so violently that I swore she could feel it.
I was still in shock.
My lips tingled from the kiss-our kiss. The feeling of her touch still lingered, warm and soft, making my mind spiral.
My arms instinctively tightened around her as if to reassure myself that this is real-she is real.
“Ruh,” I whispered, my voice came out as hoarse with disbelief.
She only buried her face deeper, refusing to meet my gaze.
Like I always say-she acts all bold in the heat of the moment, but as soon as things settle, she turns into a shy little kitten.
I dipped my head slightly, my lips close to her ear.
“We kissed,” I murmured, my voice still laced with shock. “And it’s not a freaking dream, right?”
She cleared her throat, her fingers tightening slightly on my shirt before she mumbled, “Hmm.”
She tried stepping back.
But I wasn’t letting her get away that easily.
My grip on her waist remained firm, keeping her close.
I exhaled heavily.
“Ruh…..I think I might faint,” I mumbled, still dazed.
The moment I swayed slightly, she gasped, grabbing my shoulders to steady me.
And then glared at me, followed by a sharp kick to my foot.
“RUH” I yelped, clutching my leg dramatically.
“Don’t you dare, Vihaan Raichand,” she scolded, her narrowed eyes flickering with exasperation.
“How can someone faint after kissing his own girlfriend?” she asked, clearly unimpressed.
I gasped, placing a hand over my chest like a tragic movie character, “Ruh, I just freaking kissed you. My poor heart is still recovering.”
She shook her head, letting out a small chuckle, “You’re seriously a unique species of chimpanzee.”
The rain had finally stopped, I grinned, “Looks like the water tank finally ran out.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. And just like that, we both burst into laughter.
“Come with me,” I said, taking her hand. “Change your clothes before you catch a cold.”
Her fingers curled around mine as she followed me toward a small, dimly lit room at the corner of the terrace.
She peered inside, curiosity flickering in her expression, “Does anyone even live here?”
I smirked, “Wanna know a secret? My Maasi owns this building.”
Her eyes widened, “And she lets you use it?”
“Of course! I am her favorite nephew,” I declared, puffing out my chest feelings so proud.
She nodded as she entered and started observing everything carefully.
I had already packed a change of clothes for her. Because-well-I just knew this would happen.
When I handed her the package, she raised a suspicious brow, “How do you even know my size?”
I smirked as I leaned to her and whispered in her ear teasingly, “I have an excellent imagination.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she grabbed the clothes as she shook her head mrummering “nasty chimpanzee ” and disappeared into the room
I ran a hand through my damp hair, shaking my head with a chuckle.
While she changed inside the room, I changed in another room, quickly dried my own hair, my fingers tousling the strands absentmindedly.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Ruh stepped out.
And damn.
The dress fits her perfectly.
I am really a genius.
I am proud of myself.
She stepped out, her damp hair clinging to her skin, her arms hugging herself slightly from the cold. I had been waiting, towel in one hand, dryer in the other. Without a word, I gestured for her to sit.
I placed the towel over her head, gently patting away the excess water. Slowly, she relaxed, her body leaning just a little into my touch. I couldn’t help but smile.
Switching on the dryer, I kept drying her hair. When I was done, I ran my fingers through the soft strands one last time, making sure they were completely dry before stepping back.
She reached up, tucking a loose strand behind her ear, her skin finally warm again. Then she walked over to me, holding out a soft towel.
“Here,” she said, “let me dry your hair properly before you catch a cold.”
“I can do it myself,” I replied, reaching for the towel.
“You should sit down and rest-“
She ignored me.
Before I could protest further, she turned me around and started gently rubbing the towel over my hair.
Ruh…..drying my hair?
Yeah, this had to be a dream.
I pinched myself-ouch it hurts. So it’s not a dream.
‘Ladka pagal ho chuka hai,’ my brain mocked me.
Her fingers combed through my damp strands, slow and careful, making my eyes flutter shut. I let out a soft sigh, leaning slightly into her touch.
Once she was done, I knew exactly what would fix her mood.
I walked over to a small induction stove I had set up earlier and started making her favorite-kadak adrak aur elaichi wali chai.
As the warm, comforting aroma filled the air, she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes.
She let out a blissful sigh, “Trust me, this is all I need.”
I chuckled looking at her excitement.
Everything in life might be temporary, but Ruh’s love for chai and my love for her? Eternal.
We sat together on a wooden bench, sipping our tea. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent cold air and chai.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, she turned to me, mischief dancing in her eyes.
“You told me you didn’t know how to kiss,” she said, lips twitching. “So what was that, huh?”
I choked on my tea.
I scratched the back of my neck, “Umm….actually, I watched…” I trailed off.
She narrowed her eyes in horror, “Watched? Vihaan….what exactly did you watch?”
I quickly waved my hands, “Not that! I watched a movie….A normal one….with a…um…decent kissing scene.”
Her suspicion only grew as she asked, “And may I ask what kind of movie it was? Maybe we could watch it together.”
YEAH…..NO.
“It was just a normal movie,” I said casually, trying to act normal, “Anyway, you’re too young for these things. Underage kids shouldn’t-“
She gasped, “EXCUSE ME? I legally turned 18……24 hours and 25 minutes ago.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said, mimicking her dramatic tone.
She scoffed and pinched my arm. I winced, grabbing her wrist.
“Vihaaan!” she whined.
I narrowed my eyes, “Ruh, stop.”
She just stared at me for a second. Then, she burst into laughter.
I blinked, “Now what?”
“You actually watched a movie to learn how to kiss. That’s hilarious,” she said in her laugh.
“You can’t make fun of me for this,” I sighed, crossing my arms. “I just watched a few movies and read some books…..books had detailed kissing scenes, and honestly, that book…that….left me traumatized,” I shuddered at the memory.
Movies, I get. But books? I didn’t even know they had stuff like that. How can someone read that kind of stuff?
Stop, Vihaan! Don’t even think about it-I don’t want to relive the trauma.
Ruh, who had been laughing at my misery, suddenly quieted down. Her curious gaze locked onto mine.
“What kind of book?” she asked hesitantly, as if unsure whether she really wanted to know.
I quickly shook my head.
“Don’t ask me. I’m never reading those books again,” Just the thought of it made me traumatized.
More than that, I am happy Ruh doesn’t read those kinds of books. My Ruh is too innocent for that.
She frowned slightly, “Who recommended those books to you?”
I didn’t even hesitated for a second before muttering, “Vani.”
The moment I said her name, Ruh started coughing. I instinctively reached out, rubbing her back.
“I can only imagine what kind of books she recommended to you,” she muttered, looking horrified.
Then, in a quieter voice, she mumbled, “I will have a nice talk with her.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but I decided not to ask.
Instead, I smiled softly. “Honestly, I’m just glad you don’t read that kind of genre. You’re better off with your mystery thrillers.”
She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked away, her fingers fidgeting slightly in her lap.
“What is it, Ruh?” I asked, noticing her subtle awkwardness.
“Nothing,” she said quickly.
Then, almost as if trying to change the subject, she whispered, “The stars look really pretty tonight, don’t they?”
She shifted closer, resting her head on my shoulder.
I turned to look at her, the soft glow of the moon highlighting her delicate features. Her eyes sparkled under the starlight, and the silver star pendant around her neck shimmered faintly. My gaze lingered on her, drawn in by the quiet beauty of the moment.
“Indeed, very pretty,” I murmured, my voice softer than before.
She looked at me and smiled, I didn’t say anything else. Instead, I wrapped an arm around her, my hand resting gently on her back.
And just like that, we sat there in silence-no words needed, just the quiet comfort of being together under the vast, starry sky.
β’β’β’β’β’
The functions had officially started, and the Sangeet was an absolute blast. Our performances, which, honestly, felt like a Bollywood moment. Our families had a little competition going on between the bride and groom’s sides, and I never thought I’d see my mom and dad dancing like that.
The best part? Ruh dancing-something I never imagined, she learned it so quickly. She said she didn’t know how, but she danced really well. Of course, I was the one who taught her.
‘Yeah, right,’ my brain mocked. ‘You were just sitting there, watching YouTube tutorials, and then trying to teach your Ruh-and she is a better learner than you.’
I ignored my brain’s comments, refusing to let it ruin my moment of pride.
Now, today is the Mehndi function, tomorrow is Haldi, and then….the wedding.
Right now, everyone is busy with Mehndi, but where am I? Running around, making sure all the wedding arrangements are set so that we don’t have any last-minute disasters.
And guess what? I haven’t even seen Ruh yet.
Why? Because the moment Kunal bhai’s family arrived, my mom asked me to go to the market. Typical desi family stuff-no matter how much we shop, there’s always something missing till the last second.
I was exhausted. So now, I was sitting in the men’s section, and let me tell you-it felt weird. Like freaking weird. I was just there, watching Kunal bhai nod along as aunties bombarded him with wedding advice. Poor guy. I could practically see his soul leaving his body.
Meanwhile, my best friends, Sid and Yash, are still not here yet. To hell with them.
And me? I was just here. Missing my Ruh.
Without seeing her, everything felt incomplete. I was getting irritated by the second. So, I kept waiting for her to come out of the ladies section so I could steal her away for a moment. Just a glimpse. That’s all I needed.
I stared at a vase, lost in thought.
“What are you thinking so deeply about?” a voice interrupted.
Someone sat beside me.
Without looking, I sighed dramatically, “Sometimes, I wonder how Ruh-Anika and Kunal bhai are even siblings. She is so adorable, always radiating positivity, her eyes sparkled whenever she gets excited and her laugh is enough to brighten anyone’s mood. And then there is her brother khadus-forever in ‘grumpy robot’ mode-ek dam sade hue karele ki tarah, constantly irritated. Like…..how?”
The moment I finished my sentence, I heard someone take a deep breath beside me.
A very menacing deep breath.
I suddenly caught a familiar scent. A shiver ran down my spine as a wave of fear crept over me.
Let’s not think that Vihaan.
I turned my head slowly and…
Mr. Grumpy Robot Doctor known as Kunal bhai.
I just dug my own grave without even realizing it.
This is why being an extrovert is dangerous. Words come out before your brain even checks them.
“I…I was just saying…” I stuttered, feeling the weight of his glare.
I swear, sometimes his looks alone could make me question my life choices.
“Looks like you’ve done a PhD on my sister?” He asked, arms crossed, looking at me like a patient who googled their symptoms and thought they knew better than the doctor.
I rolled my eyes at him.
Huh i am not scared of him.
‘Yeah you are not scared of him, but i am’ my brain suddenly jumped in between this serious situation.
“Please. I could write an entire thesis on her, and it still wouldn’t cover everything,” I said with full confidence.
Did I still fear for my life? Yes.
Did I enjoy annoying him? Absolutely.
“Vihaan, don’t act smart. Stay at least a mile away from my sister,” he ordered in his signature strict elder brother tone.
I barely held in a laugh.
A mile away?
Now, who’s going to tell him that I’ve already crossed every possible closeness boundary with Ruh?
I smirked and, just to irritate him more, said, “Kunal jiiju, don’t you think you need a new script? This one’s getting a little repetitive.”
His jaw clenched, “Vihaan, I’m warning you. She is my little sister, and I don’t want any male species-especially you-around her.”
I scoffed. “First of all, she’s not little. Second,” I leaned forward, grinning, “you were kissing my sister in the parking lot, but I can’t even look at your sister with admiration? Double standards, much?”
He choked.
I patted his back, acting all innocent.
He recovered, still looking scandalized, “First my family, then Ruhii and now you too…..am I going to hear about this for the rest of my life?”
I grinned, “Oh, absolutely. Might even mention it in my future niece or nephew’s wedding.”
He whined like a kid, “See, Vihaan-“
Just as Kunal bhai looked about ready to throw me across the hall for irritating him, we both got distracted by the sudden rise of excited whispers.
I turned toward the commotion and saw Prisha di walking in, her smile as radiant as ever. Ruh was beside her, adjusting the delicate border of her dupatta, while Mom and a few other women followed behind them, chatting animatedly.
And then, finally-FINALLY!
After exactly 13 hours, 27 minutes, and 23, 24, 25…..seconds-not that I was counting or anything-I finally got to see my Ruh.
And damn.
She was wearing an olive-green Anarkali, the soft fabric flowing around her as she walked with effortless grace. Her hair was loosely curled, a few strands playfully falling over her face, and her silver jhumka swayed gently with every step.
This girl could wear anything and still look like a dream.
But just as I was busy memorizing her face like a love-struck idiot, I felt an intense gaze drilling into my skull.
I blinked, tearing my eyes away from Ruh-only to meet Mom’s unimpressed stare.
She subtly mouthed, “Behave.”
Ugh. Fine.
I straightened my posture and pretended to behave, because getting into trouble right now wasn’t part of my plan.
But then, my eyes landed on Kunal bhai, and-oh, the hypocrisy.
The same man who had been lecturing me about ‘not staring’ at his sister was now shamelessly zoning out, staring at my sister like some lovesick puppy.
After a few moments I turned to him.
I smirked, leaning towards him, “For the past 33 minutes, you’ve been staring at her. She’s already going to marry you-stop behaving like a desperate teenager.”
Kunal bhai rolled his eyes, flexing his arm veins as if that was supposed to intimidate me into silence, “desperate teenager….like you”
Then, with a slow smirk, he said, “tch tch tch…..It’s actually 34 minutes and 25 seconds. And secondly, me ghoor nhi rhi tha me toh aapki behen ko nihaar raha tha…..saale sahab.”
(I wasn’t staring, I was admiring your sister, brother-in-law)
And then, the guy had the audacity to pat my shoulder-so hard that I nearly stumbled forward.
Wait.
Did he just flip my own dialogue back at me?
That was my line.
I narrowed my eyes, “huh, copycat. At least come up with your own dialogues.”
Kunal bhai just chuckled evilly before striding away to sit next to Prisha di, where they immediately got lost in their own romantic bubble.
Unbelievable.
One moment, he’s threatening me with surgical murder, and the next, he’s soft-smiling at Prisha di like some whipped to be husband.
I am sure he has split personality disorder.
I sighed and stepped backward-only to crash into someone.
A soft gasp.
I turned swiftly, only to see Ruh, struggling to balance a huge thaal filled with mehndi cones.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to steady the tray.
“Sorry, bha-” she started instinctively without looking at me.
“Don’t continue!” I panicked, yelling a little too quickly.
She blinked, startled, before her lips parted slightly in realization. She awkwardly chuckled.
Her gaze finally lifted to mine, and- those hazel brown eyes.
Big, bright, and filled with the kind of warmth that made every cell in my body sigh in relief.
Then, without another word, she quickly bent down to pick up the fallen mehndi cones, carefully adjusting them back into the thaal.
I crouched down beside her, reaching for a few cones to help, “meri bullet train kaha jaa rhi thi aap is bullet train ki speed se.”
(Where was my bullet train rushing off to? With the speed of bullet train)
She sighed dramatically, “I was just putting this on the table so the ladies can get their mehndi done.”
She stood up, swiftly placing the thaal on the table before returning and plopping down beside me on the couch with an exhausted sigh.
“You know, I’m so exhausted-wearing this heavy dress, dealing with jewellery, walking in heels-ugh, it’s too much,” she complained, kicking off her heels under the table.
Then, she crossed her arms, pouting. “And now, I’m bored! Vani and Tanya aren’t here yet, and Aashi is busy applying mehndi to ladies.”
I leaned closer, my voice dropped to a whisper, i trailed my finger over her hand to tease her, “So….do you want me to do something interesting to entertain you?”
She took a deep breath and then shot me a flat look, “Do you ever check your surroundings before flirting shamelessly?”
“When you are sitting in front of me, everyone else disappears,” i grinned sheepishly and passed a wink.
She let out a small laugh, shaking her head, “I seriously need to know where you are getting these dialogues from.”
I gasped dramatically, “Excuse me? These are original. Pure, high-quality talent.”
Then, noticing the mehndi artists, I asked, “So, you’re not getting your mehndi done?”
She casually shrugged, “Nope.”
“Why?”
She adjusted her earrings with a small huff, “Because it’s too much effort. I will have to sit still for hours, and worst of all, I won’t be able to eat anything.”
I blinked, “That’s your excuse?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head, “Then why don’t you just get it done first, so you can eat later?”
She sulked harder, “Because apparently, I’m the youngest, so I have to wait till the end.”
She crossed her arms, pouting like a grumpy little toddler.
I fought the intense urge to squish her cheeks.
“But you’re the groom’s sister! Shouldn’t you go first?”
She let out a deep sigh, rolling her eyes, “I tried. But one of the aunties said, ‘You’re still a kid. Let the elders go first. We have work to do, you can apply in last.'”
I followed her death glare to the aunty in question.
“Ugh, I don’t like her,” Ruh muttered under her breath. “She’s always giving boring lectures about how I should behave. ‘Walk properly, don’t laugh too loud, you’re 18 now-act decent.’ Blah blah blah…..”
She scrunched her nose, mimicking the aunty’s voice.
I burst out laughing. This is so fun to see Ruh coming out of her disciplined girl shell.
“Vihaan, stop laughing,” she warned, smacking my arm.
I tried to stop. I really did. But, it was too much.
“If you don’t shut up, I swear, I’ll punch you so hard, you’ll forget how to laugh,” she threatened.
I immediately straightened up, though I was still grinning like an idiot.
“Ohh, so that’s why you’re grumpy,” I said, nodding in understanding.
She huffed.
I corrected my collar and said with full confidence,”How dare she tell you to go last? Come with me. I’ll handle this.”
She blinked at me. Once. Twice. Thrice.
“Ruh, I know I’m hot, but please-stop staring at me like that,” I teased.
She frowned, “Huh? Like what?”
I leaned closer, smirking, “Like you’re having not-so-innocent thoughts about me.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You always think so highly of yourself. Don’t you ever get tired?”
I grinned, “Never. I mean, I am charming, handsome, and dashing-i need to at least appreciate myself, right?”
She chuckled, shaking her head.
“Now, Ruh, come on, let’s get your mehndi done.”
I reached out to grab her hand, but she gave me a pointed look. I immediately backed off, nodding in surrender.
Instead, I gestured for her to walk ahead, and she sighed before moving.
“But what are you going to do?” she asked, suspicious.
I grinned, “Just follow your boyfriend.”
And with that, I led her toward the mehndi artist.
Ruh wore her heels and trailed behind me as I led her toward the area where everyone is getting their mehndi done.
And there she was-the aunty.
The one who had single-handedly captured the mehndi artist as if she were the bride herself.
I folded my arms, watching as she spread her hands dramatically, both already covered in intricate mehndi designs. Then, as if that weren’t enough, she extended her foot forward.
“Beta, zara pair mein bhi do-chaar design bana dena,” she instructed the mehndi artist, who looked two seconds away from collapsing.
(Dear, put some designs on my feet too)
Taking a deep breath, I activated Mission.
I strolled over, my face the picture of innocence, “Arey aunty, aap tabse yaha baithe hain?”
(aunty you are sitting here?)
She looked up at me, blinking, “Haan, beta. Bas mehndi lagwa rahi thi.”
(Yes, dear. Just getting my mehndi done.)
I gasped dramatically, placing a hand on my chest, “Arrey aunty aap thak gyi hongi mehndi lagwate lagwate, aapne gulab jaamun khaaye? kya mast the, chaliye aapko gulab jamun khila kar laata hu.”
(Aunty you must have been tired, Have you tried the gulab jamun? They’re absolutely delicious. Come, I’ll get some for you!)
She paused, eyes flickering with temptation. I knew I had her-until she dropped the biggest betrayal of my life.
“Nahi beta, main diet par hoon.”
(No, dear. I’m on a diet.)
I blinked twice. Diet? At a wedding?
“There should be a punishment for using ‘gulab jamun’ and ‘diet’ in the same sentence,” I heard Rub muttering under her breath.
I forced a tight smile, “aunty, gulab jamun bura maan jayega!”
(Aunty, the gulab jamun will feel bad)
She arched a brow, unimpressed.
I quickly continued, “Aur waise bhi, aap tabse yahan baithe hain, kisi aur ko mauka hi nahi de rahi…”
(And anyway, you’ve been sitting here for so long, not letting anyone else get a turn…)
Before she could glare at me, I corrected myself in record time.
“Mera matlab, aap thak gayi hongi. Chaliye, thoda kha lijiye, rest kar lijiye!”
(I mean, you must be tired. Come, eat something, have a drink, and take some rest!)
Ruh, who had been silently watching the show, had to bite her lip to stop from laughing.
Aunty finally seemed convinced, “Hmm…okay, I’ll sit for a while.”
I grinned in victory, gently placing my hand on her shoulder and steering her toward the couch.
Just when I thought I was safe, she threw another curveball.
“Lekin mere haath mein mehndi hai. Kaise khaungi?”
(But my hands are covered in mehndi. How will I eat?)
“Aunty, main gulab jamun ko mixer mein chala dunga, uska shake bana dunga, aap straw se pi lijiyega,” and then i gave the most lame idea.
(Aunty, I’ll blend the gulab jamun into a shake! You can drink it with a straw!)
She looked at me like I had suggested murder.
Her eyes narrowed and shook her head in horror, “No. I can eat by myself.”
She promptly sat on the couch.
Mission Successful.
I turned swiftly, grabbing Ruh’s shoulders and marching her toward the mehndi artist before anyone could interfere.
“Vihaan…” she started, hesitation in her voice.
I didn’t let her finish, “Ruh, no arguments. Just sit.”
She sighed but obeyed, plopping down onto the little stool.
I shot a winning smile at the mehndi artist, “She’s the groom’s sister, please apply her mehndi first.”
Ruh shifted uncomfortably, her fingers nervously fidgeting with her bracelet.
“Ab aap meri Ruh ke haathon me acchi si mehndi laga dijiye,” I said to mehndi artist as she gave a curious look to me and Ruh.
(Make sure you apply beautiful mehndi on my Ruh’s hands.)
Then i turned to Ruh and I winked at her.
The mehndi artist giggled.
Ruh, however, looked at me like she wanted to throw mehndi cones at my face. But i can say her cheeks are getting a light shade of pink as she tries so hard not to blush but fails miserably.
I smirked. Totally worth it.
But before I could enjoy my victory- “Arey Vihaan beta….gulab jamun toh le aa mere liye!”
(Vihaan….bring me some gulab jamun)
I turned slowly.
Aunty was staring right at me, suspicious.
Oh, great.
I forced another smile, “Laa raha hoon abhi!”
(Bringing it right now!)
Before she could put two and two together about me and Ruh, I rushed off to the catering area, grabbed a bowl of gulab jamun with a small spoon, and handed it to her.
Finally! Now I could go back to Ruh and-
“Vihu, tu idhar hai? Main kabse tujhe dhoond rahi thi!”
(Vihu, you’re here? I’ve been looking for you for so long!)
I froze mid-step, turning to see Mom walking toward me.
I sighed, mentally preparing myself, “Boliye.”
(Tell me.)
Mom gestured toward the guest seating area, “Bahar wale kamre mein guests baithe hain. Dekh toh, unko kuch chaiye ya nahi. Main baaki guests attend kar rahi hoon.”
(Some guests are sitting in the room. Go check if they need anything. I’m attending the rest.)
And just like that, I was back in servant mode.
I cast one last long glance toward Ruh before heading toward the guests, mentally cursing my luck.
After running around like an unpaid waiter, I finally returned to my favorite spot-beside Ruh.
She was sitting gracefully, admiring the fresh mehndi on her hands, her fingers stretched out carefully. The rich color of the design already settling in.
I plopped down beside her, letting out a tired sigh, my arms lazily resting on my knees.
Not a hint of tiredness on her face.
Of course. Ruh had been a disciplined girl. Even in school, she sat so straight, we thought she had an invisible ruler taped to her back.
Just as I was about to relax for two minutes-
“Vihuuu!”
I groaned internally. There goes my peace.
Turning my head, I found my one and only boss-Prisha Di-lounging on the couch like a queen.
She lifted her eyes, her face breaking into an overly sweet, borderline manipulative smile.
“Mere liye kuch khane ka le kar aa na,” she cooed, blinking innocently.
(Bring something for me to eat)
I rolled my eyes. This woman.
“Kya chahiye?” I asked, my voice dripping with fake enthusiasm.
(What do you want?)
She tapped her chin, pretending to think deeply, as if I was a waiter in some 5-star restaurant.
Then, with a bright grin, she said, “Jo bhi mil jaye le aa….par kaju katli zaroor laana!”
(Bring whatever you find… but make sure to get Kaju Katli)
Of course. Di’s love story with food was stronger than most romantic relationships.
I groaned, standing up dramatically, stretching my arms as if she had just assigned me the most difficult mission of my life.
But before I could take a step-
“Saale saahab?”
I froze mid-step.
Oh no. Not him.
I turned around very slowly, already plastering my best fake smile before facing the one person who enjoyed making my life difficult.
“Ji, Kunal jiijuuu?” I said, my smile stretching a little too tightly.
Kunal leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs like he was the king of the world. His lips curled into an infuriating smirk as his eyes gleamed with amusement.
“Mere liye ek glass paani,” he ordered, his voice calm, smug, and incredibly irritating.
I blinked twice.
For a second, I considered spilling the entire jug on his head.
But instead, I forced a polite nod, my jaw clenching slightly.
Just as I turned to leave-
“Ruhii, do you want something to eat?” Di’s voice cut through the air like a sword.
I paused, shifting my gaze toward Ruh.
She hesitated, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out.
I sighed. This girl.
She is hungry but too polite to say it.
“Vihuu, Ruhii ke liye bhi le aana. She’s also hungry,” Di declared, didn’t even let Ruh protest.
I turned to Ruh, “Ruh-anika, kya laau?”
The moment I said her full name, her brother’s ‘overprotective alarm’ went on.
Kunal bhai’s sharp gaze snapped to me like a laser detector spotting a thief.
Ruh fidgeted slightly, her eyes flickering between us, before mumbling hesitantly, “Anything.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Before I could protest, Kunal leaned forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “Ruhii, bata do jo chahiye. Vihaan le aayega, hai na?”
I quickly nodded like an obedient disciple.
But Ruh, as usual, just whispered, “Anything.”
I sighed. Why is she like this?
But I didn’t argue. I’d just pick her favorites.
At the food counter, I filled two plates.
One with Di’s favorites, including kaju katli.
And one with Ruh’s favorite sweets-because my girl loves desserts more than she loves me.
I also picked up a glass of water for Kunal Bhai.
And for one fleeting second, my thoughts stated-Should I poison this?
I shook my head. Shut up, Vihaan.
I could already see my tragic future.
‘Before your Ruh, your Di will kill you for killing her future husband. And then Ruh will take your Ruh (soul),’ my brain warned me.
I shuddered and walked back, placing the food on the table.
“Thanks, Vihaan,” Kunal Bhai said, taking his water, his smirk still intact.
Then, he started making small bites to feed Prisha di.
Meanwhile, I grabbed a small stool and sat beside Ruh, placing her plate down.
Her eyes immediately landed on the sweets.
But before she could enjoy-
“Vihu, tu mera bhai ho kar itna nikamma kyun hai?” Di’s voice came out of nowhere.
(Vihu, why are you so useless after being my brother?)
“Dekh, Ruhii ke haathon mein mehndi hai-kaise khayegi woh. Usko apne haath se khila na,” di said, smirking at me with a teasing grin.
(Look, Ruhi has mehndi on her hands, how will she eat? Feed her with your own hands) .
I choked on air.
Before I could even process what my very shameless sister just suggested, Kunal bhai nearly dropped the spoon.
“NO NEED,” he yelled.
I rolled my eyes. Here we go.
The mehndi artist giggled, and we all turned to her. She awkwardly cleared her throat and focused back on Ruh’s hands.
“I can feed my sister myself,” Kunal glared at me. “And Ruhii can you wait please or I’ll call Aashika to help you. No need for any male species near her.”
Male species?
I narrowed my eyes.
“Arey, aise kaise nahi? Vihaan hai na,” Di argued.
“But how can he…..” Kunal bhai tried to argue.
“Kunal….Now don’t start an argument, let Vihaan feed Ruhii she is sitting here for a while,” prisha di declared leaving no space for argument.
Kunal bhai looked ready to throw me out of the house.
“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “But, you need to maintain distance from my sister. Sit at least three feet away.”
Huh three feet away. In his dreams.
I scooted back slightly closer to Ruh, just to irritate him more.
Ruh, already tired of our nonsense, shook her head.
After a moment Prisha di left with Mr. Grumpy Robot as they went to meet her friends.
Thanks a lot.
I saw that Ruh’s mehndi was finally done, so I helped her stand up and walked with her to a quieter corner near the hall’s staircase.
I placed the plate of food beside her as she sat down.
“Your brother is a complete nuisance in my life!” I complained dramatically, shoving a spoonful of Rasmalai into my mouth.
“I swear he holds some personal grudge against me. Look at me, Ruh-I’m so innocent! Yet he keeps trying to scare me with his creepy robot eyes.”
Ruh simply stared at me, unimpressed.
“It’s your fault,” she said, scrunching her nose in mock annoyance. “You always annoy my bhai on purpose just to get on his nerves.”
I smirked, cutting another bite of Rasmalai and holding it up for her. She took it, savoring the sweetness, as I replied, “Trust me, Ruh, I genuinely enjoy annoying both of you siblings.”
I playfully pinched her nose, and she rolled her eyes.
She huffed. “Vihaan, I’m serious! You can’t keep irritating my brother. One day, he’s going to lose his patience, and when that happens, he’ll use his scalpel on you!”
A shiver ran down my spine, but I quickly composed myself, puffing out my chest, “Huh! I’m not scared of your brother! And if he dares to harm an innocent soul like me, I’ll complain about him to my di. She’ll handle her grumpy robot husband for me.”
Ruh burst into laughter, nearly choking on her Rasmalai.
As she finished the sweet, I grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the corners of her mouth, since her mehndi-covered hands were still drying.
“You know, on my way here, I heard the aunties talking about mehndi color,” I said, like I was revealing a big secret.
She hummed, not even looking at me, still busy staring at her mehndi like it was some important research project.
I teased her, “They say the darker the mehndi, the deeper the partner’s love…..So if your stain will get dark….then?”
That finally made her look up. Not with excitement. Not with shyness. Just a serious, no-nonsense expression, like she was about to lecture me.
“Vihaan,” she started, and I already knew a lecture was coming.
“Mehndi stains dark because of lawsone, the natural dye in henna, binding with the keratin in our skin. The stain develops based on skin pH, warmth, and how long it’s left on.”
I blinked. Why is my Ruh like this? Where’s the romance? The dreamy, blushing heroine? Nope. Just my scientist-in-the-making girlfriend.
I forced a tight-lipped smile. It’s okay, Vihaan. She’s just…scientifically romantic.
I sighed dramatically, shaking my head, “Forget it, Ruh. Just eat your rasmalai.”
She marrowed her eyes but ignored me and focused on her desserts.
Ah, yes. My Ruh might be anti-romantic, but when it comes to food, she has zero arguments.
“What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head as she finished her Rasmalai.
As the main function began, the hall filled with guests.
My phone buzzed with messages. “Yash and Sid just arrived,” I told Ruh.
“Vani and Tanya are here too. I told them to come straight to us.”
She nodded, looking too cute for my own good. I leaned to her.
But just then-
“You guys have a big room, but you’re romancing on the stairs?”
Vani raised an eyebrow, arms crossed.
Tanya narrowed her eyes, “You two have the weirdest fantasies-romancing on stairs-nice.”
And just like that-peace was over.
Yash and Sid came to stand beside me, and we started talking about Yash’s college admission.
But while we were discussing entrance exams and hostel life, I couldn’t help but notice Sid’s gaze fixed on someone specific-Vani.
But the weirdest part?
She didn’t look at him. Not even once.
This was the same Vani who would usually make excuses to stay close to him. Now? She didn’t even spare him a glance.
Something is definitely wrong.
I raised an eyebrow at Tanya, silently asking, ‘What the hell is going on?’
Tanya, instead of answering, just waved a hand dismissively, signaling me not to think too much about it.
Does Ruh know about this?
Something was definitely happened between them.
Sid was clearly hiding something, and I was definitely going to find out.
But before I could interrogate anyone, Tanya suddenly scanned the people on Ruhii’s side of the family and commented, “Your family is quite big.”
Ruh, nodded without much thought.
Yash, meanwhile, nudged me and pointed toward a man standing across the room, “I think I’ve seen that guy somewhere before,” he murmured.
I followed his gaze to a well-dressed man, appearing slightly older than Kunal Bhai.
Before I could respond, Ruh turned in the same direction and said as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “Oh, that’s Nikhil Bhaiya. He’s my Mama and Mami’s son-he’s a doctor, currently specializing in neurosurgery.”
Yash’s eyes lit up in recognition, “Oh, yeah! I remember meeting him when my dad was admitted to the hospital.”
Tanya, who had been quietly eating her dessert, suddenly let out a dramatic sigh, “No wonder he looks so damn fine.”
Yash, on the other hand, rolled his eyes so hard, “remember, he’s way too old for you.”
Unbothered, Tanya sipped her juice, “So, why does it matter to you?”
Yash’s jaw clenched slightly as he muttered something under his breath, “unbelievable.”
Meanwhile, Vani, who had been quiet, suddenly pointed at a woman standing beside Nikhil Bhaiya, “And who’s that? Damn, I love her vibe-classy and elegant.”
Ruh glanced briefly at the woman before answering, “That’s his wife. She’s a dermatologist.”
Sid raised an eyebrow, “Ruhii, is everyone in your family a doctor?”
I fed her another bite of food as she answered so casually, you’d think she was listing animal kingdom examples.
“My dad-He is a Neurosurgeon. Mom-Gynecologist. Bhai-Doing his MD and will be specializing in Cardiology in future. Mama-Orthopedic surgeon. Mami-Pediatrician. Maasi-Thoracic surgeon. Her husband-Cardiologist. My chachu-An anesthesiologist. Chachi-An ophthalmologist. And there are more people.”
I blinked.
Tanya coughed.
Sid looked like he just saw a ghost.
Ruh sighed dramatically, “Long cut story short, if you ever get sick at one of our family gatherings, no need to panic. Someone will diagnose you before dessert is even served.”
There was a long silence.
Then, I exhaled sharply, shaking my head in utter shock, “Ruh, tumhari puri family toh chalta phirta hospital hai.”
(Your entire family is basically a walking hospital)
She grinned, as if she’d heard it a thousand times before, “I heard that a lot.”
Yash chuckled, nudging her playfully, “Then why don’t you guys just form a team and open a hospital together?”
Ruh shrugged, like it was no big deal, “We already have seven hospitals all over India.”
We all nearly choked on air.
“Okay, fine, my girlfriend is rich,” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for only her to hear. To which she narrowed her eyes and a soft chuckle escaped from her mouth.
Tanya looked baffled, “Then why are you guys living here? Shouldn’t you be in a huge mansion or something?”
Ruh answered calmly, “Because this house is suitable for our family, and my parents love this place because it was the first house they bought from their own earnings. Besides, bigger houses mean more cleaning.”
Everyone stared at her.
And just like that, the function continued, filled with laughter, teasing, and complete chaos.
We played games with family, pulled pranks on each other, and had a group dance.
Vani and Tanya ended up in a heated debate over Bollywood songs.
And I?
I sat beside Ruh, watching her smile, feeling completely at peace.
Even in the middle of all this madness, she is my calm.
β’β’β’β’β’
As everyone started leaving, Ruh went with my mom to scrape off her dried mehndi. Mom told her to do it in a corner and reminded her not to use water.
Seeing the perfect chance, I tiptoed toward her. She was sitting on a chair, carefully applying some oil to her hands to make the mehndi stain darker.
But then, my eyes drifted to her phone screen.
She started scrolling through her phone, her fingers moving absentmindedly.
And then….she liked something.
My curiosity peaked.
I leaned in slightly to peek at her screen to see whose post she had liked.
VARUN?
I frowned. Why is she liking his post?
I squinted at the screen.
What was so special about it?
I huffed, “This guy is always showing up on her feed.”
Ruh flinched slightly at my muttering, then sighed dramatically before turning to glare at me.
Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that out loud.
She frowned at the screen, scrolling, “What?.”
I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes, “Why did you like it? You never like my posts.”
She turned to me, blinking, “What are you saying, Vihaan? I always like your posts. Even that one from two years ago when you won the basketball trophy.”
She said it so casually.
And then-she bit her lip.
Like she just realized what she had confessed.
I blinked.
My lips slowly curled into a smirk. “Ahnnn…..so someone was stalking me?”
But why didn’t I notice before?! Damn it, Vihaan! I should’ve taken a screenshot to tease her forever. I missed a golden opportunity.
She quickly shook her head, trying to look innocent, “I wasn’t stalking! And you-nasty chimpanzee-stop irritating me.”
She turned away, clearly flustered, as she scrolled through her phone again.
She wasn’t even doing anything-just sitting there, lost in her own world-and yet, I couldn’t stop staring.
Her mehndi looked so beautiful, her eyebrows scrunched up every time she saw something, and the way she is focused. Insane.
How is it possible to be this hopelessly, maddeningly consumed by someone-just sitting there, breathing, completely oblivious to the storm she is stirring inside me?
And then-
She muttered something.
Something that fried my brain cells.
“Aren’t guys so hot when they leave their first three buttons open?” she said absentmindedly while looking at her phone.
My brain refused to process.
Did she just-
She suddenly turned her head and met my gaze.
And that’s when she realized what she had just said.
She laughed awkwardly, like she could erase her own words, “Uh-I think I should go.”
Not happening.
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her escape, “Kya keh rahi thi aap? zara phir se farmaiye.”
Her eyes widened as she stuttered, “Ahh…I was just saying…you know…shirts, buttons open and…uh…you….”
Her words kept tumbling over each other as I stepped closer.
I lowered my voice, making sure every word hit differently, “Ruh, every cell of your body should whisper my name.”
The space between us disappeared, and I smirked as I added, “And since your fantasy is guys with open shirts…..then maybe I should give you a demo.”
I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt’s first button.
Her eyes stayed locked onto me.
She gulped.
Mission: Successfully Accomplished.
I took another step forward.
She took a step back.
The amount of fun I was having? Unmatched.
But then…..Ruh’s gaze changed.
It wasn’t her usual flustered, shy look. This was…..different.
I stopped at the second button.
Why was she looking at me like that?
And then i stopped as i carefully observed her…..
She crossed her arms and smirked, “Why stop at two? Go ahead. I won’t complain-I’ll gladly enjoy the VIEW.”
Huh? Complete 180Β° turn.
My eyes widened in pure shock.
Wait. What?
Where was she learning these blunt replies?
Before I could react, she stepped forward and reached for my third button and tried to unbutton it slowly grazing her finger slightly over my skin.
I instantly grabbed her hand.
I stumbled beacuse of her touch and that’s how we both ended up tumbling onto the bed.
I landed beneath her, and her hair fell all over my face.
What happened to my sweet, shy, easily flustered Ruh. And yet, here she was, smirking down at me like she had just flipped the entire universe on its head.
I squinted at her, still trying to process this sudden shift in personality.
“No DNA test needed-you and your brother clearly share the same split personality disorder,” I muttered under my breath.
She giggled, looking at me.
I blinked up at her, completely speechless.
And then, I murmured, “Ruh, konsa nasha kiya hai?”
Her day-by-day transformation was scaring me.
She grinned and winked, “Aapka.”
Whatttt theee heckk?
Before I could even begin to recover from the heart attack Ruh just gave me, the door suddenly swung open.
Vani and Tanya stood there. Staring or most precisely a little bit shocked.
Ruh tried to get up, but-Her hair got stuck in my shirt buttons.
Of course. Just my luck.
“See, it’s not what you’re thinking!” Ruh immediately tried to explain. Meanwhile, I was just breathing her scent, completely unfazed.
Tanya smirked, “Oh no, we totally believe you. We didn’t know you two were… busy.”
Vani rolled her eyes, “Guys remember, your brother and sister are getting married-not you two. Always doing romance in front of single people like us.”
She sighed dramatically and closed the door. But not before adding, “And if you want to, at least close the door so that single people like us don’t get our eyes burned……And Ruhii, your mom was calling you.”
As the door shut, Ruh sighed in frustration, “Now what will they think about us?”
I casually put my hands behind my head, “Nothing. Just that we’re having our romantic moments.”
“Ahh, this is so embarrassing!” she whined.
I gently removed her hair from my buttons.
As soon as she was free, she sat up straight, smoothing down her hair, fixing the folds of her dress.
“Now don’t think too much,” i said and she nodded.
She whispered softly as she fixed her hair and straightened her dress.
“Accha toh ab main chalti hoon,” she said, turning to leave.
But before she could take another step, I grabbed her hand, pulling her back just slightly. With a playful smirk, I began to sing, “Phir kab miloge?”
She paused, confused for a second, but then realization dawned on her face. A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she continued the lyrics, “Jab tum kahoge?”
Smiling, I pulled her closer, my fingers lacing around her waist, “Jumme raat ko?”
She raised an eyebrow, biting back a giggle before nodding, “Haan haan, aadhi raat ko?”
I leaned in slightly, my voice turning dramatic, “Aa…Kahaan?”
She broke into full laughter, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Wahiii… aapke ghar ke saamne!”
And just like that, she broke the singing chain, shaking her head with a laugh.
“Now, bye! I really have to go,” she said quickly, turning to leave.
But before I could react, she suddenly spun back around, stood on her toes, and pressed a soft kiss to my neck.
I froze.
The warmth of her lips, the faint scent of her lipstick, the way her breath lingered for just a second-it completely knocked the air out of my lungs.
As she pulled back, she smirked, tilting her head slightly, “See? I told you this lipstick shade suits you,” she teased, pointing at the faint mark she had left behind.
Then, she glanced at my still unbuttoned shirt and shook her head, “And Mr. Boyfriend, your shirt buttons better not open for any other girl like this.”
Before I could even process her words, she quickly buttoned up my shirt, her fingers working swiftly.
Then, as if she hadn’t just wrecked my entire existence, she ruffled my hair, flashing me one last sweet smile before turning to leave.
I just stood there.
Completely frozen.
Heart racing, mind spinning, utterly lost in Ruhland.
Then-thud.
I fell straight onto the bed, clutching my chest to calm my heartbeat.
She is making me insane for her.
And just when I thought I couldn’t fall any further-I rolled right off the bed.
But even as I hit the floor, I didn’t snap out of it. Still stuck in Ruhland.
The Haldi and wedding were filled with fun and happy moments.
But as the night ended, the house became quiet. The bidaai moment had arrived, and it finally hit everyone-Prisha was leaving her home to start a new life with Kunal.
She stood at the doorstep, her bridal lehenga trailing behind her, shimmering under the soft glow of the house lights.
Her hands, adorned with intricate henna, trembled as she clutched the end of her dupatta. A lump formed in her throat when she looked at her father, Yuvraaj, who sat in a corner, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Her mother, Adhya, stood beside him, trying to comfort him, “Yuvraaj ji, saamne wale hi ghar ja rahi hai, aap milte rahenge usse.”
(Yuvraaj ji, she’s just moving to the house opposite. You will still get to meet her)
But her words did little to soothe him. He shook his head, wiping his tears roughly, “My Pri is going…how will I live without her?”
Prisha had been holding herself together, but the moment she saw her father breaking down, her resolve crumbled.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she crouched in front of him, taking his hands in hers, “Papa… if you do this, how will I leave?” she whispered.
He looked at her with glassy eyes and kissed her forehead.
Prisha let out a teary laugh, resting her forehead on his shoulder, “Papa, you don’t want to make me sad, right? Then you won’t cry, promise?”
Before Yuvraaj could respond, Akshat-who had been watching silently, walked over to his best friend and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
His voice was gentle yet firm, “Prisha ab hamare ghar aa rahi hai, hum log uska khayal rakhenge. Aur saamne wale hi ghar mein hai. Tujhe agar mann kare toh hamare saath mein chal, wahi reh lena.”
(Prisha is coming to our house now, we’ll take care of her. And beisde, she’s just in the house opposite. If you want, you can stay there too.”)
Yuvraaj turned to him dramatically, “Yes, I’m coming too!”
The room, heavy with tears moments ago, suddenly burst into laughter.
Adhya quickly caught her husband’s arm,”Ye apki beti ka ghar hai, aap wahan aise nhi ja sakte.”
She shook her head at him, “Sochiye, agar Pri ki shaadi kahin dur hoti toh aapka kya haal hota?”
(This is your daughter’s home now, you can’t just go there.
Think, what if Prisha had gotten married somewhere far away? What would you have done?)
Yuvraaj exhaled deeply, as if just realizing the weight of her words. He looked at Prisha, then at Kunal.
His playful pout disappeared, replaced by a serious expression as he turned to his son-in-law, “Remember, if you hurt my daughter even a little….wait….I don’t even need to threaten you….my daughter herself will make your life hell.”
Kunal coughed awkwardly, making Prisha roll her eyes.
“Aur Pri, yaad rakhna-agar ye hamesha naak pe gussa rehne wala doctor tumse kuch kahe…..” he started, but Kunal interrupted.
(And Pri, remember-if this forever-angry doctor ever says anything to you)
“As if apki beti mujhe bolne ka mauka degi,” Kunal muttered.
(As if your daughter will even give me a chance to speak)
Ruhanika heard him and giggled.
Kunal glared at her, but she quickly muffled her laughter behind a smile.
Everyone laughed again, but amidst the humor, Prisha’s gaze swept the crowd.
She suddenly frowned, “Mumma, where is Vihuu,”
Adhya gestured toward the terrace, “He hasn’t come down since the wedding ended,” she said softly.
She knew her brother better than anyone-he hated goodbyes.
She quietly made her way up the stairs.
Vihaan sat at the edge of the terrace, staring at the stars, his back to her. His usual posture was gone, replaced by a slumped frame, shoulders tense.
“Vihu…”
He stiffened but didn’t turn.
“Main ja rahi hoon.”
(I’m leaving)
“Toh jao na, aapko roka kisne hai?” His voice was flat, emotionless.
(Then go. Who’s stopping you?)
Prisha sighed and walked closer, kneeling beside him, “Won’t you even say bye?”
He didn’t respond. She reached out and ruffled his hair, just like when they were kids.
“Bye,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ab jaaiye aap.”
She sighed, “Thik hai, ja rahi hoon.”
(Okay then, I’m going)
She turned to leave, taking slow steps, hoping-
And there it was. A sudden grip on her wrist.
Before she could react, Vihaan hugged his elder sister, “Please mat jaaiye, di.”
(Please don’t go, di)
His voice cracked. The confident, mischievous Vihaan, who never showed cried, was now clinging to his sister like a lost child.
Prisha’s heart swelled as she wrapped her arms around him, “Abhi toh bol raha tha jao!”
(Just now you were telling me to leave)
Vihaan sniffled, “Nahi, mat jaayiye.”
(No, don’t go)
She smiled, rubbing his back,”Saamne wale ghar hi ja rahi hoon.”
“Toh mat jao, hum Kunal bhai ko yahan shift kara dete hai!” He muttered.
(Then don’t go! We’ll make Kunal bhai shift here)
She rolled her eyes at his answer as she wiped his tears.
Vihaan, then hesitated before pulling out a box, “I have something for you.”
Vihaan held up a small dollhouse, looking a bit guilty.
“This was your favorite dollhouse when you were a kid-the one I broke. Trust me, it was an accident! I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just playing, and the ball somehow hit it. You cried so much that Mom put it away in the storeroom because you loved it so much. While organizing things there, I found it…..so I fixed it,” he explained.
Prisha stared at the dollhouse, memories flooding her mind.
It felt like just yesterday when she was 12, and her five-year-old little brother had broken her favorite toy. They had fought like enemies at war, even declaring they’d never speak to each other again.
But just a few minutes later, they were sitting side by side, munching on chips and watching her favorite princess movie-Vihaan watching along, even though he hated it, just to say sorry.
Her eyes welled up with emotion, but she quickly blinked back at her tears.
“There’s a little switch under the house. Turn it on,” Vihaan gestured.
She did-and the tiny lights inside the dollhouse flickered on, making it glow beautifully.
“This is so beautiful, Vihu,” Prisha whispered, admiring her childhood treasure.
“I’m sorry, there were some marks on it, so I covered them with decorative tape. I hope you don’t mind,” he said softly, watching her reaction.
Prisha didn’t say anything. Instead, she pulled him into a tight hug.
“You know, you’ll always be my first kid,” she murmured, kissing his forehead.
Vihaan chuckled quietly, hugging her back.
The two sat together for a while, lost in the warmth of their bond reminiscing their childhood, until it was time for Prisha to leave.
Vihaan came downstairs a little later, his eyes slightly red as he watched his sister step into her new life.
She was still right there, but somehow, things felt different.
Ruhanika walked up to him and silently handed him a glass of water.
Vihaan took it, giving her a small nod before taking a sip.
And just like that, the wedding marked a new beginning-for her, for him, and for their family.
β’β’β’β’β’
The morning sun streamed through the windows as Prisha’s pehli rasoi preparations were in full swing. As per tradition, she was to make something sweet for the family. She stood in the kitchen, dressed in a beautiful saree, complete with all the accessories of a newlywed bride.
She had made kheer, was diligently stirring the pot while stealing occasional spoonfuls of sugar.
Prisha sighed, watching the kheer, “I hope this kheer will turn out to be edible…..”
“I’m sure it’s going to be tasty,” Ruhanika assured her, noticing her nervous expression.
Prisha, however, wasn’t convinced,”I mean, I think it’ll be fine. It looks good. But what if it’s too sweet? Or too bland? Or what if-“
Ruhanika cut her off with a laugh and walked to the fridge, pulling out a chocolate bar. She always kept chocolates.
“Here, eat this,” she said, handing it to Prisha, who didn’t hesitate to tear off the wrapper and devour it in seconds.
Just as Prisha was swallowing the last bite, Bua ji entered the kitchen. And just like that, the room’s temperature dropped by ten degrees.
Prisha straightened up immediately, offering a polite greeting. Bua ji merely gave her a half-hearted nod, eyeing her up and down with a look that suggested she was a detective solving a particularly difficult case.
“Hmm… shakal toh theek-thaak lag rahi hai. Umeed karte hain khane layak bhi ho,” Bua ji remarked, making Prisha internally roll her eyes.
(Hmm… You look okay. Let’s hope your food is edible too.)
Before Prisha could speak, Kunal entered.
“Kunal, why did you plan your reception three days later? If it was today, everything would have been done in one go,” bua ji remarked.
Kunal, while preparing a glass of water with soaked seeds, replied, “Prisha has an important meeting at work tomorrow, and today is her friend’s wedding-she has to attend.”
He hold a glass filled with weird-looking seeds floating in water. He gave it to Prisha.
“Kunal, what is this?” she asked.
“It’s healthy,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Kunal, can I not drink this? It looks… weird.”
“Trust me,” he calmly said. “Take one sip. If you don’t like it, I have other alternatives.”
Before Prisha could come up with an excuse, Bua ji decided to add her two cents, “Zyada nakhre mat karo. pi lo isko. Aaj kal ke bacche….uff!”
(Don’t be so picky! Just drink it! Kids these days… uff!)
With a dramatic sigh, she gulped the entire glass down in one go.
Bua Ji, never one to miss a chance to sprinkle some unnecessary drama, sighed and shook her head, “Aaj kal ki ladkiyan badi nazuk hain. Kuch khaane pine ko bolo toh muh ban jaata hai sabka!”
(Girls these days are so delicate. The moment you ask them to eat something, they start making faces!)
Prisha, already having tolerated more than recommended dose of Bua Ji’s taunts, raised an eyebrow, “Sach mein, Bua Ji? Matlab aapke zamaane mein aap patthar chabaati thi kya?”
(Really, Bua Ji? So in your time, you used to chew on stones?)
Kunal, who was casually drinking his seed mixed water, nearly choked at his wife’s response.
Bua Ji gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if Prisha had just stabbed her with a butter knife, “Haye, Look at this! This girl have even learned to talk back”
Prisha flashed her a sweetly dangerous smile, “Bua Ji, I’m just learning. You’re the expert in this field, right?”
Aashika and Ruhanika covered their mouths, muffling their giggles.
Meanwhile, Kunal-completely entertained-leaned back, watching the live comedy show in front of him.
Bua Ji, clearly not pleased, turned to Kunal and dramatically complained, “Kunal, dekh rahe ho apni biwi ko? Ek din bhi nahi hua shaadi ko aur yeh behas kr rahi hai!”
(Kunal, are you seeing your wife? It hasn’t even been a day since the wedding, and she’s already arguing)
Kunal, the whipped husband that he is replies, “Jii Bua Ji, dekh raha hoon… Kitni sundar lag rahi hai meri biwi!”
(Yes, Bua Ji, I’m seeing… How beautiful my wife looks)
And with that, he casually leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Prisha’s forehead right in front of everyone.
Prisha, caught completely off guard, turned bright red. Her face heated up.
Bua Ji? Froze in absolute horror.
Kaki, their cook, let out a loud whistle, shaking her head in approval.
Aashika and Ruhanika lost it completely, clutching their stomachs as they laughed.
Meanwhile, Kunal, like the dutiful husband, calmly started setting up the breakfast table, acting as if he hadn’t just shocked half the household with his public display of affection.
Bua Ji stomped her foot angrily and stormed out of the room.
The moment she disappeared, the entire room exploded into laughter.
With the food ready, everyone gathered at the dining table.
“Good morning, Dadu,” Prisha greeted her grandfather-in-law, who smiled warmly and blessed her.
As she placed the kheer on the table, she decided to lighten the mood-note the sarcasm.
“Dadu, pata hai? Aaj subah maine ek news padhi…”Ek nayi naveli bahu ne apne taane maarne waale rishtedaar ki kheer me zehar mila diya” Prisha started, her eyes flickering mischievously toward Bua ji.
(Dadu, did you hear the news? A newlywed bride poisoned her annoying relative)
Kunal gasped dramatically, “Really?”
Ruhanika, already enjoying the drama, took a sip of water to hide her laughter.
“Exactly! The poor girl probably got tired of hearing taunts all day,” Prisha continued with a fake sigh.
“You’re absolutely right! Judgmental relatives are the most annoying species,” Kunal’s mom, Ankita, chimed in, glancing at Bua ji.
Prisha, suddenly passed a bowl of kheer to Bua ji, smirked, “bua ji, kheeeer taste kriye.”
Bua ji hesitated, “No, thank you. I don’t like sweets that much.”
Across the table, Aashika and Ruhanika immediately exchanged knowing glances before bursting into muffled laughter.
“Aashika…Ruhanika, stop laughing where are your table manners,” Bua ji scolded.
Before she could launch another lecture, Dadu came to their rescue.
“It’s fine, they’re just kids. A little fun at the table is normal in a family,” he said kindly.
Ignoring everything, Bua ji demanded, “Pass me the oats!”
Prisha, ever the adarsh bahu, sweetly handed her the bowl. Bua ji took a spoonful-only to immediately make a disgusted face, “What is this? It’s bitter. Did you do this on purpose?”
Prisha blinked innocently, “Uhh… nope? Everyone is eating the same oats, Bua ji….Maybe it’s your taste buds that are weird?”
Kunal sat back, thoroughly enjoying the drama. Knowing his wife very well.
Before things could escalate, Akshat finally snapped.
“Enough. If you don’t like the food, the kitchen is open. Cook for yourself,” he said firmly.
But Bua ji wasn’t done, “What if she put something poison in it?”
Kunal muttered under his breath, “Zehar bhi kaafi nahi hoga aapko chup karane ke liye…”
(Even poison wouldn’t be enough to shut you up….)
Prisha heard him and giggled before quickly composing herself, putting on an innocent face.
Eventually, Bua ji huffed off to her room, leaving the rest of the family to enjoy a finally peaceful breakfast.
As they finished eating, everyone gifted Prisha and Ruhanika gave her a card and got her a small pendant.
“Aww, it’s so pretty! Ruhii, help me wear it!” Prisha beamed, touched by the sweet gesture.
Kunal stood up and then leaned in to the table, pretending to grab some fruit, and whispered huskily, “Finish breakfast and then come to the bedroom. Me and your gift both are waiting, biwi ji.”
Prisha choked on her juice, glancing around to make sure no one heard.
She turned to Ruhanika, “Ruhii, tumhare bhai ko kbhi kbhi daure padte hain”
Ruhanika, confused, “Huh?”
Prisha shook her head, “forget it Ruhii….you eat first”
And with that, Prisha’s pehli rasoi ended in chaos, laughter and…..a mysterious bitter bowl of oats.
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That night, Ruhanika carefully sneaked out to meet Vihaan. He would be leaving soon, and she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
They went to the same terrace, sitting together and talking for hours, cherishing the quiet moments.
After returning to her room, she smiled to herself, relieved that no one had caught her. Feeling thirsty, she decided to go downstairs for some water.
But as soon as she stepped into the living room, she froze.
Her dad was sitting there, emotionless, his eyes unreadable.
A wave of fear washed over her.
Did he get to know?
“Dad, you’re awake this early? Is everything okay?” she asked cautiously, her heart pounding.
Instead of answering, he silently placed some papers on the table and slid them toward her.
Confused, Ruhanika stepped closer and looked at them carefully.
The moment she realized what they were, the floor beneath her seemed to disappear.
Her chest tightened, hands trembling uncontrollably. It felt like the walls were closing in, trapping her in a space where she couldn’t breathe.
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