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After last night, today the entire family had gathered at my house to finalize the wedding dates.
Apparently, both Vihaan and I can’t wait to get married soon.
By the time I got home in the evening, my duty was done and thankfully my shift ended earlier than usual. I was drained to the bone, and my research work was still pending I had to work on this too.
After a long refreshing shower, I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a dress. Okay Ruhii, you need to look decent. Not too extra, not too dull.
I settled on a soft beige suit with silver and pastel embroidery along the neckline, sleeves, and hem. The matching dupatta had delicate borders that made it look elegant.
Standing in front of the mirror, I dried my hair properly and pinned back a few strands with a clutcher. My face still looked pale from the day, so I added a little lip tint, blush, and eyeliner.
Better. At least now I look like a living human and not a zombie doctor.
It was already past 8 when I picked up my phone and finally walked downstairs. Each step made my heart thump louder.
Why do I feel like I am going for viva instead of a wedding date discussion?
Okay Ruhanika start revising to distract yourself from this nervousness.
The living room was buzzed with soft chatter, the table in between was crowded with tea cups, water glasses, and snack plates.
Atharv, of course, was glued to his gaming tablet in his room. I peeked through the open door and saw him completely lost, fingers moving faster than my brain during an exam.
“Ruhii, come here,” Adhya ma’am called warmly-i mean Adhya mumma.
Quickly adjusting my dupatta, I walked in and sat beside her.
My eyes, traitors as always, immediately searched for Vihaan. He wasn’t there.
Where is he?
Then I spotted him near the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear, and the brows furrowed. But the second he ended the call and saw me, his expression softened. He slid his phone into his pocket and walked toward us, gaze fixed straight on me.
And then that smile.
Uff!!! Now my heart has officially skipped into another dimension.
He sat down beside me, and I instinctively shifted, giving him space.
“What took you so long?” he asked in a low voice.
“I was getting ready,” I whispered, my throat suddenly dry.
Translation: I was trying not to look like a witch in front of you.
He gave a faint smile and, under the cover of my dupatta, slipped his hand into mine. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, making my pulse sprint like it was in some marathon.
Dad’s voice broke through, calm but firm, “Umm, Ruhanika and Vihaan, there are two dates available. One is after seven months, and the second is after one month. Which one-“
“After one month,” Vihaan and I blurted together before he could finish.
The room froze for a second, then erupted in laughter.
Dad gave us both a sharp look, his brows raised. My face heated instantly. I bit my lip and stared at my lap. Great. Just great.
Ruhii, could you look any more desperate? Oh wait-you just did.
But who cares?
“Both of them are way too desperate,” Prisha bhabhi teased, rocking baby Aarvi gently.
The teasing only made everyone chuckle more. Meanwhile, I was busy trying to disappear into my dupatta while my cheeks turned crimson.
“Accha, accha, now don’t tease them,” Adhya mumma said, smiling warmly. “So it’s settled, the wedding will be after a month. But we need to start preparations right away. There’s a lot to do.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“So, it’s decided then?” Dad confirmed, scanning everyone’s faces.
When he turned to me and asked, “Ruhii?”, making me straightened a little.
“Yes,” I replied softly.
That was all he needed, “Okay.”
Beside me, Vihaan’s hand tightened around mine under the dupatta, his fingers pressing into my skin gently, reassuringly. I almost let out a giggle.
Leaning close to my ear, he whispered, “Congratulations, to-be my wife.”
His thumb moved in slow circles on the back of my hand.
I turned slightly, hiding my smile.
“Congratulations, to-be my husband,” I replied in the same low tone.
He chuckled under his breath, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat made us both straighten immediately.
We pulled our hands apart quickly as Kunal bhai’s gaze landed on us. His expression was neutral, but his eyes had already caught what was hidden under the dupatta. But he didn’t say anything.
“Yes, finally the wedding season is here,” Prisha bhabhi murmured, her attention still on Aarvi as she caressed the baby’s cheeks lovingly.
Mumma got up, clapping her hands together with excitement.
“Let me bring sweets for everyone,” she said before disappearing into the kitchen. I shook my head at her excitement, though a smile tugged at my lips.
At that moment, Atharv ran in from his room and climbed onto Kunal bhai’s lap, curiosity written all over his face.
“Whose wedding?” he asked, his small eyes darting from one face to another.
Kunal bhai cleared his throat, but Vihaan leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
“It’s mine and your bua’s wedding,” he announced in a playful tone.
Kunal bhai immediately shot him a look, but Vihaan only smirked.
Atharv blinked, confused.
“Why are you marrying my bua?” he asked, tilting his head.
I chuckled, covering my mouth with my hand to hide my laughter.
“Because your bua wants to marry me……She can’t resist me,” Vihaan teased. He said the last part was close to my ear, his voice so low only I could hear. My eyes widened, and I rolled them at him while suppressing a smile.
Atharv gasped dramatically, as if he had discovered a great secret.
“Then I will call her mami?” he asked seriously.
Vihaan nodded,”Yes, exactly.”
“But she is my bua,” Atharv repeated, frowning harder. I couldn’t help but laugh softly at his innocent confusion.
“Yes, but after marriage, she’ll be your mami too,” Vihaan explained, leaning forward to meet Atharv’s eyes.
“Offo, kitna confusion hai!” Atharv muttered, hitting his forehead with his little hand.
The entire room burst out laughing at his reaction, while I giggled uncontrollably, unable to stop myself.
Soon Mumma entered the room carrying a big steel tray filled with sweets. Her face was glowing with excitement.
“Here, everyone have some,” she said happily, starting with Dad.
Dad took a sweet but only ate half of it. On the other hand, Yuvraaj uncle grabbed two or three pieces of kaju katli at once and stuffed them in his mouth. Adhya mumma shook her head at his antics, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Mumma then brought the tray toward us. She held it out, and I picked up a kaju katli. Without thinking much, I held it in front of Vihaan’s mouth. He looked at me briefly before leaning forward and taking a small bite. Just small bite, huh, He never liked sweets much.
Before he could feed me the remaining piece, I quickly popped the rest into my mouth myself. Because i couldn’t control myself.
My cheeks puffed up as I chewed. His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows rising at me in silent question.
I quickly swallowed half-chewed bits and spoke, my words tumbling out in a slightly muffled tone, “Oops, sorry… woh…. I couldn’t resist myself after seeing kaju katli. You can feed me another piece.”
My voice came out a little gibberish because of chewing, and I felt my face heating up.
Vihaan just shook his head slowly, amusement flickering in his eyes, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss on my forehead in front of everyone.
A sharp whistle cut through the room.
“Ahmm!” Prisha bhabhi teased, grinning from ear to ear.
My stomach fluttered at the sudden gesture, heat rushing up my neck. I quickly looked down to hide my blush, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
I stood up a second later, still embarrassed. Vihaan also got up, taking a piece of sweet in his hand, and walked over to Kunal bhai.
“Kunal, thoda sa muskuraaiye na… ye sade hue karele jaisi shakal kyu bana rakhi hai?” Prisha bhabhi said, tilting her head at him.
Kunal bhai sighed loudly and gave her a forced smile that looked more painful than cheerful.
He is grumpy and stubborn.
I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my laugh. His face looked like he was being punished.
“Sadma lag gaya shayad jiju ko,” Vihaan smirked as he passed the sweet to Kunal bhai.
Kunal bhai reluctantly opened his mouth and took the bite, “I still don’t like you,” he muttered under his breath.
Vihaan patted his shoulder, grinning, “Well, I also don’t like you. But since you are my soon-to-be wife’s brother, I’ll try to tolerate you… saale sahab.”
Kunal bhai shot him a long stare, and I suddenly remembered the exact same thing Kunal bhai once said to Vihaan in the past. The memory hit me, and I burst out laughing at the irony.
Before I could laugh too much, I heard Adhya mumma’s voice, “Ruhanika.”
I turned my head quickly. She was sitting beside me and held out a wooden box toward me. It looked old, with an antique texture, almost like it had been preserved carefully.
I hesitated for a moment, then reached for it. She opened it in front of me, smiling softly. Inside was a set of pastel-colored bangles-soft teal, mint, yellow, pink, and green, all decorated with tiny beads. They looked so delicate and beautiful, almost too pretty to touch.
“I always wanted to give you this,” she said warmly.
My eyes flicked to hers, then back to the bangles.
“Oh… these are Vihaan’s Nani’s bangles. She saved them for her granddaughter-in-law,” she explained, her voice gentle yet proud.
I froze. My fingers twitched nervously as I stared at them. A wave of hesitation washed over me. These were precious. Too precious. My throat tightened with a mix of nervousness.
Is it okay for me to take this? They belong to his family.
I fiddled with my fingers, unsure, until Adhya mumma chuckled lightly at my visible nervousness.
Vihaan noticed me struggling and nudged my elbow, giving me a reassuring look.
I leaned closer to him slightly and whispered in a small voice, “Kya mai ise apne paas rakh sakti hoon?”
My eyes stayed fixed on those pastel shades as if I couldn’t look away.
Vihaan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took out a few bangles, choosing the soft green ones, pairing them with teal and pink to form a set. Then, without hesitation, he held my wrist gently.
“Bilkul ye bhi aapka hai aur mai bhi aapka hoon” he said softly, his voice low but clear.
As he slid the bangles onto my wrist, I felt the room go silent. Everyone’s eyes were on us, but all I could feel was the warmth of his hand against mine and the light ticklish sensation as the bangles slid into place. My cheeks burned, and I could barely breathe properly.
When he finished, I pulled my hand slightly and shook it just a little, the soft sound of the bangles making me smile.
But reality hit me-I was sitting in front of everyone. My face turned even redder.
Why am I embarrassing myself today so much.
Adhya mumma leaned closer and kissed my forehead.
“I can’t wait to welcome you. And now don’t you dare call me ma’am again,” she said in a firm yet affectionate tone.
I nodded quickly, almost like a schoolgirl being scolded, and everyone laughed softly at my nervous expression.
In that moment, everything felt so real. My heart was racing, my cheeks were burning, and yet, there was a strange comfort in it all.
After everything was settled, I stood up to help Mumma set the dining table.
Aarvi was in safe hands-two wise men, my brother and my soon-to-be husband. The sight itself made me smile. The way they were discussing something seriously while Aarvi just stared at them with her big, innocent eyes, giggling and waving her tiny hands, it looks so adorable.
In the kitchen, Mumma was busy checking the food.
“Ruhii, heat the curry,” Mumma said, and I quickly did.
When I finished, I couldn’t stop myself, I went and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin lightly on her shoulder.
“What happen?” she asked, her hand gently caressing my arm.
“Nothing… I am just… really happy,” I admitted, my voice soft but steady.
She smiled, a warm, proud smile that made my heart swell, “I can see that. You have made your choice, and you’re stepping into this next chapter of your life with your heart in the right place.”
I leaned back slightly, resting my head against her shoulder, ” hmm…but I can’t help the tiny flutter in my chest. You know, that little fear I always feel when something big changes?”
Her eyes softened, glistening faintly, “Ah, my girl, that flutter is just your heart reminding you that this matters, that you’re about to step into something meaningful. Feeling a little nervous is normal-it’s part of growing up, of taking a step forward.”
I let out a small laugh, half nervous, half relieved, “So… it’s okay to feel scared, even when I am sure?”
Mumma pressed a gentle kiss on my temple, “Absolutely. You’re choosing your life with your heart, and that’s all that matters.”
I hugged her tighter, “I know I haven’t been there for you all the time…I missed so many moments with you,” she whispered, her voice catching slightly. “But now you’re growing up, making your own choices, and I feel so proud of you.”
I held her even tighter, feeling the warmth of her words settle inside me.
“Mumma…” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
“I have always wished for my children to be happy,” she added, her voice steady but tender, as if finally making up for all the times she hadn’t been able to hold me through my fears.
I felt tears prick my eyes, a mix of relief, gratitude, and love swelling inside me. Then she chuckled lightly and nudged me gently.
“Now don’t make get too emotional, otherwise my son in law will lift the whole house on his head,” she teased, and I laughed softly through my tears, the perfect mix of warmth and playfulness sealing the moment.
We set the table together, and soon I called everyone. They all gathered, and I sat beside Vihaan as dinner began.
After dinner, I changed into my night suit. By then, Atharv had already gone to sleep. Aarvi had her usual routine-sleeping, waking, crying, then sleeping again, keeping everyone alert. Finally, we all gathered in the hall for a movie night-me, Prisha bhabhi, and Kunal bhai.
The movie ended late. I turned toward Bhai, suddenly serious.
“Bhai, we need to have a serious discussion,” I said, sitting upright on the sofa, trying to sound firm.
Prisha bhabhi looked at me curiously, tilting her head, while Bhai raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and suspicion, “Hmm? About what?”
I shifted a little, crossing my legs and placing my hands on my knees to steady myself, “You are not going to act grumpy with Vihaan from now on.”
His eyes narrowed, and he leaned back slightly, crossing his arms.
“Why?” His tone was short.
I leaned forward, fixing him with my gaze.
“Because you can’t keep talking like that with My Man,” I said, emphasizing the last part, my fingers curling slightly into fists on my lap.
I felt heat rise to my cheeks-okay, maybe I was more protective than I wanted to admit.
He gave me a long, exaggerated look, tilting his head as if weighing my words.
“You know I don’t like him,” he said, as though it was written on my forehead that he was being dramatic.
Prisha bhabhi frowned lightly, her brows knitting together.
“And may I ask you why?” she asked, her voice tinged with gentle offense, making me bite back a laugh.
“I have three reasons,” Bhai announced, like he was delivering a grand speech.
We both waited, leaning forward slightly, caught in the suspense he clearly thought he was building.
“First: he is annoying.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I almost felt them pop, crossing my arms tightly.
Really, this again? I thought, trying not to laugh at how serious he looked.
“Second: he is annoying.”
I huffed, exasperated mixing with amusement.
“Seriously?” I muttered under my breath, lowering my gaze for a moment as I tried to hide the smirk tugging at my lips.
“And let me tell you the third-” I said as he leaned closer, his eyes narrowing dramatically, trying to look serious. “YOU Are Annoying.”
Bhabhi, sitting beside me, laughed so hard that her head tilted back, and I couldn’t help but join in.
“That, I agree with,” she said between giggles, wiping a tear from her eye.
I ended up nudging her lightly with my elbow, laughing along with her, giving her a quick high-five.
Meanwhile my brother is just sitting processing my words.
“Bhai, he is so nice. You can’t act like this,” I continued, my fingers tapping nervously on my knee as I tried to sound convincing.
Inside, I was a little proud of how protective I felt for Vihaan.
“Really? Why is he so nice?” he said, rolling his eyes in exaggerated disbelief.
“You won’t understand,” I muttered, lowering my gaze, trying to hide the faint blush creeping up my cheeks.
Prisha bhabhi smirked at me.
He tilted his head, confused at my words.
“Yes, and you can’t insult my brother like that,” Bhabhi said, defending Vihaan softly, her tone gentle but firm.
“Weren’t you the one insulting him earlier?” Bhai looked at her, frowning slightly.
Bhabhi flipped her hair lightly, “That’s different. Only i am allowed to insult my brother.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking my head at their bickering.
Just then, Aarvi started crying softly.
Prisha bhabhi picked her up gently and stood, “I think she’s hungry. I’ll just go and feed her,” she said, smiling lightly.
“Okay, you are going to be a nice brother-in-law. No more sulking. And whenever you meet Vihaan, you will give him a smile,” I said, taking his arm lightly.
“Why smile?” he asked, clearly irritated, but I noticed the slight twitch of amusement in his eyes.
“Because I said so,” I replied firmly, rolling my eyes.
He sighed.
“You know…I don’t hate him. He’s nice. Actually, he is a good person. But he always gets on my nerves,” he admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
I giggled softly, “Yes, but still. He’s so precious to me. I love him so much.”
Bhai looked at me carefully, “Why do you love him so much?”
I blinked, steadying my voice, “That’s exactly what Dad asked me. And my answer is the same. There is no reason. No reason can ever explain my love for him.”
His expression softened, though he stayed quiet, letting me speak.
“But.. do you know when I realized I loved him beyond anything?” I asked, lowering my voice.
He looked at me silently, waiting.
“When I decided to heal. Not for myself, but for him,” I said, my throat tightening slightly.
Every step I took to get better, it was for him because I couldn’t bear to see him hurt because of me. I couldn’t bear to stay away from him.
His eyes softened. I thought, letting a small comfort settle inside me.
“I still carry guilt…guilt of hurting him. I never wanted to. When the doctor said it wasn’t just normal anxiety, my mind was overpowering my thoughts…I thought I’d be stuck forever. That I’d lose him. That he’d hate me for hurting him. But he didn’t. He never blamed me. He was just there. Always there. And so, I tried to be better-for him.”
My voice trembled. Tears filled my eyes, and Bhai immediately pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back gently.
“Stop crying, Ruhii,” he whispered softly, his voice steadying me.
“I just love him so much. I want him in every page of my book,” I whispered, clinging to him.
“I know,” he said quietly. “I know everything.”
I sniffled, “When he graduated and got his dream job, I was so happy for him. We weren’t together then, but I still prayed for him. Prayed for him to have everything. Maybe I was selfish too, because I wanted him for myself as well. Later, when the distance grew between us, I got scared. I felt that familiar tightness in my chest that fear creeping back. And then…he came back. To me.”
I smiled faintly at the memory, “That night I couldn’t sleep, knowing he was just a wall away.”
“You love him that much?” Bhai asked quietly.
“To the stars and beyond,” I said, showing him the little star pendant Vihaan gave me.
Bhai smiled softly and kissed my forehead.
“I just want you both to be happy. That’s all,” he said, his voice low, almost like a prayer.
I hugged him tighter, “See? You don’t hate him.”
“I do,” he said lightly, but then smiled, breaking the seriousness.
We sat like that for a while, until we heard Prisha bhabhi murmuring softly to Aarvi, who was refusing to sleep again.
I turned and smiled-Aarvi was cooing back at her, almost like replying.
“What happened?” Bhai asked.
“Your daughter isn’t in the mood to sleep,” Bhabhi sighed, passing little Aarvi into my arms.
I caressed her chubby cheeks, and she gave me a tiny smile. My heart melted.
Bhabhi sat back down and leaned on Bhai.
“Kunal, I am hungry. Please make something,” she said, her tone soft.
I checked the time, it was almost midnight.
“Yes, Bhai, make something for us,” I said.
He sighed, looking at us like we were a bit of a handful, then finally stood and walked toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
“Since evening you’re blushing nonstop, what’s the reason?” Prisha bhabhi teased, looking at me with a mischievous smile.
I felt my face heat up again and quickly lowered my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t notice how red I had turned. But of course, she noticed everything.
She leaned closer, whispering softly, “I had a hard time dealing with your grumpy brother. But look at you-my brother has already become a gone case for you. You don’t even need to do anything.”
She sat back for a second, then leaned toward me again with a playful grin.
“But if you want, I can give you some… after-marriage tips, you know what I mean…..” She winked.
“Bhabhiii!” I whined in embarrassment, hiding my face with my palm while she laughed freely at my reaction. My ears were burning, and I couldn’t even look at her.
“Okay, okay, I won’t tease you anymore,” she said finally, still smiling as if she was enjoying my state.
To distract myself, I shifted my focus to Aarvi, who was lying in my lap. I gently played with her tiny fingers, letting out a soft giggle as she scrunched her nose and made little baby noises.
“She’s so adorable,” I murmured, stroking her cheek carefully.
Prisha bhabhi suddenly gasped in amusement.
“Oh gosh! Did you see that? She’s scrunching her nose exactly like her father,” She placed a hand dramatically on her chest and shook her head.
I laughed at her expression, while she leaned toward Aarvi and said in a mock-serious tone, “My baby, please don’t take your father’s grumpy personality. Be like your mumma, okay?”
Aarvi scrunched her nose again as if responding, making me laugh even harder and prisha bhabhi sulked looking at her antics.
Just then, Kunal bhai finally came back with a plate of sandwiches. He looked a little tired but quietly placed the plate on the table. We all began eating. Prisha bhabhi, of course, didn’t leave me alone.
Since Aarvi had dozed off in my arms, wrapped snugly in her soft blue blanket, bhabhi feed me bites of the sandwich.
After a while, I carefully handed her over to Kunal bhai. He gently took her in his arms, holding her close before walking toward their room. I admired the way he carried her so protectively.
Finally, I went to my own room. As soon as I entered, I felt a little emptiness-I was missing him. Vihaan had some work to finish, and it already felt strange not having him around. I sighed, telling myself to stay busy, so I sat down to go through a few patient cases for my research paper work.
After some time, when I felt my eyes growing heavy, I put the files away and lay down. I hugged Skully putting him on the corner of my bed. On my bedside table, the little basket with five tiny penguins caught my eye. I reached out and adjusted them carefully, smiling to myself.
“They look so cute,” I whispered before finally closing my eyes, still wishing he was here.
β’β’β’β’β’
In the morning, Yuvraaj uncle came over and everyone sat together to finalize the wedding functions. The idea was to set the dates and plan everything so that we could apply for holidays accordingly.
Dad even took a day off from work, and both Bhai and I adjusted our schedules so that we could cover up our hospital duties before taking a couple of weeks off. I also applied for my leave.
Bhai and Bhabhi had to take Aarvi to the hospital for her checkup.
Poor baby wasn’t feeling well because of this sudden weather change-it was raining on and off, and she had been a little cranky since last night.
Meanwhile, I was sitting with Atharv, trying to make him eat his breakfast.
“Atharv, eat properly and finish everything,” I said, giving him a stern look as he kept playing with his toy dinosaurs instead of focusing on food.
“Bua, after getting married you’ll live with Mamu, right?” he asked suddenly, looking up at me with big questioning eyes.
I paused for a second, then narrowed my eyes at him and slowly nodded.
His lips curved into a pout, “why?”
“We can ask Mamu to shift here, right?” he said innocently.
I chuckled at his suggestion and shook my head.
“We’ll see. But first finish your food,” I gently moved his plate closer and fed him a bite.
He finally gave up and started eating.
Once he finished, I took him to get ready for school. I buttoned his shirt properly, tied his shoelaces, and packed his bag, making sure to put in all the essentials.
“Atharv, today you have a test, right? Do you remember everything?” I asked while adjusting his collar.
He nodded quickly.
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
He nodded again.
“Okay then, tell me number names and also do the counting.”
He started reciting but got stuck in the middle. I patiently corrected him, and after a few tries, he did it right.
“Good boy,” I smiled proudly, patted his head, and kissed his forehead.
When we came outside, Vihaan was already waiting.
He looked so neat and sharp, wearing a pastel blue shirt tucked perfectly into black trousers, the creases crisp as if straight out of a clothing ad. He had sunglasses on, even though it was cloudy and drizzling-it was August, so the weather was all over the place.
Seriously, what’s the point of sunglasses in this weather? It’s not that I am complaining.
“Good morning, Mamu!” Atharv ran toward him and jumped into his arms.
Vihaan lifted him easily, tickled his sides, and Atharv burst out laughing.
As he carried Atharv, he walked toward me.
“Atharv, look there, a dinosaur is flying,” he said, pointing to the sky.
Atharv tilted his head up in excitement, actually trying to see the dinosaur.
At the same time, Vihaan leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on my cheek, whispering softly, “Good morning, meri Ruh.”
I froze for a second, my face heating up, but Atharv was quick to ruin the moment.
“Mamu! Didn’t they teach you in school that dinosaurs are extinct? Kitne buddhu ho aap,” he said with his tiny hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at him.
Vihaan smirked.
“No, dinosaurs still exist. Look, I’m carrying one right now,” he teased, bouncing Atharv in his arms.
Atharv pouted instantly, “Don’t call me a dinosaur.”
Vihaan chuckled and finally placed him inside the car. Then he turned back to me, adjusting his sunglasses.
“Are you going to the hospital?” he asked.
“No, I have an evening shift today,” I replied, folding my arms.
He nodded, about to get inside the car, but I stopped him, “Wait.”
He turned to me, raising an eyebrow.
“Close the second button of your shirt,” I said firmly.
That tiny mole near his collarbone was visible, and it was so distracting. My eyes kept going there, and I didn’t want anyone else to notice.
He frowned slightly, tilting his head.
“Tch tch…so much possessiveness,” He took off his sunglasses slowly and looked at me with that self-obsessed smirk of his.
“Yes, I am very possessive. Now close that button,” I insisted, giving him a look.
He chuckled under his breath but obediently buttoned it up, leaving only the top collar button undone.
“By the way,” he added casually, “Mumma was asking about shopping. Tell me when you are free from your duty. I’ll adjust my schedule accordingly.”
“I’ll check and let you know. I need to adjust my duties so I can take at least two weeks off,” i replied him.
He nodded.
“Mamuuuu!” Atharv’s impatient voice came from the car, breaking our moment.
I sighed and motioned him to go. Vihaan gave me one last smirk before getting in and driving off with Atharv.
I stood there for a second, smiling to myself, then pulled out my phone to text Alia about adjusting my duty schedule. Hospital work is always hectic, and getting leave is not easy.
I entered the living room and saw Dad and Yuvraaj uncle already deep in discussion, almost like an argument. Typical. Looks like this is going to be the mood until the wedding.
When I told Tanya and Vani about it, they got more excited than me.
I sat down with my breakfast while I heard the front door open-Kunal bhaiya and Prisha bhabhi walked in.
“Offo, Kunal, aap na bahut hi khadoos hain,” Prisha bhabhi said, dropping her bag on the side and sitting next to Yuvraaj uncle.
“What? How am I khadoos in this?” Bhaiya frowned, carefully adjusting Aarvi in his arms as she clung to his shirt.
“Really?” Prisha bhabhi shot him a glare.
“What? No one can kiss my daughter in front of me,” Bhaiya said with a straight face, rolling his eyes as if the matter was obvious.
Everyone turned to look at him, and I almost choked on my tea.
“Are you serious, Kunal? The kid was just three years old. And for your information, he only gave her a flying kiss because he found her adorable-of course like her mother, ” Prisha bhabhi crossed her arms, annoyed, flipping her hair.
Dad chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying Kunal bhaiya’s possessiveness.
Yuvraaj uncle shook his head, amused.
“Still, no boy gets to give even a flying kiss,” Bhaiya muttered, hugging Aarvi closer as if shielding her.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Kunal. Kids do this all the time. Stop stressing yourself, you’re getting old,” Yuvraaj uncle said in a deadpan tone.
I stood up and walked over, standing beside Bhaiya to peek at Aarvi. She was silently watching her father with amused eyes.
“Besides, you know what actually happened? Aru was crying after her injection, and that boy sitting next to me made her laugh. He was really sweet-you are just overreacting,” Prisha bhabhi explained, raising her brows dramatically.
She leaned closer to Aarvi, cooing at her, “Even my baby likes his presence, hai na Aru?”
Aarvi gave a little smile, looking at her papa.
I couldn’t help but laugh at Bhaiya’s sulking expression.
Yuvraaj uncle got up and reached out for Aarvi. She happily leaned towards him, giggling as soon as he made a funny face.
“Toh kahavat aisi hai, damad ji,” Uncle teased, smirking at Kunal. “Jo jaisa beej bota hai, waisa hi phal paata hai.”
(So the saying goes, son-in-law)
(As you sow, so shall you reap)
I immediately understood what he meant and giggled.
“Don’t laugh, Ruhii,” Bhaiya turned to me with a mock glare.
That only made me burst into louder laughter.
β’β’β’β’β’
After adjusting my schedule, I managed to apply for leave. The only condition was that I had to cover a few night shifts after the wedding. It was going to be hectic, but I could handle it. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the preparations.
I wore a white chikankari kurti and pants and small jhumkas. Once I was ready, I came downstairs.
I had already asked Vihaan, and he immediately agreed to come with me. I also called Vani and Tanya, but they couldn’t make it, so we planned to shop for some of the other functions together later.
We decided that later bhaiya and bhabhi would come and shop for Aarvi, then collect the bags from us.
Just like her father, she didn’t like crowded places much.
“Ruhii, come on, we’ll get late!”Mumma called out from inside.
“I am coming!” I answered quickly.
When I stepped out, Vihaan was already waiting near the tree outside the house, standing under the shade. I was about to run and hug him, but a sudden throat clearing stopped me. Yuvraaj uncle was also standing there, watching with a grin.
Feeling embarrassed, I froze, but Vihaan casually leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
“Chalein?” he asked softly.
I flushed but nodded, “Chaliye, Mr. Raichand.”
He chuckled, and we left for the shop.
Inside the boutique, we sat for what felt like forever. The salesman had already shown me over thirty designs, but nothing clicked.
“Ruhii, look at this one. It’ll suit you,” Mumma said, pointing to a pastel pink lehenga.
I shook my head, “No, I don’t like it.”
She sighed in frustration. Meanwhile, Dad, Vihaan, and Yuvraaj uncle had gone to the men’s section to check clothes, leaving me even more restless.
I even sent a few photos to Vani and Tanya. They suggested options, but I was still confused.
Finally, I looked at both Mumma and Adhya mumma, “Why don’t you both select something? I’ll just wait for Vihaan to come.”
Both of them exchanged knowing glances.
“Ahmm ahmm,” Prisha bhabhi teased, sitting on the couch with Aarvi in her arms. Aarvi was busy sleeping in her arms, while Atharv was glued to his video game so he wouldn’t run toward the toy section.
Kunal bhaiya was showing Prisha bhabhi some lightweight sarees from the catalogue, and she nodded at a few.
I started walking around the racks. I wanted something shiny but classy, not too heavy.
I stopped in front of one section, staring at the designs when suddenly-
“Thinking about me?” a voice whispered close to my ear.
I jumped and turned, my voice a little bit stern, “When will you stop scaring me like this, Mr. Raichand?”
“Never,” Vihaan chuckled.
He leaned down slightly, holding my cheeks in both his hands and making my lips pout.
“Why does your pretty face look so stressed?” he teased.
I quickly pushed his hands away and hissed, “We are outside. Behave.”
He raised his eyebrows and nodded innocently.
“Did you shop for yourself?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Then what were you doing all this time?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Waiting for you to choose your outfits first. Then I’ll pick mine so we can match,” he said casually, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I softly chuckled at his reply, “But I’m not able to decide. Come and help me.”
I grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the lehengas. After what felt like forty-seven minutes, Vihaan finally picked a lehenga for my engagement. It actually matched my taste, and I sighed in relief.
“Why don’t you check the fitting?” Mumma asked.
I nodded and took the lehenga inside the trial room.
Vihaan tried to follow, but Adhya mumma grabbed his ear.
“Mom!” he whined.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she scolded.
“With Ruh…” he tried to explain.
“Sharam kar, Vihu. Sit here patiently and wait,” she ordered.
I giggled as he mimicked her behind her back. Mumma came with me, held my bag, and I went in to change.
I stepped inside the trial room and was adjusting the lehenga when suddenly the door clicked open.
“Vihaan!” I whisper-shouted, clutching the dupatta to my chest. “What are you doing here?”
He slipped inside and locked the door, pressing his back against it, “Relax. I just came to see how my Ruh is looking in my choice.”
I glared at him, pulling the dupatta tighter, “If Mumma or Adhya mumma see you, I am not saving you.”
He smirked and took a slow step closer, “It’ll be worth the scolding. Now, let me see my Ruh properly.”
He’s actually enjoying this.
I backed up a little, but he caught the end of my dupatta, adjusting it neatly over my shoulder. His fingers brushed my skin lightly, and I froze.
“Much better,” he said softly, eyes locking with mine. “Now you look like the dream I don’t ever want to wake up from.”
And there it is. The line. The one-liner that always makes me forget why I was mad at him in the first place.
“Now please, twirl,” he requested, eyes sparkling like he owned the moment.
“Vihaan!” I hissed, giving his arm a sharp slap.
He laughed under his breath, tilting his head in that infuriatingly charming way, “One spin. Just one. I want to see the full effect.”
Of course. Mr. Dramatic now wants a catwalk inside a trial room.
I folded my arms, “No way.”
“Please,” he said, his voice low, almost coaxing, fingers brushing lightly against mine as he leaned closer. “I’ll shut up for the rest of the day if you do.”
I raised a brow, “You? Shut up? Impossible.”
His nose brushed mine slightly, warm and teasing, “Try me.”
Yep. My brain is officially fried. Who can think straight when he does that?
My heart raced, and I quickly pushed him back, “Fine, one spin and then you’re out.”
I twirl lightly, the lehenga flowing around me. When I stopped, he was watching me with that proud, satisfied smile, his gaze lingering just a moment too long, sending shivers down my spine.
“Perfect,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of my lips softly, making my stomach flutter and my knees weaken.
I blushed furiously, “Out. Now.”
He smirked, unlocking the door, “Fine. But admit it, you would miss me if I left quietly.”
“Dream on,” I muttered, throwing a hanger at him as he slipped out laughing.
I sighed, turning back toward the mirror, adjusting the dupatta again. That’s when I felt it-the sudden slack of the blouse strings at my back. My eyes widened. This blouse is too loose, definitely needs fitting.
Before I could fix it, the door cracked open just a little, and his stupid grin peeked through.
“Forgot something,” Vihaan whispered, slipping inside again.
My eyes nearly popped out, “Vihaan! Get out-“
But he was already behind me, catching the loose strings in his hands. His chest brushed lightly against my back, and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he teased, “Looks like fate wants me here.”
I rolled my eyes as he tried to tie the knot, the zigzag pattern making it tricky. He muttered curses under his breath, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, and rested one hand briefly on my waist for balance.
“Tch tch. You can’t even tie a knot properly,” I teased, watching him from the mirror, my fingers itching to brush against his hand.
“I am only experienced in opening knots,” he said, smirking over his shoulder. “Besides, this is a little complicated.”
I crossed my arms, smiling at him, my heart fluttering every time his warm fingers brushed my skin.
He ignored me, fumbling with the strings anyway. Of course, he messed up the first loop, letting it slip.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Even kids can do this.”
“Don’t underestimate me,” he said, brows furrowed like he was solving rocket science.
I finally grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers, watching him through the mirror, “Like this. Under, over, pull.”
His eyes met mine, glinting mischievously. “Under, over, pull… easy. Maybe I should practice this daily.”
“Vihaan Raichand” I smacked his arm, cheeks flaming, though my hand lingered slightly against his as we moved together.
He tied it properly this time, but his fingers lingered against my back longer than necessary, grazing my skin and resting briefly on my waist. Then, before I could turn to scold him, he leaned in and pressed a quick, teasing kiss just above the knot, brushing my neck softly.
I froze. Did he-did he just-
He smirked at my stunned face and winked at me, “Lesson fee.”
I gaped, speechless.
He winked, slipping out before I could throw anything at him, leaving me flushed, heart racing, and muttering under my breath, “Stupid chimpanzee.”
When I came out, the lehenga fit almost perfectly, though it was a little loose at the waist.
Vihaan is nowhere.
“Now walk,” Mumma instructed.
“Seriously? Just say it looks fine and let’s go,” I whined.
“No, walk properly,” she insisted.
I rolled my eyes and did a small walk. Both Mumma and Adhya mumma nodded in approval.
But my eyes automatically searched for one person.
“Vihu,” Adhya mumma called him out, catching me staring.
He came with that smirk acting all innocent as if he didn’t came inside the trail room.
I immediately blushed and looked away.
Vihaan came over, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw me. He gave me a proud smile as if to say, I knew this would suit you. I couldn’t help smiling back when he mouthed, “Pretty.”
That sealed the deal-I finalized the lehenga.
We still didn’t finalize my wedding dress, because Adhya mumma explained that the wedding lehenga would be sent from the groom’s family.
Later, in the men’s section, Vihaan surprisingly took even more time than me. He was stubborn about choosing outfits that would perfectly match mine for each function.
Finally, after sorting the fittings, we moved to the cosmetics section. After paying, I told Mumma to head home, since it was already late.
Before leaving, I dragged Vihaan to the men’s shirts section.
I picked out a few pastel shades, some darker ones, and three or four crisp white shirts for him.
“I already have enough shirts,” he muttered softly, and I turned to look at him.
“You’ll need new shirts for meetings and events,” I reasoned, holding one in front of him.
He raised an eyebrow.
“And what about my old ones?” His tone was almost challenging.
“Your old ones? The ones that are faded and have stains? We’ll use them as pocha,” I said firmly, and he shook his head.
“Peak wifey behavior, but my poor clothes I’ll miss them” he teased, rolling his eyes.
“But keep these white shirts back. I really have enough,” he insisted, putting them aside. I grabbed them again quickly.
“We are buying them-because they are for my personal use,” I winked at him.
He frowned in confusion at first, then smirked, “Fine.”
“Now, go inside and do a fashion show for me,” I pushed the shirts into his hands, and he groaned before heading into the trial room.
I sat on the couch outside, waiting.
He stepped out one by one in different shirts. I pointed, rejected some, and approved the ones that looked good.
After a few rounds, I clapped my hands, “Okay, we’ll buy these ones.”
He nodded, handing the selected shirts to the staff.
“I’ll pay, don’t worry,” I said, reaching for the bill. But he quickly pulled the shopping bag away.
“I am paying, Ruh. You don’t need to,” he insisted.
I crossed my arms, “What’s the point of me earning, then? I can spoil my future husband if I want, right?”
He sighed, shaking his head, but didn’t argue further. I giggled, went to the counter, and swiped my card.
“Ruh, I’ll take these bags to the car. You go find Prisha di and come with her,” he said as he carried the bags out. I nodded and walked out of the men’s section.
I had a pretty good idea where to find my bhabhi.
On my way, though, my eyes landed on something. I stopped. My heart sped up, and after a moment of hesitation, I slowly walked inside.
The sales girl from the lehenga section spotted me.
“Do you need something, ma’am?” she asked politely.
I bit my lip, feeling nervous. But then, gathering courage, I looked at her and asked, “Umm… do you have this piece in maroon color?”
She blinked, then led me to the rack, “Yes, ma’am, we do.”
“Then….pack it for me,” I said quickly, almost in one breath.
She looked surprised, “Your family is billing items already. Should I add this to the same-“
“No!” My voice came out louder than intended. She stared at me.
“I mean…. I’ll pay separately,” I explained more quietly.
She nodded, packed the piece, and handed it to me. I paid by card and clutched the bag as I walked out.
And there she was-Prisha bhabhi-standing with her usual mischievous smirk.
Aarvi and Atharv weren’t with her, so I guessed they were with bhai.
She looked straight at the bag in my hand and smirked wider, “Not bad, Ruhii.”
I bit my lip nervously.
“Why are you here?” I asked, trying to change the topic.
“Come on, I also needed to buy something,” she said casually, flipping her hair.
I sighed. She had no filter, and I already knew she was going to tease me endlessly.
After that, we both went to shop for Aarvi’s clothes. Tiny baby girl dresses were so cute, I couldn’t stop smiling. We also picked some clothes for Atharv.
By the time we finished, all of us were tired, so we grabbed some food before heading back. It was already late, and we realized we’d only managed half the shopping.
Dad and Mom weren’t able to join us, and neither did I have enough time, so we focused on the main things. And Adhya mumma said she will handle the rest.
I woke up in the morning, mom had already gone to school early to check copies, and dad had run off for wedding shopping in the early morning-typical dad things.
Ruh was in the hospital, and I still had three hours before office. I made myself a cup of coffee and decided to check Ruh’s lehnga delivery. Tracking ID said it had arrived. Just seeing the picture made me grin-she would look beautiful in it.
The bell rang and i walked to the door and opened it slightly.
“Adhya ma’am is here?” Someone asked, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
A boy, around 13-14, stood there. He looked familiar, curly hair, sharp eyes.
My brain was still loading, and then he gasped.
“Langoor bhaiya! Aap toh bahut handsome ho gaye ho!” He looked at me excitedly, eyes wide.
“Chutku,” I murmured, staring at him.
He grinned, showing all his teeth this time not the toothless one.
“You are not a chutku anymore,” I said, ruffling his hair.
“Come inside,” I added, stepping back. He carefully removed his Crocs and kept them in the corner before entering.
“Bhaiya, aap wapas kab aaye?” he asked, looking up.
“Few months back,” I replied, sitting on the sofa.
He pouted, his lips jutting out, “Oh. I used to come every summer vacation, but you were never here. Even Ruhii jii wasn’t around.”
I reached out and patted his head.
He sighed loudly, dropping into the sofa.
“Ruhii jii is here now?” he asked, eyes hopeful.
“Yes, she is,” I nodded.
He jumped on the sofa like a spring, “Then let’s go meet her!”
“She’s in the hospital,” I said, handing him a glass of juice.
“By the way, why did you want to meet Mumma?” I asked him.
He sipped, then sulked again, “Adhya ma’am punished me. I didn’t complete the assignment. She said she’d keep me after school. So, i completed it and came here to submit it.”
“What class are you in?” I asked.
“9th,” he showed nine fingers proudly.
Some things never change.
“9th? But mumma don’t teach 9 grade students?”, I told him and he nodded the continued ,” yes our teacher is on holiday so taht’s why she is teaching us on belhaf of her.”
But I smirked, remembering something, and leaned back, “By the way, you know me and your Ruhii jii are getting married?”
He froze mid-sip, coughed, and stared at me, “Really?”
“Yes,” I said, leaning back like a king.
His eyes widened, and he clicked his tongue,”Tch tch… still jealous of me, Bhaiya? When I was small, I said I liked her. But sach bolu toh, who wouldn’t like Ruhii jii? Ab woh hain hi itni pyaari.”
He looked down shyly, trying to hide a grin.
I rolled my eyes, “Oh hello, little demon. Don’t think about my Ruh.”
I warned, pointing a finger. He just smirked like a little demon.
“By the way, what about that girl…Simran?” I asked casually.
He groaned, throwing his head back,“Bhaut dukh bhari daastan hai.”
“What?” I raised my brows.
“Bhaiya, I even learned to hold frogs because she liked them. Frogs! Lekin still….” He said, his voice dropping drmaatic sadness.
“But?” I leaned closer.
He sighed dramatically, “But she shifted to another city.”
“Meri DDLJ 2.0 ka kya hoga phir?” I teased, shaking my head.
He straightened his collar, being a full dramatic little demon, “Raj Malhotra naam toh suna hi hoga. I’ll study hard, grow up, bring back my Simran and continue DDLJ 2.0.”
“But agar uske papa Amrish Puri jaise hue toh?” I asked, teaisng him.
He froze, horrified.
“Tch tch…. if you can’t say something good, at least don’t say negative. Lekin agar aisa hua toh mera kya hoga?” He gasped, holding his chest dramatically.
“At least you’ll just end up with a few broken bones. In my case, Ruh’s father will directly lay me on a stretcher with surgical tools ready. No, Vihaan, don’t think like this….stay positive,” I muttered, shaking my head.
He rolled his eyes, “You’re such a scared langoor.”
“Okay, okay. Now give me your mumma’s number. I’ll invite your family to the wedding,” I said.
He narrowed his eyes, “You want me to eat golgappe at my first crush’s wedding with some langoor bhaiya?”
“Your little crush is mine now, chutku,” I warned.
He crossed his arms as we spent some time talking, telling me all about his school life. Later, I asked his mother if he could stay with me for a day. She was hesitant at first, but since she already knew me, she agreed.
Later that evening, when Ruh came home, he zoomed to the door like her personal bodyguard.
Ruh frowned at first, confused and little sulked thinking she didn’t remember him.
But then her eyes softened.
“Raj! You’ve grown up so much,” she said, ruffling his hair.
His smile lit up the room, “You..
remember me?”
“Of course. How could I forget you?” she said warmly.
“Aur aap toh aur bhi sundar ho gayi, Ruhii jii,” he added deliberately, giving me a side glance.
I clenched my jaw. This chutku.
Atharv ran in, glaring at him. My little tornado stood like he was ready to declare war. Clearly jealous of looking her bua with someone else.
He tugged my shirt. I bent down, “He’s a good guy, tornado. Go talk to him.”
Atharv crossed his arms, “No.”
“He was with us when your bua and I were in school. He was your size then and completely naughty but he is a good guy. We three were a team,” I explained.
Atharv gave a suspicious nod but eventually his eyes turned soft.
Meanwhile, chutku had already slid right beside Ruh, grinning, “Ruhii jii, last time I came you weren’t here. I missed you.”
“Excuse me you little chutku! Thoda distance maintain karo,” I snapped.
He shot back instantly,”Jealous much, Bhaiya?”
Before I could retort, he tried to stuff samosa into his mouth. I snatched it away.
“Ruhii jii, dekhiye! Aapke fiancΓ© mera khana bhi chura rahe hain,” he complained.
Ruh laughed, shaking her head, “Don’t fight, both of you.”
Atharv hopped onto the couch beside them. Instead of sulking, he joined in, and within minutes the three of them-Atharv, chutku, Ruh-were gossiping like they had their own group chat.
I sat aside and clicked pictures of them.
Later, Mumma came home and scolded chutku for showing up alone. He could have submitted in school but no this kiddo has been come all the way here alone.
As punishment, she gave him extra chemistry work.
Poor chutku.
But by night, the mood flipped-on Atharv’s demand, we all played hide and seek. Even Mumma and Dad joined. Laughter echoed around the house, childhood memories rebooted.
When his mom came to pick him up, I hugged him.
This little demon even made me promise to keep his favorite delicacies on the wedding menu.
β’β’β’β’β’
The engagement day finally came, and so did my nervousness.
“Do you think I look okay?” I asked, checking myself in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time.
Both my stupid best friends groaned.
“For the last two hours, you’ve been getting ready and asking us the same thing for 60 times,” Sid muttered.
“Exactly. I even managed to take two naps in between,” Yash added, yawning.
I rolled my eyes, “It’s my engagement! I need to look handsome.”
I tried to fix my hair again. I wore a crisp white kurta-pajama, layered with a teal coat over it detailed in fine patterns. Simple and carrying the elegance that needed no embellishment.
From downstairs, a loud voice echoed, “Vihaan! If you don’t come down right now, your engagement is canceled!”
“Noo, don’t cancel it, I am ready just fixing my hair,” i yelled.
Both Yash and Sid burst out laughing.
“Shut up, you two male witches,” I snapped, which only made them laugh harder.
Yash handed me a small glass, “Here, keep this… Glucon-D.”
I frowned, “Glucon-D?”
“In case you faint after seeing Ruhanika,” he said dramatically. “At least this way, your sugar levels won’t betray you.”
What the actual heck.
I muttered some colorful curses under my breath, making both Yash and Sid laugh so hard they almost fell over.
“Don’t worry,” Sid added between laughs, “this time I already prepared glucose bottles too!”
I shot him a death glare. Seriously.
I glared at him, but before I could reply, Mumma’s voice rang from inside. “Vihaan!”
“Just five minutes!” I shouted back.
I slipped on my long coat over my kurta, adjusted it properly, and reached for her favorite perfume. The familiar scent grounded me for a moment. My eyes fell on the orchid clip she had once pinned on my kurta. I smiled, picking it up and pinning it to my pocket like a brooch. A tiny piece of her always with me.
I quickly slipped out to the balcony, plucked a few branches, and wrapped them in a colored sheet, making a small bouquet.
“Done,” I muttered to myself, though my hands were trembling slightly.
“Ready?” Yash placed his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, though my chest was already racing.
The function was small, just close relatives, and it was held at her house.
The moment I stepped in, I noticed orchids everywhere different colors, neatly arranged. Of course. Ruh and her orchids. My throat tightened. Every detail reminded me of her, and suddenly, I realized I had been holding my breath.
When the lights dimmed, giving the whole house a soft, elegant glow. My heart thumped in my chest like a drum. Every second, every glance of hers would feel like a spark setting my nerves alight.
Aunty welcomed me warmly. Kunal bhaiya was managing everything smoothly. He even patted my shoulder and smiled at me.
He SMILED. At me.
He freaking smiled at me.
Now I was even more nervous.
The soft jingling of bangles made me look up.
Under the soft glow, she appeared in midnight blue, the kind of shade that could put the sky itself to shame. The blouse clung delicately, stitched with silver threads that glimmered like constellations, while sheer sleeves traced her arms with a quiet elegance.
Her lehenga moved with her, embroidered with patterns that looked like stars scattered across the night.
Yet it wasn’t the craftsmanship or the shimmer that held me still-it was her.
The dupatta draped lightly over her shoulder, the sway of fabric in rhythm with her steps. She didn’t wear the outfit; the outfit seemed to exist for her.
I froze. Literally. My brain refused to process any words, and I realized I was dangerously close to forgetting how to breathe.
“Vihaan, don’t faint,” Sid whispered from behind.
“If you feel like fainting then drink the glucon-d,” Yash muttered and i feel like banging his head to the wall.
“Shut up,” I muttered, elbowing him, but my eyes never left her.
Every step she took made the floor feel like it was shrinking beneath me.
Mumma went to greet her, holding her hand warmly before guiding her toward me. She stood beside me, her hazel brown eyes locking with mine.
That gaze was soft, curious, teasing, and I felt like it was unraveling me from the inside.
“Well, Mr. Raichand, trying to make me speechless?” she whispered with a smile, her gaze falling on the orchid brooch.
My heart skipped a beat.
I couldn’t say anything. I just stared, aware that my pulse had doubled.
She cleared her throat once. Then again. And again, louder. My brain screamed for me to respond. Do something. Say something. Don’t look like a fool.
But i couldn’t bring myself to utter any word.
Finally, Tanya muttered from the side, “Idiot, she’s asking how she looks.”
Without thinking, I blurted out, “You look like someone just trapped the midnight sky in a cone and sprinkled it with glittering blueberries…. I am not sure whether to take a bite or frame you.”
“Satyanash,” I heard Sid mutter behind me, and suddenly I realized what I’d just said. I had completely forgotten I was in public.
“Control majnu, control,” Yash teased me patting my shoulder.
“Kam se kam aas pass ki jagah toh dekhlo jhinghur,” Vani said shooking her head, but the smirk was plastered over her face.
Ruh was blinking at me, her expression caught somewhere between shock and amusement, and I felt like shrinking into a corner and disappearing.
Her dad’s glare hit me like a jolt of electricity.
And then….Ruh giggled.
Before I could even react, smack!
Mumma had lightly hit my shoulder. “Nalayak ladke! Who says things like this? Bilkul apne papa par gaya hai.”
I sank a little in embarrassment but couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Ruh, who was still trying to suppress her laughter.
Dad raised his hand in defense,.”No, no, you’re misunderstanding, Adhya ji. I’ve never used an ice cream compliment in my life!”
Everyone laughed, and I buried my face in my hands, internally groaning. Smooth, Vihaan, real smooth. First impression and you nailed it.
“Okay, enough now! Let’s start the ring ceremony,” Vani clapped her hands, drawing attention.
“Yes, yes, let’s do it,” I agreed quickly, wanting to move on before I made another fool of myself.
“Patience, my sister is standing right here,” Kunal jiju rolled his eyes.
I leaned closer and muttered under my breath, “Patience is the last thing I can have when it comes to your sister.”
Before he could snap at me, Ruh pinched my arm discreetly. I straightened up instantly. She’s still got me in check, even in front of everyone.
And then, she smiled at me again. I swear this woman was possessed.
“Alright, let’s not delay more,” Dad said, and Akshat uncle nodded in agreement.
Prisha di stepped forward, holding a tray with two small boxes. She opened them, and the whole room went silent for a moment. Every eye seemed to be on us. My heart raced like it wanted to jump out of my chest.
Everyone gathered around. Ruh stood beside me, her hands brushing lightly against mine. That small contact made my stomach do flips. She looked nervous too, biting her lip slightly. It’s almost cruel how perfect she looks even while nervous.
“Ruhanika beta, you go first,” Aunty encouraged her.
The room quieted as Ruh slowly picked up the ring, her fingers trembling just slightly. I couldn’t help but notice the small quiver, and my chest tightened.
I reached out gently, brushing my thumb across her hand, and whispered softly, “You don’t have to be nervous I’m right here.”
Her lips curved into a faint smile, “I know that’s what makes me feel calm.”
She slipped the ring onto my finger. The applause of the crowd seemed distant; all I could see was her-her hand in mine, the soft warmth of her skin.
My turn. I opened the second box, taking her hand gently in mine. Her skin felt soft, her pulse quick, and I let my eyes linger on the delicate details of her fingers-the soft knuckles, the warmth that made my heart skip.
I leaned slightly closer, my voice low and sincere, “I promise to cherish you, to protect you, to keep you smiling every single day.”
She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, eyes glimmering, “And I promise to be with you, always.”
Sliding the ring onto her finger, I held her hand just a moment longer, letting the gravity of the moment sink in.
I couldn’t help but whisper again, softly, “You’re my home, Ruh and I’ll never let you go.”
She leaned closer and whispered, “And you’ll always have me.”
A soft, content silence filled the room. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. It was just us, hands intertwined, hearts quietly promising a lifetime of love and togetherness.
Cheers, laughter, and whistles filled the room. Sid shouted something stupid, Yash hooted, and Mumma wiped her eyes. I could only half-hear them; my focus was entirely on her.
I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Now you’re officially stuck with me.”
She chuckled softly, whispering back, “You make it sound like a punishment.”
I smirked, “It’s the sweetest punishment you’ll ever have.”
She shook her head, then gently tugged my hand, signaling me to bend down. I obeyed without hesitation.
She tiptoed and pressed a soft, delicate kiss to my forehead. Her fingers squeezed mine lightly, sending a jolt of electricity through me-warm, grounding, and utterly consuming.
Not to forget the teasing from Yash, Sid, and Varun-it was relentless! Every glance, every little smile I gave Ruh turned into exaggerated commentary, making me groan. Yet, Ruh’s quiet laughter beside me, her hand still holding mine, made it impossible to be annoyed for long.
After spending what felt like hours greeting guests, my head was pounding. I slipped out to attend a call.
It was Ares, congratulating me. I smiled, spoke a little, and hung up.
I was just about to step back into the hall when someone grabbed my wrist. Before I could turn, a soft hand clamped over my lips.
“It’s me,” Ruh whispered.
My heart jumped. I pressed my hand to my chest, shaking my head.
That wicked smile-the one that meant trouble-was on her face. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was the only thing worth noticing.
“Where are you learning these moves?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“From my to-be-husband of course ,” she whispered, smirking, then suddenly frowned.
“And what was that cone, blueberry nonsense?” She pouted, lips jutting out, so cute it almost made me lose my mind.
“Come on, you looked beautiful. I just said the first thing that came to mind,” I said, pulling her closer by her bare waist.
Her warmth pressed against me, soft, intoxicating.
“I missed you,” she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. “43 hours. Do you know how long that is? Hospital work, then this function. I hated every second without you.”
Her voice dipped, mischievous.
“And now I want you,” She smirked, walking backward and dragging me toward the counter.
I swear, whenever Ruh got this bold, I was torn between panic and temptation.
She stopped at the counter, opened the fridge, and pulled out a cheesecake like it had been part of her plan all along, “Come closer”
I glanced toward the doorway, “What if someone comes in?”
“So what?” she said, breezy as ever.
“We are engaged now. And no one comes in-I asked Vani to keep an eye.” She winked, pulling me closer.
She set the cake on the counter, grabbed blueberries, and started decorating it slowly, deliberately, because she knew I was watching.
“Want some blueberry, Mr. Raichand?” she teased, popping one into her mouth and biting it slowly. The gloss on her lips, that corner mole…. I wanted to lean in, but I fought the urge.
I tugged at my collar, opening a button or two. Air. I needed air.
She cut a small piece of cheesecake and held it near my lips.
I leaned forward, tasting it, “I’m not sure what’s sweeter…. the cake, or the hands that fed it.”
Her smile turned into a smirk, “Then maybe you need another bite.”
Before I could react, she perched on the counter, pulling me between her legs. Her body pressed to mine, soft and warm, every inch of her teasing me.
She leaned close, whispering, “Our own little celebration,” before smearing a dab of cream across my lips.
I froze, stunned by her boldness. She giggled, leaning in, brushing her lips over the cream with deliberate, teasing slowness. The warmth of her lips lingered, daring me to respond.
“Ruh…” I murmured, voice caught in my throat.
“Shhh,” she whispered, her fingers gliding along my chest, smearing another streak of cream down my jaw. “Relax, Mr. Raichand.”
“How can I relax?” I muttered, heart racing.
Before I could react, she traced the cream along my neck, her lips soft, teasing, leaving tiny, lingering kisses that made my breath hitch. She dabbed a tiny dot on my nose, giggling as she licked it off slowly.
I swallowed, hesitating for a moment before sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her slightly closer.
“You love teasing me,” I whispered, brushing the cream off her cheek with the tip of my lips.
“Do I? Uhh definitely,” she teased, tilting her head, eyes mischievous. Then, with a wink, she pressed her lips to my collarbone, licking along the trail of cream she had left earlier, moving in slow, that made my chest tighten.
I groaned softly, pressing my hands to her waist, letting her guide me. Her lips moved teasingly up my neck, her tongue flicking over a cream-smeared spot on my jaw, and she paused just long enough for me to catch a soft inhale of her perfume which i used before brushing my lips with hers again.
“Feeling hot, Mr. Raichand…” she whispered, a playful tremor in her voice, but there was a glint of dominance in her hazel brown eyes-a challenge I couldn’t resist.
Then she smeared a long streak of cheesecake cream over the corner of my lips, slowly kissing and tasting it, making me lose control as I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter.
“It tastes better than I imagined,” she murmured, eyes locking onto mine, the smirk on her lips teasing and confident.
I felt her press lightly against me, her hands tangling in my kurta as she guided my head toward hers. She pressed a slow, teasing kiss to my upper lip, licking a smear of cream off in a way that made my pulse race.
My restraint broke.
“I think it’s my turn now,” I murmured, sliding my hand around her waist, gently pulling her off balance so she leaned into me.
My lips found her collarbone first, tracing the cream with my finger and then kisses down her neck to her jaw. She shivered, lips parting, a soft sigh escaping each time my lips brushed her skin.
Her playful dominance softened as I took the lead, my hands roaming her waist and back, tilting her slightly so I could press my forehead to hers.
“Mmm… you are enjoying this too much,” she whispered breathlessly, fingers clutching my shirt as I traced her lips softly with mine, tasting the sweet cream lingering there.
“And you’re enjoying torturing me just as much, aren’t you?” I smirked over her lips, letting mine move in a gentle, intimate rhythm, alternating between brushing hers and trailing along the cream-smudged skin, every touch making her melt further into me.
The faint taste of her gloss made me dizzy with desire.
I smiled, leaning in, pressing my lips to hers again-soft, lingering, teasing.
The kiss softened further, a tender rhythm that matched the beat of our hearts an intimate connection that left the world outside the kitchen forgotten-just the two of us, completely lost in each other.
Her lips brushed my ear, low and sultry. “You should always wear these traditional outfits…. they make me feel soemthing inside.”
“Like what?” I asked, shivering as her hand slid down my torso.
“Like… craving to taste you properly, every single inch,” She pulled me closer, lips brushing along my jaw, neck, and shoulder.
I felt her fingers graze my sides, teasing. I groaned, pressing her tighter.
Until I heard a thud-and there he was-Kunal bhai, standing like he’d just walked into a horror movie as his phone fell on the floor.
Ruh immediately straightened, dupatta clutched like armor, while I quickly adjusted my clothes.
“Sorry… woh…I didn’t mean to-” he stammered, eyes darting around as if I’d just grown horns.
Vani peeked in, panicked, “sorry sorry…woh, I just got busy with Sid for a minute, and he came… I hope he’s not too traumatized,” she said sheepishly, eyeing Kunal bhai’s horror-struck face.
“Or maybe too much,” I hissed, glaring at her.
“I should go….maybe my phone is calling me…no…i mean ….yeah…” she said dramatically and vanished.
“Bhai!” Ruhii snapped, tugging her dupatta into place.
“Can I… uh…turn back now?” he asked, tiptoeing like the kitchen was a den of snakes.
“Yes,” I said, trying not to laugh while buttoning up my kurta.
Kunal bhai froze.
“Bhai you should’ve at least warned us you were coming!” Ruhii glared, looking scared yet panicked.
Meanwhile I am just praying for myself.
“Why?” he muttered, still wide-eyed.
“Because basic manners! You don’t just barge in!” she said, folding her arms and tilting her head.
His jaw dropped.
“It’s k-kitchen-” he started straight forward.
Ruh’s cheeks flamed, and she cut him off, “Bhai, you shouldn’t intrude on anyone’s privacy like this, huh?”
Then she bolted out, leaving him staring at the wall like a man who’d just discovered the meaning of suffering, leaving me all alone with this grumpy robot.
I leaned on the counter, smirking, “Did you see that? Your ‘little innocent’ sister just stole my innocence.”
He staggered backward, blinking rapidly.
“Ruhii…she can’t…she… my sister is innocent,” His voice trailed off, trembling as he is way too traumatized.
Of course after seeing his sister uttering those sinful words anyone can get traumatized but she looks so captivating, the way her lips were moving when she was saying….wait…
Vihaan Raichand, get a grip on yourself.
I grabbed his arm to steady him as he looks like he can faint anytime.
“Relax, saale sahab. Dimag par zyada zor mat daaliye, warna kamar mein moch aa jaayegi.”
“Where does my sister learn that kind of words?” he muttered, glaring at me.
“Don’t look at me. I didn’t teach her…. okay, maybe a little….just a little.
I am a good teacher, by the way,” I murmured, smirking, feeling a familiar thrill remembering what had happened just a few minutes ago.
He took a step closer, and my heart skipped.
“You” he started, trying to look intimidating, but it came out more like a squeak.
“Saale sahab,” I reminded him, raising my hand to show my ring. “She’s my fiancΓ©e, remember? And if you act like this again, I’ll complain to Ruh.”
He muttered a few curses under his breath,
but then he smiled.
What in the world is happening?
Grumpy Robot smile at me for the freaking 2 times.
God, the earth should’ve cracked open, or at least the centuries-old walls around us should’ve collapsed in disbelief.
I just stood there, frozen, half-convinced history would record this as the most shocking event of the day.
I raised an eyebrow, “What happened to you? You look like someone pressed the wrong button on a robot.”
He scowled, puffed up his chest, and muttered, “Next time…I’m installing a warning bell in the kitchen too.”
I couldn’t help it-I burst into laughter at his dramatic reaction.
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ater that night, I sneaked into Ruh’s room. My heart jumped into my throat the moment I saw that creepy skeleton model standing near the balcony door.
Ruh was fast asleep. I sighed, slipped into bed beside her. The moment I got under the blanket, her back shifted toward me like it was natural. I wrapped my arms around her and took her hand, staring at the engagement ring. I pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand.
“Why did you come so late?” she murmured, half-asleep.
“I was working,” I said quietly. She sighed and snuggled closer, resting her head against my chest.
She turned fully toward me and hugged me, as i wrapped my hands around her, my eyes darted to the corner.
Our son-that stupid skeleton, Skully-was still standing there.
I froze when I thought I saw its hand move.
I narrowed my eyes, watching carefully.
It moved.
No Vihaan I am thinking too much.
Maybe I was hallucinating but still, it gave me chills. I slipped out of bed for a second, dragged the skeleton to the corner and threw a duvet over it so I wouldn’t see its face.
Then I returned to bed, pulled Ruh into my arms again, and whispered against her forehead, “Just five more days, and we’ll be married.”
The thought of it filled my chest with a restless excitement I couldn’t push away.
I was just a sleep away when my phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, I picked up.
“Vihuu, I’m standing outside your door. Come and open it,” a familiar voice whispered. My eyes fluttered open, and the caller ID confirmed it.
I murmured, “You… you’re here?”
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Finally Chapter 71…!!
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