Few months later,
In a luxurious hotel room at midnight, the air was perfumed with the intoxicating scent of red roses. The entire room was adorned with these vibrant flowers, their deep red petals contrasting beautifully against the soft glow of dim yellow lights. Gentle moonlight streamed through the white curtains, casting a serene and ethereal light across the room. Most of the lights were off, save for a few that added to the intimate ambiance. Clothes were casually strewn on the floor, hinting at the passion and spontaneity that had taken place. The room was filled with the soft, tender sounds of pleasure, creating a symphony of intimate whispers and gentle moans. Wrapped in white sheets, they held each other close, their bodies intertwined in a tender embrace. The warmth of their shared moments lingered, bringing a sense of peace and contentment. Time seemed to stand still as they reveled in their connection. Eventually, the intensity of their lovemaking gave way to a tender embrace. The couple, lost in their world of love, found solace in each other's arms. The night's serenity and the intimate setting allowed them to focus solely on each other, cherishing the bond they shared and the quiet moments of connection that followed their passionate encounter. As they lay there, wrapped in the sheets and in each other's arms, the world outside faded away, leaving only the love and warmth that surrounded them in their private haven.
Vaidehi's POV,
Resting my head on Ansh's bare chest, I fidget with his neck chain while he plays with my hair and kisses my head continuously. After our lovemaking, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I know my entire face must be red by now. Despite being married for a year now, I still feel shy about these intimate moments. Ansh, on the other hand, has become a bit more shameless, yet his gentleness always astounds me. His touch is tender, his fingers gently weaving through my hair, and each kiss on my head feels like a soft whisper of love. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath my head, providing a comforting rhythm that lulls me into a state of peaceful contentment. I close my eyes and focus on the warmth of his skin against mine, the scent of roses still lingering in the room, and the quiet intimacy we share. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow of moonlight and yellow lights, adds to the tranquility of the moment. It's as if time has slowed down, allowing us to savor every second of our closeness. Ansh's gentleness often takes me by surprise. In these quiet, tender moments, his love for me is evident in every touch, every kiss, and every gentle caress. It's in these moments that I feel most connected to him, wrapped in the safety and warmth of his embrace. Despite my lingering shyness, I cherish these intimate times with Ansh. His love surrounds me, making me feel cherished and adored. As I lie there, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest, I know that this is where I belongâright here, in his arms.
A few months before I turned 25, my family celebrated it as my silver jubilee. The celebration was filled with joy and love, making me feel incredibly special. Just a month after my birthday, Ansh and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. It's hard to believe that we've already completed one wonderful year together. For our anniversary, Ansh surprised me with the most beautiful gift: a honeymoon to Mauritius, my favorite place. The trip was beyond magical, allowing us to create even more cherished memories together.
In this past year, so much has changed. I've reopened Mumma's music academy, which has been thriving. It's heartwarming to see it flourish and to continue her legacy. One of the best parts is that Vanshika and I have bonded deeply. She started her dance classes at the academy, and we meet regularly. Our shared passion for the arts has brought us closer, and I've gained a true friend and confidante in her. Viraj and Virat recently completed their last semester and have now joined Singhania & Co. I was overwhelmed with emotion on their convocation day, especially when they asked me to accompany them on the stage. It was a proud moment, and seeing them achieve this milestone filled me with immense joy. Vihaan Bhai is on cloud nine, as he's about to marry the love of his life, Vanshika, in just a few days. His excitement is contagious, and it's wonderful to see him so happy and eagerly anticipating the start of this new chapter in his life. Popsy, too, is delighted with all the joyous developments. I vividly remember how, once I was fine, he treated me to all my favorite foods to make up for the bland meals I had to endure during my recovery. His care and thoughtfulness made me feel so loved and appreciated. My Popsy, is truly the best. The anticipation of Vanshika joining our family fills me with joy, and everything feels wonderfully harmonious. Reflecting on our week in Mauritius with Ansh has been pure bliss. Tomorrow morning, however, marks our return home, but tonight Ansh has planned a surpriseâa romantic dinner date followed by a special evening together.
Viyansh: "Kya soch Rahi ho Jaan?"
(What are you thinking, life?)
I smiled warmly and lifted my gaze to meet his, feeling a rush of affection and happiness in his presence.
Vaidehi: "Yaha Mauritius me kitna mazaa aaya na Ansh, vapas jaane ka man nahi hai na??"
(We had so much fun here in Mauritius, right Ansh? I don't feel like going back yet.)
Viyansh: "Toh thik hai hum kuch din extend kar lete hai."
(Alright then, let's extend our stay for a few days.)
Vaidehi: "Areh nahi Ansh, vapas jaake mujhe Holi bhi celebrate karni hai sabke sath aur phir bhai ki shadi bhi toh hai."
(Oh no, Ansh, I want to go back and celebrate Holi with everyone and then there's Brother's wedding too.)
Viyansh: "Bahaut excited ho na tum Biwi, Vihu ki shadi ke liye."
(You're really excited for Vihu's wedding, aren't you, Wife?)
Vaidehi: "Of course Ansh, our family is expanding."
Viyansh: "Indeed, everyone is so happy."
Vaidehi: "Yesss."
He gently cupped my face in one hand, his touch tender and reassuring, while his other hand caressed my bare shoulders with a gentle, affectionate stroke.
Viyansh: "And you are the reason behind this happiness."
Vaidehi: "Me??"
Viyansh: "Yeah."
Vaidehi: "How??"
Viyansh: "The day you entered my life, and the entire Singhania family's life, our lives turned around completely. The workaholic men started coming home early, they started spending time with each other. The house where we spent our entire lives became just a house after Mumma, but you turned it back into a home."
Vaidehi: "Please, Ansh, don't give me undue credit. It's you guys who have given me love, pampered me, and now I'm a spoiled kid."
Viyansh: "And I would love to spoil you even more, mera bachcha."
I couldn't help but giggle, feeling both amused and deeply cherished, because it seemed like he hadn't spoiled me enough and now he wanted to do even more.
Vaidehi: "Achcha ji."
(Oh really?)
Viyansh: "Ji, achcha ye batao, if things would have been normal between us back then, toh tum humari first night pe kya karti??"
(what would you have done on our first night?)
I got excited because that question was quite intriguing.
Vaidehi: "main aapse bahaut sari baatein karti."
(I would have talked a lot with you.)
Viyansh: "Bas?"
(Just that?)
Vaidehi: "Haa, kyu aapko kya laga hmm hmm??"
(Yes, why, what did you think?)
I asked with a playful raise of my eyebrows, teasing Ansh with a hint of mischief in my tone.
Viyansh: "Mujhe toh kuch nahi laga."
(I didn't think anything.)
He replied with a slight turn of his face, avoiding my gaze playfully. His response made me giggle, enjoying the playful exchange between us.
Vaidehi: "Aapse kuch hota bhi nahi Mr. Hotty."
(You wouldn't have been able to do anything, Mr. Hotty.)
Ansh looked back at me with a puzzled frown on his face, clearly intrigued by my teasing question.
Viyansh: "Achcha ji ruko tum."
(Really? Wait, I'll show you.)
With a mischievous grin, Ansh began tickling me, knowing exactly how ticklish I am. Despite his playful nature, he was always mindful not to tickle the area where I had been shot, showing his protective side. As I laughed uncontrollably and squirmed under his touch, he suddenly hovered over me. Gradually, my laughter subsided, and I felt a rush of warmth as his familiar playfulness turned into something more intimate. Ansh, my shamelessly loving husband, made me blush as he buried his face in my neck. His closeness caused my breath to hitch, sending a shiver down my spine.
Vaidehi: "An..Ansh, kya kar rahe hai?"
(An... Ansh, what are you doing?)
He looked at me intently, leaning closer to my face, his voice taking on a husky tone as he spoke directly, locking eyes with mine.
Viyansh: "Vahi Jo kuch der pehle hum kar rahe the Jaana, making Correct use of our honeymoon."
(The same thing we were doing a while ago, Jaana, making the correct use of our honeymoon.)
His seductive voice had a way of stirring something deep within me, igniting a fire that burned slowly and intensely. Even after all this time together, his gentleness continued to evoke the same anticipation and excitement as our very first initimate encounter. As we melted into each other once more, the room seemed to disappear around us, enveloped in a haze of soft, whispered moans and quiet groans of pleasure. Each touch, each caress, carried the weight of familiarity yet also the thrill of exploration, as if rediscovering the depths of intimacy anew. Time slipped away as we surrendered to the rhythm of our bodies and the intensity of our connection, lost in a world where only our desires and sensations mattered. His tender embrace, his every breath against my skin, sent shivers of delight through me, a reminder of how effortlessly he could make me feel cherished, wanted, and completely consumed by passion.
Author's POV,
Singhania mansion.
Today was Holi, the festival of colors, and Viyansh and Vaidehi had returned from their honeymoon just a week prior. Vaidehi looked resplendent in a white lehenga adorned with intricate embroidery, paired elegantly with a white blouse. A vibrant tie-dye yellow dupatta draped gracefully around her waist, its ends secured over her shoulders, added a splash of festive cheer to her ensemble. Her long hair was styled in a neatly braided hairstyle, accentuated with traditional jhumkas that delicately brushed against her cheeks. The nuptial chain graced her neck, while vermillion adorned her hairline with auspiciousness. Her hands shimmered with the white and yellow bangles adding a musical tinkling to her movements. Not to be missed, a waist chain completed her attire.
This morning, Vaidehi rose earlier than usual, the vibrant anticipation of Holi driving her into action. Viyansh, exhausted from a late-night meeting, still lay peacefully asleep. In the kitchen, she bustled about, arranging snacks and preparing for the festivities soon to unfold at their home. As she focused on her tasks, Vaidehi suddenly felt two familiar arms encircle her waist from behind. A smile instinctively spread across her face at the touch of her husband, his presence bringing warmth even amidst the bustling preparations. However, instead of the usual fluttering in her stomach, today she found herself suppressing a giggle, feeling lighthearted and playful. Viyansh pressed his face against her neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the fragrance that was uniquely hers. His voice, filled with morning tenderness, broke the silence as he whispered something in her ear, his affectionate gesture grounding them in the intimacy of the moment.
Viyansh: "Badla le Rahi ho Biwi?"
(Are you taking revenge from me, Biwi?)
Vaidehi: "Kaisa badla Ansh?"
(What kind of revenge, Ansh?)
Viyansh: "Roz main tumhe bed pe chod ke gym chala jata hu toh aaj tum mujhe chod ke aa gayi?"
(Every day I leave you on the bed and go to the gym, so today you came and left me?)
She giggled at his adorable complaints.
Vaidehi: "Aap der se soye the thak Gaye the isiliye nahi uthaya."
(You were sleeping late and were tired, that's why I didn't wake you up.)
Viyansh: "Hmm"
He hummed softly against Vaidehi's neck, his touch gentle yet persistent, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Unbeknownst to him, there was a growing urge within Viyansh these days, an irresistible pull to be close to his wife, to touch her, to feel her presence deeply. In those quiet moments, as he lingered against her, he felt a sense of addictionâ not in a negative sense, but in the way her presence, her scent, and her warmth drew him irresistibly closer. It was as if being near her, touching her, brought him a profound sense of contentment and completeness.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, kya kar rahe hai, hum kitchen me hai."
(Ansh, what are you doing? We're in the kitchen.)
Viyansh: "Kisne kaha tha yaha aane?? Chalo kamre me."
(Who asked you to come here? Come to the room.)
She let out a giggle.
Vaidehi: "You shameless man, go and get ready for the Holi celebration."
He gazed at her with a soft intensity, his eyes expressing a silent longing as he gently turned her to face him. Vaidehi's hands naturally found their place on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her touch.
Viyansh: "Kya kaha tumne??"
(What did you say??)
Vaidehi: "Maine toh kuch bhi nahi kaha Ansh."
(I didn't say anything, Ansh.)
She said, trying to stifle her laughter.
Viyansh: "You..."
She pushed him while giggling.
Vaidehi: "Sach hi toh kaha tha. You are shameless."
(I was telling the truth.)
Viyansh: "Abhi batata hu tumhe main."
(I'll show you right now.)
He paused, his intention to hold her hand momentarily interrupted, as Viraj and Virat entered the kitchen. Both brothers were dressed in matching white and blue tie-dye kurtas, their sleeves casually rolled up to their elbows, paired with crisp white pants.
Viraj: "Cupcake I want some..."
Viyansh paused, caught in the act of reaching for Vaidehi's hand, as both Viraj and Virat turned their attention towards their elder brother. Seeing the slightly embarrassed look on Viyansh's face, the twins burst into laughter, their infectious mirth filling the kitchen with joviality. Vaidehi, unable to contain herself any longer, joined in the laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Viyansh: "Why are you guys laughing?"
Virat: "Bhai aapko itni jaldi thi holi khelne ki??"
(Brother, were you in such a hurry to play Holi?)
Virat managed to speak amidst his laughter.
Viyansh: "Matlab?"
(What do you mean?)
Viraj mischievously took out his phone, snapped a quick photo of Viyansh, and eagerly showed it to him. As Viyansh looked at the image, his eyes widened in surprise and amusement. What he saw was unexpected and humorousâa digital makeover that had transformed his face entirely. His cheeks were painted with a bright pink blush, giving him a comical rosy hue. A black moustache adorned his upper lip, stark against his fair complexion. A playful touch of yellow eye shadow and a black spot on his forehead completed the whimsical look.
Viyansh: "Jaaannnaaaaa"
Viyansh's irritation was palpable as he called out to Vaidehi. He had quickly realized that his current stateâhis entire face adorned with various colors and designsâwas the result of his wife's artistic endeavor. The evidence of her playful mischief was unmistakable, and Viyansh couldn't help but feel a mix of exasperation and begrudging amusement.
Vaidehi: "Sorry Ansh."
She apologized profusely, trying to suppress her own laughter, but the trioâVaidehi and his mischievous monkeysâcontinued to chuckle uncontrollably.
Viyansh: "Tum bachogi nahi Aaj biwi."
(You won't escape today, my dear wife.)
Viraj: "Bhai bahaut hasi aa rahi hai, cupcake ko baadme daatna pehle apna huliya thik kar lo."
(Bhai, we're laughing so much because first fix your appearance before scolding Cupcake.)
Virat: "Exactly guests aane Wale hai kisi ne dekh liya toh mast headlines aayengi kal subah, "CEO of Singhania & Co. , Mr. Viyansh Singhania was roaming around like a clown"."
(Exactly, guests are coming. If someone sees you like this, tomorrow's headlines will read, "CEO of Singhania & Co., Mr. Viyansh Singhania was roaming around like a clown.")
Vaidehi burst into laughter at Virat's remark, finding it incredibly funny. Viyansh shot her a stern glare, silently conveying his disapproval, before refocusing his attention on Virat.
Viyansh: "Virat beta pehle toh tu hi pitega aaj."
(Virat, you're the one who will get it first today.)
Viyansh advanced towards Virat, who quickly sought refuge behind Vihaan as he entered the kitchen. Vihaan's attire was simple yet elegantâa plain white kurta with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with white pants. A light blue dupatta draped casually around his neck added a subtle contrast, completing his understated yet stylish look.
Vihaan: "Bhai, ye kya huliya banaya hai."
(Brother, what kind of appearance have you made?)
Even Vihaan joined in laughter at Viyansh's appearance.
Viyansh: "Vihu, hat ja bich me se ye Virat aaj bahaut pitega mujhse."
(Vihu, move aside, Virat is going to get it badly from me today.)
Viyansh was in hot pursuit of Virat, determined to catch him, when suddenly Vaidehi intervened with mischievous intent. She swiftly placed a few ice cubes down the back of Viyansh's tee shirt, catching him completely off guard. The sudden chill startled him, causing him to jump in surprise right where he stood. The unexpected prank elicited laughter from everyone present over there.
Viyansh swiftly removed his tee, responding to the sudden chill from the ice cubes with a mix of surprise and amusement. Vaidehi, catching a glimpse of his quick reaction, blushed momentarily at the unexpected sight but quickly regained her composure.
Viyansh: "You are so gone today, Jaana."
Viraj: "bhai khokli dhamkiya mat do, bhabhi maa ek baar aapko aakhein dikha de toh aap ki awaaz bhi nahi nikalti."
(Bro, don't give empty threats. Once Bhabhi gives you a look, you won't even be able to speak.)
Virat: "Awaaz chod Raj inki toh nazar nahi uthti."
(Forget about speaking, Raj. He won't even be able to lift his eyes.)
Both Viraj and Virat exchanged a high five, their laughter ringing through the kitchen as they teased Viyansh about his reaction. Vaidehi, however, widened her eyes at their playful comment, sharing a knowing glance with her husband. She understood his capabilities.
Vaidehi: "Kyu fasa rahe ho tum dono mujhe??"
(Why are you both trapping me?)
Viyansh: Kyuki harkat hi aisi ki hai tumne, you are so gone now Jaan. Let me tell you what's actual Holi is."
(Because of your actions. You are so gone now, Jaan. Let me show you what actual Holi is.)
Before Viyansh could react, Vaidehi quickly grabbed her lehenga and dashed out of the kitchen, laughter trailing behind her. Viyansh, caught off guard by her sudden escape, immediately gave chase, their playful pursuit echoing with joyous laughter. Meanwhile, Viraj, Virat, and Vihaan were left chuckling at the scene they had just witnessed.
Vaidehi dashed around the living room, her laughter filling the air as Viyansh pursued her playfully. With a swift movement, Viyansh managed to catch up to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and effortlessly lifting her off the ground, twirling her around. Vaidehi giggled uncontrollably at the unexpected twist, enjoying the exhilarating moment.
Not stopping there, Viyansh swiftly turned her around in his arms, lifting her up effortlessly. Vaidehi laughed with delight, feeling weightless in his embrace as they shared a playful and intimate moment amidst the festive joy of Holi.
Vaidehi: "Ansh utaar dijiye na."
(Put me down)
With Vaidehi in his arms, Viyansh began moving towards their room, his steps purposeful yet gentle.
Viyansh: "Nooo"
Vaidehi: "Achcha I'm sorry, Nahi karungi phir se aise."
(Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do this again.)
Viyansh: "Haa vo mujhe pata hai kitna Karogi aur kitna nahi. Baar baar tumhari baaton me nahi fasne wala main."
(I know how much you will do and how much you won't. I won't fall for your words again and again.)
In his arms, Vaidehi playfully wiggled, but Viyansh remained steadfast, his focus unwavering as he carried her into their room. With a gentle nudge, he closed the door behind them using his foot, then softly instructed her to lock it, which she did promptly. Once inside, Viyansh set her down gently and drew her close by her waist. Vaidehi blushed at his touch, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. Despite her bashfulness, she couldn't help but smile shyly, her gaze drifting away from his as their closeness deepened in the quiet intimacy of their room.
Viyansh: "Lagta hai rang lagane ki zarurat nahi hai, mera rang vaise hi nazar aa raha h tumhare chehre par biwi."
(Looks like there's no need to apply colors. My colors are already visible on your face, dear wife.)
Referring to the blush on her face, Viyansh gently teased Vaidehi, noticing the faint pink tint spreading across her cheeks. In response, she playfully hid her face in his chest, her shy gesture betraying both her bashfulness and her fondness for him.
Vaidehi: "toh phir jaane dijiye na mujhe."
(Then let me go.)
Viyansh: "Bilkul nahi, ab Sharma kyu Rahi ho tum, ye harkat karte waqt sharam nahi aayi??"
(Absolutely not. Why are you blushing now? Weren't you ashamed when you did all this?)
Vaidehi: "Achcha laiye main saaf kar deti hu. "
(Okay, let me clean it up then.)
She reached for some tissues from the side table, but Viyansh gently intercepted, tenderly holding her hands in his.
Viyansh: "Saaf toh tumhi karogi par mere style se."
(You'll clean it up in my style.)
Vaidehi: "Matlab??"
(What do you mean?)
Viyansh: "Matlab ye.."
(I mean this...)
He leaned in towards Vaidehi's face, his breath warm against her skin, as he gently rubbed his cheek against hers. His hands traced the delicate curve of her bare waist, causing her breath to hitch in response. Her cheeks, already flushed from blushing, now took on additional hues as his tender caresses stirred deeper emotions within her. With deliberate slowness, Viyansh continued his affectionate gestures, his touch sending shivers down Vaidehi's spine. Overcome by the intensity of their closeness, she instinctively gripped his shoulders, seeking support amidst the wave of emotions crashing over her. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a silent exchange of love and desire that ignited a passionate response from both. Viyansh lifted her effortlessly by her waist, causing Vaidehi to rise on her toes, their bodies aligning perfectly in a dance of longing and connection. Her hands found solace in his locks, fingers threading through them as they melted into each other's embrace. As their kiss deepened, they were enveloped in a moment of shared intimacy and longing, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their passion. When they eventually pulled back, Vaidehi shyly hid her face in Viyansh's neck, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection and the depth of their love.
Viyansh: "Agar ye punishment accept karogi tum, toh Roz mere chehre pe colour laga do main kuch nahi karunga."
(If you accept this punishment, you'll apply color to my face every day, and I won't say anything.)
Vaidehi looked up at Viyansh.
Vaidehi: "See you are shameless."
Vaidehi gently began wiping Viyansh's face with the tissue, her touch tender and caring.
Viyansh: "Ab is tarah subah subah itni sundar ban ke ghumogi, toh am I am idiot to stay away from you?? I guess you are going to have a long night."
(If you're going to stroll around looking so beautiful early in the morning, am I an idiot to stay away from you?)
After Vaidehi finished wiping Viyansh's face with the tissue, he leaned in and planted a quick peck on her lips. Surprised by his playful gesture, she lightly slapped his chest.
Viyansh: "But Biwi, seeing you in crop tops and shorts in Mauritius is something I'd love. You know how easy it is..."
He winked mischievously at Vaidehi, a playful glint in his eye. Her cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of pink in response to his flirtatious gesture.
Vaidehi: "Ansh jaake taiyar ho jaiye na."
(Why don't you go and get ready?)
Vaidehi, feeling shy and slightly flustered, averted her gaze from Viyansh's intense stare. Despite her attempt to look away, he gently but firmly tightened his grip on her bare waist.
Viyansh: "Ek shart par."
(On one condition.)
She gazed at him with a puzzled expression.
Vaidehi: "Isme kya shart Ansh, Guest aate honge taiyar nahi honge kya aap??"
(What condition, Ansh? Guests will be arriving soon, aren't you ready?)
Viyansh: "First promise me you'll wear those crop tops and shorts again."
She widened her eyes in disbelief.
Vaidehi: "Ansh"
Viyansh: "Please"
Vaidehi: "Okay fine, ab jaldi jaiye aur taiyar hoke aaiye I'm waiting. Aapke kapde maine nikal ke rakhe hai."
(Okay fine, now go get ready quickly, I'm waiting. Your clothes are laid out.)
After nodding in acknowledgment, Viyansh excused himself and headed to the washroom, leaving Vaidehi to freshen up after their affectionate moment. Before he left, he tenderly pecked her forehead, a gesture of affection that warmed her heart. Meanwhile, Vaidehi took a moment to wipe her face and correct her appearance, which had been slightly disheveled from their make-out session. She waited patiently in their room, anticipating Viyansh's return. When he emerged from the washroom, Viyansh was dressed in a tie-dye yellow and white kurta paired with white pants, a choice that matched Vaidehi's own traditional attire. Vaidehi, always fond of seeing him in traditional clothes, couldn't help but express her admiration with a whistle upon seeing him. Her playful gesture made Viyansh blush.
Viyansh: "Let's go, you roadside Romeo woman."
Vaidehi: "Areh Wait, let me compliment my husband first."
Viyansh: "No, mujhe tumhare cheesy lines nahi sunne chalo ab"
(No, I don't want to hear your cheesy lines, let's go now.)
Vaidehi: "Par Ansh, aap kya kamaal lag rahe hai ekdum...."
(But Ansh, you're looking amazing...)
Viyansh: "Chalo yaar tum."
(Come on, let's go.)
He turned Vaidehi around playfully and began guiding her out of the room by gently nudging her shoulders forward.
Both Viyansh and Vaidehi descended the stairs together, joining the gathering where everyone eagerly awaited them. They approached Vikram, seeking his blessings with respect and affection, a customary gesture on the occasion of Holi. Vikram bestowed his blessings upon them warmly. After receiving Vikram's blessings, they joined the others in exchanging heartfelt wishes of "Happy Holi". Laughter and smiles filled the air as colorful powders were gently applied to cheeks, marking the beginning of the festive revelry.
Virat: "Bhai, can you please get a clone made of Bhabhi?"
Viyansh: "What?"
Virat: "Yeah, because I want a wife as beautiful as Sweetiepie, but there's no chance anyone will be as beautiful as her."
Virat performed a protective gesture around Vaidehi, rotating his hand around her in a circular motion and then pressing it to his own foreheadâan action commonly believed to ward off the evil eye.
Vaidehi: "Aww, thank you Veer."
Viyansh: "chup kar tu, meri biwi pe line maar Raha hai idiot."
(Shut up, you're hitting on my wife, idiot.)
Vaidehi: "Aap chup kariye Ansh, aapne toh tareef bhi nahi ki meri, huhh."
(You be quiet, Ansh. You didn't even compliment me, huh.)
Vikram: "Whatt??? Is nalayak ne meri ladoo ki tareef nahi ki??"
(What? This lazy one didn't compliment my ladoo?)
Vaidehi: "Nahi na Popsy."
(Nope, Popsy.)
Vikram affectionately pulled Vaidehi into a side hug, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Vikram: "Viyansh ye umeed nahi thi tujhse, itni sundar biwi h aur tareef nahi ki tune?"
(Viyansh, I didn't expect this from you, you have such a beautiful wife and you didn't compliment her?)
Viyansh: "Papa aap bhi jante hai ye aapki ladli kitna jhuth bolti hai."
(Dad, you also know how much your darling daughter lies.)
Vaidehi: "Dekhiye Popsy kaise ilzaam laga rahe hai aapki ladoo pe."
(Look, Popsy, how he's accusing your ladoo.)
Viyansh: "ilzaam?? zara apni subah ki harkat toh batana unhe biwi."
(Accusing? Tell him about your morning act, wife.)
Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat erupted into laughter, reminiscing about Viyansh's face earlier that morning.
Vaidehi: "Maine?? maine kya kiya??"
(Me? What did I do?)
Vikram: "Ladooo?"
Vikram called Vaidehi in a teasing manner, his tone playful and questioning.
Vaidehi: "Maine subah subah inke face pe painting bana di."
(I painted his face in the morning.)
Vikram chuckled warmly and affectionately patted Vaidehi on the head.
Vikram: "Subah subah hi shuru ho gayi thi??"
(You started this early in the morning?)
Vaidehi: "Haan, aur kya Popsy. Abhi toh agli baar Ahaan Bhai ki hai."
(Yes, and next it's Ahaan Bro's turn.)
Vaidehi turned her gaze towards Vihaan with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Vihaan: "bahaut pitegi kuch bhi ulta seedha karegi toh."
(You're going to get it badly if you messes up anything.)
Vikram: "Aur kon pitega meri ladoo ko??"
(And who will hit my ladoo?)
Vihaan: "Arehh yaar ise toh is ghar me koi kuch keh bhi nahi sakta."
(Oh, no one can say anything to her in this house.)
Vihaan let out a playful whine, eliciting chuckles from the others gathered around.
Vaidehi: "Alright, let's go do the morning prayers."
They began their day with a morning prayer, seeking blessings on the auspicious occasion of Holi. Vaidehi lovingly applied tika on the foreheads of all the Singhania men, marking them with a sacred symbol of protection and blessings. In return, Viyansh filled her hairline with vermilion, a gesture symbolizing their marital bond and devotion. As they were immersed in these rituals, a servant interrupted to inform them of the Rathore family's arrival. Vaidehi's face lit up with excitement upon hearing the news, and she hurriedly dashed out to greet their guests.
Viyansh: "Jaana bhago mat."
(Jaana, don't run away.)
He called out, but Vaidehi had already hurried off, propelled by her excitement. The rest of the Singhania family followed suit, joining the festivities where the Holi party was set to take place. The entire lawn had been transformed into a vibrant scene with yellow flowers adorning the surroundings and colorful curtains in shades of pink, blue, yellow, and white adding to the festive ambiance. Water arrangements for playing Holi were neatly set up, and plates filled with various colors of powdered dye were placed on one side of the lawn. On the other side, a spread of snacks and thandai, a traditional Holi drink, awaited the guests.
The Singhania family warmly greeted the Rathore family, including Eklavya, Naina, and their baby boy, Ekansh Eklavya Rathore. Vaidehi, who had the honor of naming the baby, affectionately held Ekansh in her arms. The little boy was especially fond of her, showing his love by kissing and playfully biting her cheeks, which always made her giggle despite his innocent attempts. The gathering continued with colorful powders being applied to cheeks in celebration of Holi, and the younger family members seeking blessings from their elders. Viyansh, watching this display of affection between Vaidehi and Ekansh, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He gently took Ekansh from Vaidehi's arms, wanting to share in the joy of holding their nephew. Despite his jealousy, Viyansh cherished these moments with Ekansh, enjoying the playful innocence of the baby's affection towards Vaidehi. Vaidehi took Ekansh in her arms, and the boy began kissing and licking her cheeks. She giggled at the innocent boy's attempt to bite her, though he only had one tooth so far. Viyansh then took Ekansh from Vaidehi.
Vaidehi: "Arehh Ansh kya kar rahe hai??"
(Ansh, what are you doing?)
Viyansh: "Ye besharam bachcha, meri biwi ke cheeks ko kiss kaise kar sakta hai?? It's only my right."
(This shameless kid, how can he kiss my wife's cheeks? It's only my right.)
Vaidehi couldn't help but giggle at Viyansh's playful complaints and his evident possessiveness .
Vaidehi: "Ansh, bachcha hai abhi vo "
(Ansh, he's just a kid.)
Viyansh: "Exactly, Jaan, this is the right time to teach him manners, not to kiss anybody else's wife."
Vaidehi: "Ansh, usne bolna bhi nahi sikha hai aur use manners sikhayenge."
(Ansh, he hasn't learned to speak properly yet and you're teaching him manners.)
Viyansh: "Tum chup Karo yaar, he can't kiss you that's it."
(You be quiet, he can't kiss you, that's it.)
Vaidehi: "God, now I'm confused bachcha Ekansh hai ya aap."
(God, now I'm confused whether Ekansh is the kid or you.)
She let out a giggle.
Viyansh: "I'll let you know tonight whether I'm a kid or a man."
Viyansh tenderly caressed Vaidehi's cheeks with a touch that was both loving and sensuous, expressing his deep affection for her. After the intimate gesture, he carried Ekansh away to join the other men who were engaged in conversation, leaving Vaidehi standing there, her cheeks flushed with a blush that betrayed the lingering warmth of his touch.
Naina: "Why don't you ask him for a little Viyansh?"
Vaidehi snapped out of her reverie upon hearing Naina's voice.
Vaidehi: "Kya bhabhi aap bhi."
(Bhabhi, you too?)
Vaidehi averted her gaze from Naina.
Naina: "Oh please, no need to feel shy in front of me. I was the one who guided you back then."
Vaidehi responded to Naina with a shy smile.
Naina: "Okay, on a serious note, are you guys planning for a baby?"
As Vaidehi smiled, her thoughts wandered to the prospect of starting a family with Viyansh, a dream she had cherished for a long time. The desire to have children had been a topic of numerous discussions between them throughout their first year of marriage. Despite both feeling ready to embark on this new chapter together, they hadn't yet broached the subject with each other.
Vaidehi: "Bhabhi, I think I'm ready."
Naina, sensing Vaidehi's positive vibe and perhaps catching her smile, got excited and spontaneously hugged her. As they pulled back from the hug, Naina's excitement was palpable. She looked at Vaidehi eagerly and asked, her voice filled with anticipation and curiosity.
Naina: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Vaidehi: "I'll talk to Ansh about it after Vihaan Bhai's wedding. . Ek hafte me sab rituals shuru ho jayenge, busy honge sab. Ek baar sab settle ho jaye then."
(All the rituals will start in a week, everyone will be busy. Let everything settle first.)
Naina: "God, I'm so happy for you. I'll be waiting to be a Mami, and also your doctor as well."
Vaidehi, feeling shy yet elated by Naina's embrace, returned the hug warmly. Naina chuckled affectionately at Vaidehi's bashfulness, knowing her profession as a gynecologist allowed her to understand the significance of such intimate moments and the emotions they entail.
As the celebration continued to unfold, more guests arrived, adding to the festive atmosphere. Vaidehi greeted Vanshika warmly with a hug, their embrace reflecting the close friendship and affection they shared. Meanwhile, the Singhania family welcomed the Verma family, who were Vanshika's family. This included her parents, brother, sister-in-law, and their two-year-old daughter.
Vanshika looked resplendent in her attire, donning a white lehenga paired with a blouse, complemented by a light blue dupatta draped gracefully around her shoulders. Her choice of outfit matched Vihaan's attire, highlighting their coordination and adding to the festive charm of the occasion.
Trope for Vihaan and Vanshika
Shy à Bold
Ms. Vanshika Verma.
(Future: Mrs. Vanshika Vihaan Singhania)
Mr. Vihaan Singhania
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Ain't Viyansh getting to much attracted towards his wife???
What could be the reason?
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Happy reading ð¸ ð