Vaidehi and Vanshika arrived at the venue for Vanshika's hen's party, the atmosphere already buzzing with excitement and joy. The room was beautifully decorated with twinkling fairy lights, colorful streamers, and a large banner that read, "Bride-to-Be." Friends greeted them with enthusiastic hugs and laughter, setting the tone for a memorable evening. The party began with everyone gathering around a large table filled with an array of delicious snacks and soft drinks. Vaidehi and Vanshika joined in the lively conversations, catching up with friends and sharing stories from their lives. As the evening progressed, the music grew louder, and the dance floor beckoned. A popular upbeat song played, and soon everyone was up and dancing. In between dances, they played a variety of fun games. Singing was another highlight of the evening. A karaoke machine was set up, and Vaidehi, Vanshika, and their friends took turns belting out their favorite songs. As the night continued, the group took countless photos, capturing the fun and memorable moments. The hen's party was a resounding success, filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable moments. Vaidehi and Vanshika left the party with their hearts full.
It was around 10 at night when Vaidehi returned home, feeling content from the fun-filled hen's party but also craving something sweet. Heading towards the staircase, she suddenly felt a strong desire for dessert. Without hesitation, she turned towards the kitchen, her mind set on finding something to satisfy her craving. Upon opening the fridge, she found exactly what she was looking for: a box of her favorite choco chip ice cream. Her eyes lit up, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She quickly took out the ice cream and grabbed a spoon. However, as she tried to dig into the treat, her saree became entangled with her hand, frustrating her. Determined to enjoy her ice cream without any further interruptions, Vaidehi placed the ice cream container on the kitchen counter. She took the loose end of her saree and tucked it securely into her waist, freeing her hands. With a satisfied smile, she settled herself on the kitchen slab, her back facing the door, and resumed eating her ice cream.
Viyansh had just returned home, eager to reach his room and be with Vaidehi. He was in a hurry, his steps quick and purposeful. However, as he passed by the kitchen, he noticed the lights were on. Curiosity piqued, he decided to check.
Viyansh: "Is waqt kitchen me kon hoga, Vihu, Raj aur Veer toh bahar hai. Kahi papa.. unki tabiyat toh thik hai."
(Who's in the kitchen at this hour? Vihu, Raj, and Veer are all out. Is it Dad? I hope he's okay.)
As he quietly approached the kitchen, he heard the faint clinking of a spoon against a container. Viyansh moved quietly towards the kitchen, feeling a wave of relief when he saw that it wasn't his father but his beautiful wife, Vaidehi, enjoying her ice cream. The sight of her sitting on the kitchen slab in her stunning black saree, savoring her treat with such innocent delight, made his heart skip a beat. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest and one leg over the other, simply admiring her. Vaidehi, with her back still turned to him, was blissfully unaware of his presence, completely absorbed in the simple pleasure of her ice cream. The combination of her elegance in the saree and the childlike joy on her face as she ate made her look both breathtakingly beautiful and adorably cute at the same time. Viyansh took a moment to just soak in the sight, feeling a swell of love and admiration for his wife. The way she could effortlessly blend grace and innocence was one of the many things he adored about her. He couldnât help but smile, watching her contentment, knowing that she was happy and at ease.
Vaidehi was completely engrossed in savoring her ice cream, a content smile playing on her lips. Unbeknownst to her, a small smudge of ice cream had spread near her mouth. Viyansh chuckled softly at her adorable clumsiness, finding the sight utterly endearing.
Vaidehi: "It's so yummy, pura kha jati hu Varna baad me Ansh khane nahi denge."
(This is so yummy. I should eat it all now, otherwise, Ansh won't let me have any later.)
Viyansh's smile slowly faded, replaced by a frown and a glare as he watched Vaidehi enjoying her ice cream. His thoughts were troubled; he prided himself on being considerate and attentive to her needs, particularly because she was sensitive and prone to illness. But now, seeing her playful comment about his protectiveness, he felt a pang of hurt. He walked closer, his expression serious, and stood in front of her. Vaidehi, caught off guard, paused with the spoon halfway to her mouth. Her eyes widened as she sensed the change in his demeanor. She swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling the weight of his gaze upon her.
Viyansh: "Toh main tumhe ice cream khane nahi deta??"
(So, I don't let you eat ice cream?)
Vaidehi swallowed nervously as Viyansh gently removed the spoon from her mouth and set the ice cream tub aside.
Vaidehi: "Na..nahi Ansh, main.. main toh bas.."
(No..no, Ansh, I... I was just...)
Viyansh stood close to Vaidehi, his hands resting firmly on either side of the kitchen slab, framing her waist. His expression softened from the earlier frown into a contemplative gaze, focusing intently on her face.
Viyansh: "Bolo jaan"
(Tell me, jaan.)
He leaned in towards her ear, his breath warm against her skin, and playfully licked it before giving a gentle bite. Vaidehi couldn't help but close her eyes, a mixture of surprise and pleasure coursing through her as she felt his unexpected touch. Her hands moved instinctively to his shoulders, fingers lightly gripping as she responded to the sensation, a blend of excitement and a hint of uncertainty dancing in her mind.
Vaidehi: "Mai..main bas vo..vo"
(I... I just... um... that...)
His hands gently moved to her waist, fingers curling around the soft fabric of her saree. With a deliberate yet gentle tug, he pulled the end of her saree free from where it was tucked into her waist, causing it to cascade down slightly. Vaidehi instinctively tightened her grip on his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. She felt a rush of anticipation and affection as Viyansh's touch sent a tingling sensation through her body.
Viyansh: "And vo picture bhejne se aapka kya matlab tha bachcha??"
(And what did you mean by sending that picture, baby?)
Viyansh playfully leaned closer to Vaidehi, his tongue gently tracing along her cheeks and teasingly near her lips to capture the lingering sweetness of the ice cream. His actions were light and tender, infused with a sense of intimacy and mischief.
Vaidehi: "Ansh.."
Viyansh felt a rush of warmth and tenderness as Vaidehi moaned his name, her voice soft and filled with a mix of emotions. With deliberate gentleness, Viyansh slid his arm around Vaidehi's waist, drawing her closer to him, while his other hand slipped beneath her legs. His touch was steady yet tender, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms. Vaidehi responded by closing her eyes, her face nuzzling against Viyansh's neck, seeking comfort and closeness in his embrace. As he held her close, Viyansh could feel her heartbeat against his chest, steady and reassuring.
Viyansh: "Someone is being shy shy."
Viyansh chuckled as Vaidehi playfully hit his chest. He carried her to their room and with a playful maneuver, he used his leg to gently nudge the door closed behind them, creating a sense of privacy and intimacy as they entered the space they shared.
Viyansh: "Lock it jaana."
Vaidehi locked the door behind her with a soft click, ensuring their privacy. The room was dimly lit, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. As they reached the bed, he carefully helped her lie down on the soft, plush mattress, positioning her comfortably. He then leaned over her, his presence both protective and passionate. His gaze locked onto hers, a silent communication passing between them, filled with trust and anticipation. His hands moved to her waist, fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He found the waist chain that adorned her, a symbol of her grace and beauty, and slowly, almost reverently, he pulled it free, letting it fall away. With his other hand, he gently cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. The tenderness in his touch was palpable, contrasting with the intensity of the moment. He supported his body weight on his elbow, ensuring he didn't press down on her, maintaining a balance between closeness and comfort.
Viyansh: "You look so ravishing today."
Vaidehi felt a warm, tender kiss on her cheek, the sensation sending a delightful shiver through her body. Her lips curled into a shy smile as she instinctively turned her face away, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. He couldn't help but smile at her sweet reaction, finding her shyness endearing. With a gentle determination, he leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers. His hand, warm and steady, began to glide slowly upward along her back, tracing the contours of her spine with delicate precision. But then, just as the moment seemed to be deepening, he paused. He pulled back slightly to look at her.
Viyansh: "May I??"
Vaidehi's shy smile widened as she met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. She reached up with both hands, gently cupping his face, her touch tender and reassuring. Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw, her thumbs softly brushing his cheeks.
Vaidehi: "You don't need to ask me every time, Ansh. You know my answer."
Viyansh: "I don't need to ask every time, but I should and I will. Now, may I?"
Vaidehi's smile radiated warmth as she leaned in and placed a gentle peck on his cheek, her lips barely brushing his skin. This tender gesture was her unspoken answer, a silent affirmation of her feelings and her readiness to deepen their connection. In the next heartbeat, he closed the small distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. The world around them seemed to fade away as they got lost in the depth of their love. The kiss was a dance of emotions, a blend of longing and affection, conveying everything they felt for each other without the need for words. Their hands explored gently, each touch and caress a testament to their deepening bond. Time seemed to stand still as they were enveloped in their shared warmth, the rhythm of their hearts beating in unison. The room, once filled with quiet anticipation, now resonated with the symphony of their love, pure and all-encompassing. In that intimate moment, they were entirely absorbed in each other, finding solace and joy in their closeness, and savoring the beautiful, profound connection they shared.
Next morning,
Vaidehi slept peacefully in Viyansh's arms, her breathing slow and steady. Viyansh lay beside her, his gaze tender as he admired her serene expression. The soft glow of the early morning light casts a gentle hue over them, highlighting the tranquility of the moment. Suddenly, Vaidehi's peaceful slumber was interrupted by a wave of nausea. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her eyes began to flutter open. As she stirred, Viyansh noticed the change and smiled, his heart warming at the sight of her waking up.
Viyansh: "Good morning Biwi."
Vaidehi's eyes fluttered open, and instead of greeting Viyansh with a smile, she suddenly pushed him away. Without a word, she threw off the blanket and bolted to the washroom, her hand covering her mouth. Alarmed, Viyansh quickly followed her, his heart racing with concern. He reached the washroom just in time to see her vomiting into the sink. Instinctively, he gathered her hair in one hand, keeping it away from her face, while his other hand gently rubbed her back in soothing circles. Once she had finished, Viyansh guided Vaidehi to wash her face, ensuring she felt refreshed. He fetched a face towel, tenderly wiping away any residual discomfort from her pale face. Once back at the bed, he helped her sit down and then knelt in front of her, holding her hand in his. Vaidehi looked up at him, her face still displaying the aftermath of her nausea, yet a subtle glow seemed to emanate from her.
Viyansh: "Kya hua jaana??"
(What's wrong, jaan?)
Vaidehi: "Pata nahi Ansh."
(I don't know, Ansh.)
Viyansh: "Ok, chalo ready ho jao hum abhi hospital chalte hai."
(Okay, get ready. We're going to the hospital right now.)
As Viyansh started to stand up, Vaidehi's hand tightened around his, stopping him in his tracks. He looked down at her, his concern deepening at the silent plea in her eyes.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, I just threw up once, isme hospital jaane ki kya baat hai??"
(Ansh, I just threw up once. Why do we need to go to the hospital for that?)
Viyansh: "Jaana, is baat pe carelessness nahi ha. Tabiyat thik nahi hai tumhari."
(Jaan, we can't be careless about this. You're not feeling well.)
Vaidehi gently guided Viyansh to sit beside her on the bed, her hands moving to cup his face with a tenderness that spoke volumes.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, maine kal kuch ulta seedha kha liya hoga party me isiliye ye hua. "
(Ansh, I might have eaten something off at the party yesterday, that's all.)
Viyansh: "Hadd karti ho yaar mana kiya tha na ye sab khane se. "
(I told you not to eat that stuff. This is too much.)
Vaidehi: "Achcha sorry, par aap samjhiye na Aaj Sangeet and Mehendi hai bahaut kaam hai Ansh, and main bilkul thik hai."
(Okay, sorry. But understand, today is the Sangeet and Mehendi, there's a lot to do, Ansh. And I'm really fine.)
Viyansh: "Thik ho?? Shakal se hi kitni tired lag rahi ho."
( Fine? You look so tired.)
Vaidehi: "Because aapne mujhe sone nahi diya, toh thakan toh hogi na."
(Because you didn't let me sleep, so of course, I'm tired.)
She winked playfully at Viyansh, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Taken aback, Viyansh responded with a mock glare, attempting to maintain a stern expression. However, the flush spreading across his cheeks betrayed him, making his embarrassment all too evident. Seeing his blush, Vaidehi couldn't help but giggle.
Vaidehi: "Kya hua Ansh ab boliye bhi."
(What's wrong, Ansh? Say something.)
Viyansh: "Chup Karo tum, functions hote rahenge hum abhi hospital ja rahe hai, I can't be careless like you."
(Be quiet, functions will keep happening. We're going to the hospital now. I can't be as careless as you.)
Vaidehi: "Achcha achcha, agar vapas se if I throw up toh definitely we'll go but abhi main sachchi me thik hu Ansh, don't take stress."
(Okay, okay. If I throw up again, we'll definitely go. But right now, I'm really fine, Ansh. Don't stress.)
Viyansh: "Pakka??"
(Promise?)
Vaidehi: "Haa baba."
(Yes, I promise.)
Viyansh: "Ok but abhi Jo main kahunga vahi khaogi tum aur agar tumhari tabiyat aur kharab huyi toh main ek nahi sunne wala tumhari."
(Okay, but you'll eat only what I say, and if your condition gets worse, I'm not listening to any excuses from you.)
Vaidehi: "Jo hukum pati parmeshwar."
(Yes, my lord.)
Vaidehi, still feeling playful, decided to add a touch of dramatic flair. She bowed in front of Viyansh with a flourish, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Viyansh couldn't help but smile at her antics. He reached out, gently lifting her back up and drawing her close. As she stood in front of him, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.
Viyansh: "Chalo ab bhook lagi hogi na."
(Come on, you must be hungry now.)
Vaidehi: "Bahaut. Chaliye."
(Very much. Let's go.)
As Vaidehi turned towards the door, Viyansh gently reached out and took hold of her hand.
Vaidehi: "Kya??"
(What?)
Viyansh: "Ghar me sabko batana hai kya kal raat ke bare me??"
(Do you want to tell everyone about last night?)
Vaidehi: "Jiii????"
(What?)
Viyansh: "Go and bath you dedh foot."
(Go and take a bath, you 1.5 feet)
Viyansh glanced towards Vaidehi, his eyes lingering on the oversized shirt she wore, which happened to be his own. The fabric draped loosely around her frame, its familiarity contrasting with the playful atmosphere between them.
Vaidehi: "You cheh foot zyada mazaak mat banaiye mera. "
(You six feet, Don't make fun of me)
Viyansh couldn't resist the urge to pull Vaidehi closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. His embrace was warm and secure, his hands finding comfort in the curve of her back. With a soft sigh, he rested his head against her stomach, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing beneath his cheek.
Viyansh: "Nahi toh kya kar logi??"
(Then what will you do?)
Vaidehi placed her hands gently on his shoulders, feeling his warmth. She ran her fingers through his hair soothingly.
Vaidehi: "Kya fayda cheh foot ka hone ka jab aapko chalna mere isharo le hi hai."
(What's the use of being six feet if you're going to listen to me?)
Vaidehi couldn't help but chuckle as Viyansh rubbed his face against her stomach, his actions tickling her slightly. Her laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, a mix of joy and ticklish delight, her hands lightly patting his back in an attempt to gently nudge him away.
Viyansh: "I can do that my entire life. Aapka hukum sar aakhon par mera bachcha."
(Your wish is my command, my love.)
Vaidehi: "Alright, I'm too tired because of you, take me to the washroom."
Viyansh couldn't resist the impulse to sweep Vaidehi off her feet, quite literally. With a gentle yet confident lift, he scooped her up in his arms, cradling her close to him. Vaidehi squealed with surprise and delight, her laughter filling the room as he twirled her around playfully. As he settled her securely in his arms, Viyansh leaned in, rubbing his nose affectionately against her neck. Vaidehi giggled uncontrollably, her hands finding their way around his neck, holding on to him as they shared this moment of joy and closeness. Their laughter echoed in the room, a melody of happiness and love. Viyansh couldn't help but smile widely, feeling the warmth of her laughter and the joy of holding her so close. They continued to laugh and share playful moments, their morning filled with love, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.
At the breakfast table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room where Viyansh, Vaidehi, and perhaps others were seated. They gathered around the table, serving themselves from the spread of food laid out before them.
Viyansh took a moment to scoop out a serving of oats for Vaidehi and himself. He placed the bowl in front of her with a gentle smile, his eyes meeting hers briefly as he settled back into his seat.
Vikram: "Areh Viyansh, kya kar Raha hai beta?? Ladoo ko oats nahi pasand."
(Viyansh, what are you doing, son? Ladoo doesn't like oats.)
Vaidehi: "Nahi Popsy aaj mera yahi khane ka man hai."
(No Popsy, I feel like eating this today.)
Vikram, Viraj, Virat, and Vihaan glanced over at Vaidehi with amused expressions as she sat at the breakfast table.
Vaidehi: "Kya hua??"
(What happened?)
Virat: "sweetiepie aap na bhai ke sath kum hi raha karo, dheere dheere unke jaise bante ja rahi ho."
(Sweetiepie, try not to stay with brother too much, you're starting to behave like him.)
Viraj: "Exactly cupcake we have observed aaj kal aap bilkul Bhai ke jaisi behave karne lagi ho."
(Exactly, cupcake, we've noticed you're behaving just like brother.)
Viyansh: "Tum dono meri biwi ko mujhse hi dur rehne ko bol rahe ho??? Sharam nahi aati bhai ka ghar bigaadte huye."
(Are you both telling my wife to stay away from me? Aren't you ashamed of spoiling your brother's house?)
As Vaidehi giggled at the banter between the brothers, Vikram noticed something unusual - she was dipping her food into pickle, something she typically didn't do. His curiosity piqued, he exchanged a quick glance with the other brothers, a question forming in his mind.
Vikram: "Ladoo, achar kab se khane lagi??"
(Ladoo, when did you start eating pickles?)
Viyansh glanced at Vaidehi with a playful glare, his eyes pretending to show disapproval.
Viyansh: "Tumhe mana kiya tha spicy cheeze khane se."
(I told you to avoid spicy foods.)
Vaidehi: "Main toh bas taste kar rhi thi, but achcha nahi lag raha hai."
(I was just tasting it, but I don't like it.)
Upon realizing that Vaidehi didn't actually like pickle, Vikram's initial curiosity turned into a brief moment of disappointment. However, Vikram quickly let it go, not wanting to dwell on the minor detail.
Vaidehi: "But ye oats bahaut achche lag rahe hai."
(But these oats taste really good.)
Vaidehi leaned in close to Viyansh, her voice barely above a whisper.
Viyansh: "Achcha hai ab oats khane me nakhre nahi kiye tumne."
(It's good that you didn't make a fuss about eating oats.)
Vaidehi: "Aapke dar se nahi kha rahi hu, achcha lag raha hai tabhi hi kha rahi hu. Huhh."
(I'm not eating because of your fear, I genuinely like it. Huhh.)
Vaidehi whispered something softly, continuing to eat her food while Viyansh watched her intently.
Virat: "Bhai hume pata hai humari girlfriend bahaut cute hai par aap aise Nazar mat lagaiye unhe."
(Brother, we know our girlfriend is very cute, but don't stare at her like that.)
Viyansh: "Bhabhi maa. bolo pehle tum dono nahi toh pitoge."
(call her sister in law first, otherwise you both will get beaten up.)
Viraj: "Cupcake I love you."
Viraj playfully blew a flying kiss toward Vaidehi, who responded by pretending to catch it, all in good fun. Her action was met with a playful glare from Viyansh, who couldn't help but show a hint of jealousy, albeit in a good-natured manner. Vikram, observing the scene unfold, leaned back in his chair with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the ongoing banter and playful dynamics between his brothers and Vaidehi. He chuckled softly, finding amusement in their interactions.
Vihaan: "Bhai main toh bolta hu in dono ko kuch dino ke liye kahi bhej do. Kal meri Shika aayegi toh kahi ye log uske sath bhi flirt na kare."
(Brother, I suggest sending these two somewhere for a few days. Tomorrow my Shika will come, and I don't want them flirting with her.)
Virat: "Hum kahi nahi jayenge."
(We're not going anywhere.)
Viraj: "Exactly, we want to spend time with sugarcup."
Vihaan: "Sugarcup kon hai?"
(Who is sugarcup?)
Viraj: "Vanshi bhabhs."
Vihaan: "Tum dono aise nahi manoge na??"
(Are you both not going to listen?)
Virat: "Areh agar sweetiepie humari girlfriend hai toh cutiepie humari Crush hai."
(Well, if sweetiepie is our girlfriend, then cutiepie is our crush.)
Viyansh: "Ab cutiepie kon hai."
(Now who is cutiepie?)
Virat: "Vanshi bhabhs aur kon."
(obviously.)
Vihaan: "Bhai, main bata raha hu main case kar dunga in dono pe."
(Brother, I'm telling you, I'll file a case against these two.)
Viyansh: "Witness ke liye main aa jaunga."
(I'll come as a witness.)
Virat: "Sweetiepie hai na hume bachane ke liye"
(Sweetiepie, you're there to save us.).
Viraj: "Cupcake aap please sambhalo apne pati ko, pagal ho gaye hai thode. Aur Vihu Bhai kal se pagal hone wale hai."
(Cupcake, please handle your husband, he's gone crazy. And Vihu Bhai will become crazy from tomorrow.)
Vihaan, Viyansh: "Chup Karo dono."
(Shut up, both of you.)
As the playful banter escalated at the breakfast table, Vihaan and Viyansh, perhaps with shared exasperation, decided to scold Viraj and Virat in unison. Their voices, though stern, carried a hint of amusement, indicating that their scolding was more of a playful reprimand than anything serious. Meanwhile, Vikram and Vaidehi burst into laughter at the scene unfolding before them. Vikram's laughter was hearty and infectious, while Vaidehi's giggles were musical and filled with joy.
Vaidehi: "Achcha achcha, bas kijiye aap sab, Sangeet aaj hi, venue pe jaake sab dekhna bhi toh hai."
(Alright, alright, everyone stop. We have the Sangeet today, we need to go to the venue and check everything.)
Everyone nodded in acknowledgment and returned to their breakfast, the atmosphere lightened by their playful exchange and camaraderie.
In the afternoon, the Singhania and Verma families arrived at the grand, lavish hotel that had been booked for the Sangeet and Mehendi ceremonies of Vihaan and Vanshika. It was a bustling scene with preparations in full swing for the upcoming celebrations. The families mingled, exchanging warm greetings and catching up with each other. Viyansh, Vikram, Abhay (Vanshika's father), and Sashwat (Vanshika's brother) took charge of overseeing all the arrangements. They moved around the venue, ensuring everything was in place for the functions and attending to the needs of the guests. Viyansh, with his attention to detail, checked the seating arrangements and decor, making sure every corner of the venue reflected the elegance and grandeur befitting the occasion. Vikram, known for his organizational skills, coordinated with the event staff to ensure the schedule of events ran smoothly and efficiently. Throughout the afternoon, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and excitement, as friends and family members gathered to celebrate the union of Vihaan and Vanshika. The venue, adorned with flowers and vibrant decorations, exuded a festive charm that set the stage for the joyous festivities to come.
As evening approached, the hotel rooms buzzed with activity as everyone prepared for the upcoming function. Each family member had their own room booked at the lavish hotel, getting dressed and ready for the Sangeet and Mehendi ceremony of Vihaan and Vanshika. Viyansh returned to his room, greeted by a scene that brought a smirk to his face. Vaidehi was in the midst of getting ready, wearing a blouse and lehenga, her attention focused on searching through various bags scattered around the room. Her hair might have been styled in preparation for the evening ahead. Seeing her engrossed in the midst of her belongings, Viyansh couldn't help but be amused by her typical disarray. He leaned against the door frame, watching her with a fond expression. The sight of Vaidehi in traditional attire only added to her charm in his eyes.
Viyansh: "Jaan, are you trying to seduce me again?"
With a smirk on his face, Viyansh asked a question, perhaps teasing or jokingly probing into something. Vaidehi, in response, looked at him with a crying face.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, kuch bhi mat boliye."
(Ansh, don't say anything.)
Viyansh, noticing Vaidehi's sudden change in expression, immediately sensed something was wrong. He approached her and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close into a comforting embrace.
Viyansh: "Ab kya ho gaya meri jaan ko??"
(What happened to my jaan now?)
Feeling the security and comfort of Viyansh's embrace, Vaidehi allowed herself to relax completely. She leaned back slightly into his chest, her body yielding as she trusted him to support her. Viyansh held her gently yet securely, his arms wrapped around her with a protective embrace.
Vaidehi: "Main late ho gayi hu aur ab tak taiyaar nahi hu, kuch thik se mil bhi nahi Raha hai."
(I'm running late and I'm not even ready yet, I can't find anything properly.)
Viyansh: "Maine toh kaha hi tha gifts and all alag se rakho."
(I told you to keep gifts and all separate.)
Vaidehi: "Ab aap taana marenge ya meri help karenge??"
(Are you going to tease me or help me now?)
As Vaidehi looked up at Viyansh from within the comfort of his embrace, a soft question formed on her lips. Viyansh leaned down slightly, his hand gently cupping her cheek. With a tender smile, he brought his nose to lightly rub against hers.
Viyansh: "Aao abhi sab mil jayenge."
(Come on, we'll find everything now.)
As they worked diligently together, sorting through the gifts and organizing their belongings, a sense of accomplishment filled the air. Vaidehi and Viyansh efficiently set aside all the gifts and tidied up their own things, bringing order to the room. Once the task was completed, they shared a moment of relief. Vaidehi couldn't contain her happiness at the successful completion of such a simple yet satisfying task. She turned to Viyansh with a bright smile and she moved closer and wrapped her arms around him in a heartfelt hug.
Vaidehi: "Thank you Ansh."
He chuckled.
Viyansh: "Isme kya thank you."
(What's there to thank me for?)
Vaidehi: "Aap nahi help karte toh kaise hota sab, aapko pata hai main na aaj kal thoda sa bhi kaam kar lu toh thak jaati hu."
(If you didn't help, how would everything have worked out? You know, nowadays I get tired even with a little work.)
Viyansh abruptly pulled away from the hug and gave Vaidehi a stern glare.
Viyansh: "Puri shadi ki zimmedari khud le rakhi hai tumne, koi kaam karta hai toh use jaake recheck karti ho, decorations walo ki aur caterers ki band Baja rakhi hai tumne, ye tumhe thoda kaam lagta hai???"
(You've taken full responsibility for the wedding. You check everything that's done, you've been on the decorators and caterers' cases. Does this seem like a little work to you?)
Vaidehi: "Ahhh vo..vo Ansh bahaut late ho raha hai, jaiye ready ho jaiye aapke kapde vaha rakhe hai."
(Ahhh Ansh, it's getting very late. Go get ready, your clothes are kept there.)
She pointed towards the couch where she had placed her green kurta with golden salwar, coordinating with her green lehenga and golden dupatta.
Viyansh: "Sab samajh raha hu main."
(I understand everything.)
Vaidehi: "Jaiye na Ansh."
( Go, Ansh.)
After Vaidehi pointed out where his clothes were, she playfully pushed Viyansh towards the couch where his kurta and salwar were waiting. Viyansh, amused by her gentle nudge, chuckled softly and went over to the couch to retrieve his outfit.
After Vaidehi pointed out where his clothes were, she playfully pushed Viyansh towards the couch where his kurta and salwar were waiting. Viyansh, amused by her gentle nudge, chuckled softly and went over to the couch to retrieve his outfit.
As he picked up the green kurta with golden salwar, Viyansh headed towards the washroom to change.
Feeling all set for the evening's festivities, Vaidehi had meticulously adorned herself with basic makeup, bangles, anklets, waist chain, a bindi, and her nuptial chain gleaming around her neck. She eagerly picked up her earrings to complete her look, but suddenly, a strange sensation gripped her stomach. Her expression shifted to one of discomfort, and she swiftly covered her mouth with her hand, realizing she needed immediate relief. Without hesitation, she hurried towards the washroom, which she found locked. Panic tinged her urgency as she knocked on the door, hoping desperately for a quick resolution to her discomfort.
Viyansh: "Kya hua Jaan??"
(What's wrong, Jaan?)
Viyansh grew increasingly concerned when Vaidehi didn't respond to his initial inquiry, focusing instead on urgently knocking on the locked washroom door. Worried about her well-being, he swiftly opened the door, allowing her to rush inside. Vaidehi, overcome by nausea, moved past him without a word and began to vomit, her discomfort becoming evident. Seeing her in distress, Viyansh's worry deepened. He gently held her, feeling her body limp with weakness, and began to pat and rub her back soothingly as she continued to be sick. Once Vaidehi finished, Viyansh tenderly washed her face and then wiped it gently with a towel, helping to alleviate some of her discomfort. He then guided her back to their room, where he carefully seated her and positioned himself in front of her. Viyansh offered her a glass of water, assisting her as she took small sips to regain her composure.
Viyansh: "Are you okay, Biwi?"
As Vaidehi nodded, her exhaustion and discomfort were palpable. Viyansh observed her closely, his concern deepening at the sight of her tired demeanor. He gently set the glass of water aside and reached out to hold her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin and the weight of her weariness.
Viyansh: "Achcha Okay, do one thing, change out of this heavy dress, and then we'll go to the hospital. Come, I'll help you."
Vaidehi adjusted herself, sitting up straight, and turned her gaze towards Viyansh.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, niche function start ho gaya hai, we can't go now."
(Ansh, the function downstairs has already started. We can't go now.)
Viyansh: "Shut up, Jaan. I already told you, if you throw up again, we're going to the hospital. And you've thrown up twice now, right?"
Viyansh noticed Vaidehi's subtle gesture of lowering her gaze, which hinted at her possibly hiding something from him. Despite her attempt to conceal whatever was on her mind, Viyansh's familiarity with her mannerisms and emotions allowed him to sense that something was amiss. He reached out, gently tilting her chin upward to meet his gaze again, his expression soft yet concerned.
Viyansh: "Jaan, was this the second time?"
In the silence that followed Vaidehi's confession, she remained withdrawn, her gaze averted and her thoughts seemingly distant.
Viyansh: "Jaan, sach sach batana, ye dusri baar nahi tha na."
(Jaan, tell me the truth, this wasn't the second time, was it?)
Vaidehi: "Vo... It was the fourth time."
Viyansh: "Whatttt."
Viyansh was taken aback and began to feel panicked. Sensing his distress, Vaidehi held his hand firmly.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, hum kal subah subah ya aaj function ke baad doctor ke pass chale jayenge, but abhi please function me chalte hai."
(Ansh, we can go to the doctor tomorrow morning or after the function today, but please let's go to the function now.)
Viyansh: "Are you out of your mind, yahi carelessness nahi pasand hai mujhe tumhari. Chalo chup chap abhi."
( Are you out of your mind? I don't like this carelessness of yours. Come on, quietly now.)
Vaidehi: "Nahi Ansh, main nahi ja rahi hu abhi kahi. Function start ho gaya hoga, hum niche nahi honge toh sab kya sochenge."
(No, Ansh, I'm not going anywhere now. The function must have started downstairs, what will everyone think if we're not there?)
Viyansh: "I don't care, and I don't think Vihaan aur Vanshika ko bhi bura lagega agar unhe ye pata chalega ki tum hospital ja rahi ho, toh chali chup chap."
(I don't care, and I don't think Vihaan and Vanshika would mind if they find out you're going to the hospital. So come quietly now.)
Vaidehi: "Kyu zidd kar rahe hai Ansh, bol rhi hu na function ke baad chalenge."
(Why are you being stubborn, Ansh? I said we'll go after the function.)
Viyansh: "Main zidd kar raha hu?? Hadd hai ek toh tabiyat kharab karke baithi ho aur ab treatment bhi nahi karana hai."
(Am I being stubborn? It's enough. First, you sit here with your bad health, and now you don't even want treatment.)
Vaidehi: "Main thik hu Ansh."
(I'm fine, Ansh.)
Viyansh: "Shut up just shut up jaan. Ab koi behes nahi."
(Just shut up, Jaan. No more arguments.)
Vaidehi: "Main nahi jaungi hospital and that's final. Now don't irritate me."
( I won't go to the hospital, and that's final. Now don't irritate me.)
Viyansh: "Am I irritating you?"
Vaidehi: "Yes."
Viyansh: "Fine, raho aise hi. "
(Fine, stay like this then.)
As Viyansh stood up and moved towards the dressing table to retrieve his watch, Vaidehi sighed softly, her emotions still palpable from their earlier conversation. She followed him quietly, her steps hesitant yet determined to be near him.
Viyansh glanced at her reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his watch, noting her presence behind him.
Vaidehi: "Ansh mera vo matlab nahi tha."
(Ansh, that's not what I meant.)
Turning towards Vaidehi, Viyansh met her gaze.
Viyansh: "Abhi hospital chalogi??"
(Will you go to the hospital now?)
Vaidehi: "Nahi."
(No)
Viyansh: "Toh jab tumhara jawab haa ho, tabhi mere pass aana aur baat karna. Now bye."
(Then when you decide to come to me with a yes, then we'll talk. Now bye.)
As Viyansh took his phone and left the room, his departure signaled a shift in the atmosphere between him and Vaidehi. While he wasn't outwardly angry with her because that was not his cup of tea but he was really upset with her. This marked the first significant disagreement they had encountered in their year of marriage, which weighed heavily on him.
Despite having tears in her eyes due to heightened emotions from her hormones, Vaidehi wiped them away and composed herself. She focused on preparing for the function ahead, determined to manage her feelings and present herself well for the event.
Viyansh, feeling upset and concerned for Vaidehi, couldn't bear to leave her alone in the room. Despite their disagreement, his worry for her well-being outweighed any lingering frustration. He swiftly took out his phone and dialed Virat's number, hoping for a quick response. After three rings, Virat picked up the call.
Virat: "Bhai kaha ho aap dono, Guests aane lage hai."
(Bhai, where are you both? Guests are starting to arrive.)
Viyansh: "I know Virat, but tu mujhe 5th floor ke corridor me mil abhi."
(I know, Virat, but meet me in the corridor on the fifth floor right now.)
Virat: "Kya hua bhai??"
(What's wrong, bhai?)
Viyansh: "Veer, now."
Virat: "Coming."
After finishing their call, Viyansh proceeded to dial Eklavya's number.
Eklavya: "Yes, Viyansh?"
Viyansh: "Listen, have you all left the house?"
Eklavya: "No, Naina is just getting Ekansh ready."
Viyansh: "Okay, now listen. Please ask Naina bhabhi to bring her medical kit."
Eklavya: "Why, what happened?"
Viyansh: "Jaan is not well aur ziddi ladki meri sun nahi Rahi hai. She threw up 4 times, looked so tired and pale lekin nahi madam ji ko function ki padi hai."
(Jaan is not well, and my stubborn wife isn't listening to me. She's thrown up four times, looks tired and pale, but no, madam is more concerned about the function.)
Eklavya: "Oh, okay. Don't worry, I'll tell Naina."
Viyansh: "Yeah, thanks. Come soon."
Eklavya: "Yep."
Viyansh ended the call, and shortly after, Virat arrived at his location.
Virat: "Yes, bhai."
Viyansh: "I'm going downstairs. tu apni bhabhi maa ko araam se niche lekar aa."
(Bring your bhabhi down with you calmly.)
Virat: "Aap bhi toh unke sath aa sakte the na."
(Couldn't you have come with her too?)
Viyansh: "Tujhe jitna bola hai karega??"
(Will you do as I say?)
Virat: "Don't tell me aapne sweetiepie se jhagda kiya hai, bhai main bata raha hu achcha nahi hoga."
(Don't tell me you had an argument with sweetiepie. Bhai, I'm telling you, it won't be good.)
Viyansh: "Veeerrrr"
Virat: "Ok ok, main leke aata hu."
(Okay, okay, I'll bring her.)
Viyansh nodded in acknowledgment and departed from the location. Later, Virat knocked on Vaidehi's door. After a moment, Vaidehi opened the door, her face initially lighting up with a smile, expecting to see Viyansh. However, as she realized it was Virat standing there instead, her smile faltered, replaced by a mix of surprise and disappointment.
Virat: "Bhabhi maa, bhai asked me to bring you downstairs with me."
Vaidehi: "Ohh, okay let's go"
Vaidehi stepped out of her room and locked the door behind her, her mind still processing the mix of emotions from earlier. Together, they made their way towards the elevator, the hallway quiet except for the soft hum of the hotel's ambiance.
Virat: "Bhabhi, were you crying?"
Vaidehi: "What? No, Veer."
Virat: "Are you sure?"
Vaidehi: "Yeah, I must be tired, that's it."
Virat decided not to dwell on Vaidehi's disappointment and instead they both made their way to the ground floor hall where the function was in progress.
Vaidehi: "Veer, you can go now. I'll just join Vanshika."
As Virat nodded and respectfully left Vaidehi's side, she made her way over to Vanshika, who was adorned in a striking green lehenga paired with a pink dupatta. Vanshika was engrossed in the process of applying mehendi to her hands. Vaidehi settled beside Vanshika, joining in the ritualistic application of mehendi. The skilled artist began delicately tracing beautiful patterns on Vaidehi's hands, using henna paste to create intricate designs that would deepen in color over time.
Virat approached Viyansh, who was engaged in conversation with guests, and his expression conveyed a mix of concern and seriousness. Viyansh noticed Virat's glare and excused himself politely from the guests, understanding that Virat needed to discuss something important.
Viyansh: "What?"
Virat: "Aapne meri sweetiepie ko rulaya??"
(Did you make my sweetiepie cry?)
Viyansh: "What?? Jaan ro rahi thi??"
(What? Jaan was crying?)
Virat: "That means aap ne sach me unhe daata hai kya??"
(That means you really did scold her?)
Viyansh: "First tell me, was she crying?"
Virat: "I didn't saw her crying but unki aakhein laal thi aur vo udaas bhi lag rahi thi."
(I didn't see her crying, but her eyes were red and she seemed upset.)
Viyansh: "God, meri hi galti hai mujhe pata hai she's emotionally sensitive phir main lad ke aa gaya usse."
(God, it's my fault. I know she's emotionally sensitive, and I argued with her.)
Virat: "Whattt??? Aap meri sweetiepie se lad ke aaye ho. Bhai achcha nahi kiya aapne, abhi jaake manaiye unhe."
(What? You argued with my sweetiepie. Bhai, that wasn't right. Go and make it up to her now.)
Viyansh: "Ha ha pata hai Maine sahi nahi kiya, stop exaggerating things, ja raha hu."
(Yeah, I know I was wrong. Stop exaggerating things. I'm going to her now.)
Virat continued to glare at Viyansh, his expression conveying displeasure or concern. Viyansh, feeling uneasy under Virat's stare, decided to leave and began searching for Vaidehi instead.
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Spoiler of Mafia king à Caged princess.
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She (to a maid): Shaam ke waqt jhadu mat lagaiye, Lakshmi naraz ho jati hai
He (Sending the maid away) : Aur main aapko naraz nahi kar sakta Sohneyo.
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