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yeah I know very well I'm late sorry for that.
But I've a good news about the updates from now no I will update regularly as I'm fully Free now.
For the wedding which I came to village has now ended and I have almost 15 days more to head to mumbai till then I've much time to update atleast 5 chapters between this time.
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Ishika performed the aarti with a graceful smile dancing on her lips, warmly welcoming her brother-in-law and her best friend, who was also her sister-in-law.
As they completed the remaining rituals, laughter and joy filled the house, creating a vibrant atmosphere of celebration. However, in stark contrast, one person stood alone in the corner of the corridor, her heart heavy as she spoke softly into her phone.
"Varun, you know I love you," Amaira whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Don't worry; I won't abandon you in your worst moments. Please, don't be scared, my love."
"I know, Amaira, but your family will never accept us," Varun replied, his voice thick with tension and despair. "What about that? It feels like the world is against us."
"I know they won't. That's why we won't ask them anything," Amaira said, her voice firm yet filled with determination. "I'm an adult now; I know what I want, and I will make it happen. We will get married soon, okay?" She spoke with a reassuring tone, trying to instill hope in Varun, but he raised another concern.
"That's fine, but what about your sister and bhabhi? They know about us. What if they tell the whole family?" Varun's words hung heavy in the air, and Amaira felt her tension grow. She wiped her face irritably, the thought of their judgment weighing heavily on her.
"I will handle them, baby. You just stay stress-free," she promised, trying to sound confident as they continued to discuss their dreams for the future, oblivious to the figure standing behind her, listening intently with tears brimming in her eyes.
After ending the call, Amaira turned around, her eyes widening in shock as she faced the person standing before her. "You..." she gasped, the realization hitting her like a wave, her heart racing with a mix of fear and dread.
The rituals came to an end, and Chachisa approached me with a knowing smile, telling me to lead Mahi to her room. I nodded with a smirk, feeling a mix of mischief and excitement.
Today was their first night together, but who was going to tell everyone that these two innocent souls had already celebrated their suhagraat? Now, donât ask me how I know, because they had their little rendezvous two days before the wedding, and I was the one standing outside the room, playing the role of the watchman.
Reyansh had no idea I was there, but Mahi did. She was the one who had made me stand guard, ensuring no one would disturb them. No offense, but their moans were loud enough to bring a blush to my cheeks. Shaking off those thoughts, I walked over to Mahi, gently urging her toward her bedroom.
"Devrani ji, enjoy your first night, or should I say second night?" I teased, opening the door to her bedroom with a playful grin. Mahi's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she shot me a glare. "Shut up, Ishuu!" she exclaimed, her embarrassment only making me chuckle more.
"Seriously, Mahi, you're blushing! Where did that shyness go two days ago, huh?" I teased, scratching my eyebrows playfully. She shot me a look, her gaze dropping as she spoke, "Will you please shut up?" The shyness in her voice was adorable.
"Okay, okay, Iâm quiet now, but listen," I said, adopting an authoritative tone. "Wake up tomorrow at six and make breakfastâDhokla, Poha, Chole Bhature, and for dessert, Kheer and Gulab Jamunâ" Before I could finish, she cut me off mid-sentence.
"Stop, stop, Jethani ji! Why are you being the typical Jethani?" she said, sarcasm dripping from her words. I struggled to suppress my laughter at her dramatic flair.
"So, just because youâre Devrani doesnât mean you get to be a Rani without doing any work," I replied, playfully taking pallu in my hand like a queen.
Of course, I'm already.
"Oh, shut up, Ishuu!" We both burst into laughter, our playful banter feeling like a scene straight out of a tele-drama, filled with joy and camaraderie.
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It was two in the middle of the night. After finishing every task downstairs, I walked upstairs toward my room.
"Biwi ji," I heard his voice call from behind me. A smirk formed on my lips as I realized just how badly he needed me right now. During the entire time of the rituals, his eyes had been glued to mine, filled with longing.
I turned to face him with a straight face. "Jii, Patidev ji, kahiye," I spoke teasingly, enjoying the moment. "Kehna toh kuch nahi tha, bas aapka deedar chahiye tha kareeb se"
["Yes, husband speak"]
["I don't want to speak anything just wanted to see you from close"]
"So, hogaya deedar, jii," I said, turning to walk toward my room, feeling his presence right behind me, his fingers gently holding onto the end of my pallu.
["So husband did you saw me from close"]
"Deedar toh hogaya, jii, par kareeb se nahi, jii," I chuckled at his playful words, my heart fluttering with the lightness of our banter. The warmth between us felt electric, and I couldn't help but smile, knowing how much he cherished these moments just as much as I did.
["I saw you biwi, but from close didn't yet"]
"Toh karlijiye kareeb se bhi, Patidev ji," I teased, reaching for the door. But before I could open it, I found myself suddenly in his arms.
"Toh aaiye, karte hain aapka deedar kareeb se," he said with a smirk, effortlessly opening the door while cradling me, his hand resting gently under my knees.
I hung my arms around his neck, my gaze locked onto his face, taking in every detail: his sharp jawline, straight nose, soft pink lips, perfect big eyelashes, and those striking eyebrows. But most captivating of all were his mesmerizing blue eyes that seemed to hold the universe within them.
My gaze shifted to his Adam's apple, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch it softly, feeling him gulp under my fingers. A smirk played on my lips, knowing the effect I had on him.
He made his way to the bed, and just as I thought he would place me down, he suddenly turned and started walking toward the washroom.
"Where are you going?" I questioned, confusion lacing my voice.
"To fulfill your one more to-do list, Biwi ji," he replied, his smirk deepening. My mind raced, and as realization dawned upon me, my eyes widened in shock.
"D-did you r-read that?" I stammered, my heart racing as I recalled all the things I had written in that list, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through me.
"Yeah, I did, and I realized my wife is really wild," he said, and my cheeks instantly turned crimson. But then it hit meâthe to-do list was written in one of my diaries during my graduation days, and I distinctly remembered keeping it tucked away in my storeroom. How on earth did he find that?
"Who gave you that?" I questioned, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and frustration. He smirked, placing me beside the washbasin, my back facing the mirror.
"Your devarani ji," he replied, and I felt a surge of annoyance. Ughhh, Mahi, you little troublemaker! Just wait until I see you tomorrow. I gritted my teeth, plotting my revenge.
"Stop gritting your teeth, but tell me, where did those amazing ideas come from?" he asked, his smirk widening as he parted my legs, standing confidently between them. My heart raced, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within meâexcitement, embarrassment, and a hint of defiance.
I lowered my gaze, feeling a rush of vulnerability. "I was just 18 then and had a fascination for dark romance books, so I wrote those scenes with the hope of one day fulfilling them with my husband." My entire face turned a deep shade of red.
His hands wrapped around my bare waist, sending a shiver racing down my spine, igniting a mix of fear and excitement.
"So here is your husband to fulfill them," he teased. I looked at him playfully and replied, "I said I would fulfill them with my husband." He raised an eyebrow, the challenge clear in his gaze.
"So who am I then?" he questioned, his tone suddenly serious. I smirked, enjoying the irritation on his face.
"You're my patidev ji," I said, fully aware of the playful mischief in my words.
He pulled me closer, eliminating any space between us, and I could feel the heat radiating off him.
"What's the difference between both, Ishika?" he said my name, and I knew he was serious, but I couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire.
"Spelling difference, patidev," I replied, watching as he scratched his eyebrow in frustration. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, the tension breaking for a moment.
"Bohot hasna aara hai, aao tumhe rulata hu," he said, tightening his grip on my waist.
I gulped hard.
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