PART 🦋 XLII

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CHAPTER 42

As they arrived at the house, they began packing their belongings. Siya, meanwhile, prepared  lemon juice for everyone.

With the bus scheduled to arrive at 3 pm, and the clock striking at 2.

"Make sure to pack everything," Siya instructed, stirring the lemon juice mixture. "Don't forget a single thing."

After completing their packing, the family gathered in the front yard, sitting on a cot under the shade of a neem tree.

The cool breeze caressed their faces as they sipped the chilled lemon juice.

Sunansh, finishing his drink, looked at his elder brother Reyansh for a refill.

Reyansh, anticipating Sunansh's request, handed him his glass, earning a smile from sunansh.

"Yaar, Jane ka mann nahi kar raha,"

(yaar, I don't feel like going)

Myra commented, sipping her juice making sunansh agree to her words.

"Mujhe bhi,"

(me too)

"Ek kaam karo," Sania suggested. "Dono dost milke yahi raho aur khet me kaam karo."

(do one thing, you both friends be here and work in field)

Avyansh gave her a high-five and burst into laughter.

"Aaj kal bahut hasne lage ho," Myra said, giving Avyansh a side-eye. He instantly stopped laughing and muttered a small "sorry" to her.

"Aur tumse badi hoon main. Tameez se baat kiya karo,"

(I'm older than you. talk to me with respect)

Myra said to Sania, who rolled her eyes and replied, "Thik hai, aunty." (okay aunty)

"AUNTY!!?" Myra screamed, gasping in shock.

"Main aunty to tum budhi dadi,"

(If I'm aunt then you are old-granny)

Myra retorted, "Waise bhi, tumhare to baal bhi safed hai."

(moreover you even have grey hair)

She pointed out a few grey strands on Sania's head.

"Ye padh padh ke safed hue hai baal mere,"

Sania shot back, implying that her grey hair was a result of excessive studying.

“Haan haan” Myra scoffs, throwing the paper cup in the corner.

“Maine to Kabhi tumhe books ke sath nahi dekha”

(I've never seen you with books)

Myra raised an eyebrow, folding her arms.

Sania retorted, making Avyansh blush, "Tumhe Avyansh bhai ke siwa koi dikhta hai?"

(Do you look elsewhere other than Avyansh bhai?)

Myra shot back, "Haan, ab main mere pati ko chhodke tumhe dekhte baithu?"

(Should I ditch my husband to gaze at you instead?)

Sunansh, who had been observing the exchange, intervened, doing what any mature person would do. He slyly snatched Sania's half-filled glass of lemon juice and began sipping it, enjoying the drama.

Siya shook her head, stifling a giggle as she watched Sunansh. Avyansh rolled his eyes, while Reyansh watched the drama unfold peacefully.

Sunansh whispered to Avyansh, "Aap kya sharma rahe ho?" while continuing to sip his drink.

(Why are you shy)

Avyansh hissed, "Muh band kar." (Shut your mouth)

Sunansh feigned innocence, shrugging his shoulders. "Maine kya kiya?" (What did I do)

Sania chimed in, "Tu sirf apne pati ko dekh."

(Just focus on your husband)

Myra scoffed, "I can see whoever I want. My eyes, my vision."

Sania retorted, "Neeli ankh wali kutiya.” (blue-eyed bitch)

Instantly regretting her words, Sania apologized, "Oops, sorry." She then added with a sly grin, "Neeli ankh wali aachi kutiya," which erupted into laughter among the others.

(blue eyed good bitch)

Myra's face turned red with anger as she glared at Avyansh, who was laughing, making him immediately shut his mouth.

"Tum kali ankh wali bandariya," she hissed,

(you, black eyed monkey)

Sunansh, however, laughed even harder at Myra's response. Sania raised an eyebrow, staring at her husband.

“Sirf khe-khe karna aata hai. baki kuch to Hota nahi” Sania scolded her husband.

(other than laughing you don't know anything)

Sania's eyes then landed on her empty glass. "You drank my juice?" she asked, her voice laced with accusation.

“No, sukh gaya hoga juice” he said innocently.

(No it must have dried)

Sania gave him a ‘are you serious’  look.

"Kumbhkaran ki aulad" she screamed as she yanked Sunansh's hair.

Myra added, smacking Sunansh's arm, "Iski to aadat hai dusro ka khana khane ki."

Sunansh hissed at her, "Tu chup reh," but soon pouted when Avyansh hit him on the head.

Avyansh scolded, "Tameez se, Bhabhi hai wo teri."

Sunansh fake-cried, running to Siya, laying his head on her lap and hiding with her saree pallu

"Bhabhi, everyone is abusing me. Call Balak Helpline."

Siya giggled at his antics. Sania leaned towards Myra, whispering, "Isne kahi acting class lagayi thi?"

Avyansh chuckled, "Nai, ye iska natural born talent hai."

Siya defended Sunansh, running her hand through his hair, "Mere bache ko pareshan mat kiya karo tum log.”

Avyansh muttered, "Pehle bhai ka attention leta tha, ab bhabhi ka. Bandar kahi ka."

He lifted Sunansh from her lap, asking siya, "Ye 25 saal ka bandar aapko bacha konse angle se lag raha hai?"

Avyansh promptly took Sunansh's place, resting his head on Siya's lap. "You should be pampering me, not him, Bhabhi."

Myra observed the scene, commenting, "See, now a 27-year-old baby is scolding a 25-year-old baby."

She added with a chuckle, "Dono bhai pagal hai."

Sania nodded in agreement. Myra's expression softened as she said, "But pyare bhi hai."

Sania nodded again, smiling.

"Ye cheating hai bhai!" Sunansh whined.

"What cheating?" Avyansh countered. "I'm older, so I have first rights over her."

Sunansh argued, "But I'm younger, so she should pamper me more."

Avyansh waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, please, she loves me more."

Sunansh insisted, "It's your misunderstanding. She loves me more."

Just as the argument escalated, Reyansh intervened with his calm voice,

"You sure?"

The room fell silent instantly.

Siya blushed, while Myra and Sania bit their lips, struggling to contain their laughter at the sight of their husbands'  faces.

“Let's go, the bus must be arriving soon” Siya says clearing her throat”

“Haan, I'll bring the luggage” Avyansh adds running inside the house.

As Avyansh loaded the luggage, Siya locked the door, taking a moment to gaze at her house one last time.

The group set off towards the bus stand.

As they walked, Siya felt a deep sense of relief wash over her.

she came here in anger but while leaving all she was feeling was relief.

The misunderstanding that had been weighing on her mind for years was finally resolved, leaving her feeling lighter and more at peace.

Siya's hand slipped into Reyansh, feeling a renewed sense of connection and a fresh start to their relationship.

With all misunderstandings resolved, their band felt stronger than ever.

Reyansh turned to her, his grey eyes softening as they met Siya's dark, doe-like eyes. He held her hand firmly yet gently, the warmth of his touch radiating through her.

Their intertwined hands symbolized the trust and love they shared.

As they walked ahead, hand in hand, they embarked on a new chapter in their journey together.

Avyansh wrapped his arm around Myra, holding her tightly as he helped her walk on the muddy road.

"Should I carry you?" he asked, earning a playful slap on the hand.

"Yeah, and be the talk of the whole village," Myra retorted with a smirk.

"Just be by my side," she added, her voice softening as she grasped his biceps firmly.

Avyansh's smile faltered for a moment, his green eyes locking onto Myra's blue ones. In that instant, he saw it.

his world,

in her eyes.

As they walked further, Myra's hold on his arm tightened, a subtle yet significant gesture.

The pressure of her fingers conveyed the love and longing they shared.

Sania walked with her arms folded, her husband strolling beside her,  with their luggage.

"Darling~~" he called out, attempting to get her attention.

Sania spared him a glance before focusing on the path ahead. "Hmm," she hummed nonchalantly.

He pointed to the bags he was carrying. "You see this?"

Sania's expression remained unimpressed. "I'm not blind like you. I can see everything."

He pretended to struggle under the weight of the luggage. "Then carry them, can't you see I'm carrying two bags?"

Sania smoothly caught the bag he tossed at her. "What's the point of having a muscular body if you can't even carry two bags?" she scoffed.

He threw a wink at her. "I'm carrying our future generation, and you're talking about these bags?"

Sania raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Main kaise maan lu ? tumne kabhi dikhaya hi nahi," she teased, throwing a wink back at him.

He exclaimed, his cheeks flushing pink, "Kitni besharam ho yaar tum" as he quickened his pace.

Sania rolled her eyes, pulling him back and grasping his biceps. "When we reach our home, I want to see our future generation, the one you're carrying," she whispered, hrr voice laced with amusement.

His brown eyes widened in surprise, meeting Sania's black ones as she winked at him. He let out a hearty chuckle.

As they continued walking, their hands remained intertwined, their hold symbolizing the playful banter and renewed love that filled their relationshipp.

°°°°°°

As they approached the bus stand, they saw the bus waiting, boarding passengers. They quickly boarded and found seats empty, grateful the bus was only half full.

The couples sat side by side, enjoying the quiet ride.

The familiar conductor appeared, calling out, "Ticket, ticket!" His eyes landed on Myra, and he chuckled, saying in Hindi, "This time, I've got a Hindi movie ticket" Myra laughed, recalling their previous encounter.

Avyansh raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the conductor's interaction with his wife. He didn't appreciate the conductor's familiarity.

Yeah, As I said.

Jealousy is a disease and Avyansh Oops avy baby  is its patient.

Myra held up six fingers and said, "Six tickets for Mumbai."

The conductor worked on his device and said , "180."

“180 what?” Myra asked, confused.

Sania, seated behind her, rolled her eyes and whispered, "Money."

Myra made a ‘ohh’ face giving a nod to Sania as she handed the conductor a 500-rupee note.

“change”

The conductor said, handing her the tickets. Myra rolled her eyes, opened her wallet, and gave him another 500-rupee note, keeping the previous one inside.

“change”

The conductor asked for change again, prompting Myra to roll her eyes once more. She changed to a new note, and the conductor let out a sigh.

He shot Myra a dramatic, exasperated look, placing his hand on his hip.

"Didi, chillar chahiye mujhe. Doctor ko dikhao”

The conductor, slightly frustrated but with a hint of genuine concern exclaimed.

Sania and Sunansh burst out laughing while Siya giggled at the conductor's remark. Avyansh, however, was not amused.

“Behave” He shot the conductor a stern glance, handing him 200 rupees.

The conductor's eyes widened as he gulped, handing Avyansh 20 rupees in change. With a hasty apology, he ran from there.

As they arrived in Mumbai, Shivaji was waiting for them near the bus stand, a look of relief washing over his face as he saw his daughter smiling again, accompanied by her husband.

Siya waved excitedly, climbing down from the bus. "Baba"

Shivaji's eyes lit up with love as he muttered, "माझं बाळ" gently caressing her hair.

(My baby)

"Everything alright?" he asked, his gaze shifting to Reyansh.

Siya's face broke into a bright smile. "More than alright, Baba.”

Shivaji smiled warmly at Reyansh, who returned the gesture with a small smile and a slight bow.

Shivaji longed to take them home, but he knew they couldn't stay; he wanted to spend more time with his daughter, but time was against him.

"Let's get you your favorite vada pav," he suggested, and Siya's face lit up with a nod.

She turned to Sania and teased, "You loved that 20,000-rupee vada pav so much, right? Now, let me treat you to a 20-rupee vada pav that's ten times better"

"Let's go," Shivaji said, and the father-daughter duo walked ahead, hand in hand, lost in conversation.

The rest of the group followed behind, observing the heartwarming scene.

Reyansh smiled warmly, witnessing the deep affection between Shivaji and Siya. He had always admired the unconditional love Shivaji had for his daughter.

Shivaji looked at Siya with concern. "Is everything alright between you and him?" he asked.

Siya's smile was tinged with sadness as she recalled the past. "Yeah, Baba, I got answers to all my questions."

Shivaji's expression turned serious. "Is he at fault?" he asked, his voice low and protective.

"No, Baba," Siya replied firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "The time was," she added, a hint of sadness creeping into her tone.

Shivaji's face broke into a warm, reassuring smile. "But you're together now, and that's all that matters."

Siya nodded in agreement, a small smile on her face. "Yeah.”

The vada pav stall was just a short walk away, so they walked there comfortably.

"Don't bhabhi behave like a child in front of uncle "Myra chuckled admiring how the one who pampers them is getting pampered.

Sania agreed with a smile, "Yeah, right."

As they approached their favorite stall, the vendor greeted them with a warm smile, recognizing his regular customers.

Siya smiled back and took a seat on one of the stools alongside the others.

Shivaji asked, "I hope you enjoyed your little village trip?"

Myra's eyes lit up. "God, enjoyed? We loved it!"

Reyansh's mind wandered back to his college days when he and Siya would sometimes  visit this very stall for vadapav.

The vendor handed them steaming hot vada pavs, and the group savored the delicious flavors of Mumbai ka vada pav.

Sania took a bite and exclaimed, "It's delicious, Bhabhi" Instantly, she was hooked to this delicious taste of the food.

Siya shrugged with a smile, "Told ya."

"Sach mai yaar"

(Really, though)

Myra agreed, enthusiastically devouring the food. Sunansh and Avyansh also liked the vadapav, and the others had already tasted it before.

However, Reyansh's expression turned slightly sulky as he observed Siya's undivided attention on her father.

Since she met her father,  she hadn't even glanced at Reyansh.

Reyansh tried to get Siya's attention, clearing his throat subtly. However, she was too engrossed in her conversation with her father, oblivious to her husband's attempt.

Undeterred, Reyansh cleared his throat again, hoping to catch her eye. But Siya remained focused on her father, still not noticing him.

He tried once more, this time coughing slightly, but Siya just laughed at something her father said, still unaware of Reyansh's efforts.

Reyansh stopped trying to get her attention. Instead, he simply admired her smile, feeling his heart swell with love and affection for his wife.

Sania, who had been observing Reyansh's attempts to get Siya's attention, couldn't help but chuckle.

Her gaze shifted to her husband, Sunansh, who was busy stuffing his face with vada pav. She thought to herself

‘When will he ever behave like a romantic hero from those movies?’

She asked the vendor for another vada pav, and after they finished eating, the group decided it was time to head to the airport.

Sania even packed a few extra vada pavs to munch on during the journey.

As they prepared to say their goodbyes, Shivaji's expression turned sad. Siya hugged him tightly, fighting back tears. She knew that if she cried, he would too.

"Bye, Baba," Siya whispered.

"Bye, beta. Take care and call me when you reach," Shivaji replied, his voice filled with emotion.

Siya and Reyansh touched his feet as a sign of respect. Avyansh and Myra followed suit, and soon Sania and Sunansh did the same.

With a final farewell, Siya bid her father goodbye and got into the car Reyansh had arranged for them.

They soon arrived at the airport and walked to their private jet. The family settled in comfortably.

Sunansh, who was afraid of heights, took some sleeping pills. The plane took off, and they flew to Delhi.

They arrived in Delhi within a couple of hours. Siya took a deep breath clutching Reyansh's hand tightly.

‘It's our new start’

Reyansh gave her a smile gently placing his lips on the back of her hands.

“utha ja” Sania gently shook her husband, trying to wake him up, but the sleeping pills still had a strong effect on him, keeping him fast asleep.

Siya felt a pang of guilt seeing Sunansh's struggles. Despite his fear of heights, he had bravely flown on the plane for her sake, for his bhabhi.

“Papa ke pare” Sania slapped his cheeks slightly but Sunansh remained unresponsive.

Reyansh looked at his younger brother with concern, letting out a soft sigh. He walked towards them, unbulking Sunansh's seatbelt, he lifted him on his shoulder.

Reyansh carefully carried Sunansh on his shoulder and climbed down from the plane. Once they settled into the car, they drove off towards the Bhanushali Mansion.

As they arrived, they saw the ladies of the house - Suman, Gayatri, and Neerja - sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a television show.

Suman was about to speak up, but she quickly closed her mouth, remembering Siya's outburst from a few days ago. Gayatri, on the other hand, was too disappointed to say anything.

Meanwhile, Neerja remained silent, still intimidated by Myra's reaction from the previous night.

The group walked past the ladies, ignoring their silent stares. They knew they would be leaving the mansion soon, and were focused on packing their luggage.

The group headed to their respective rooms. Reyansh gently laid Sunansh down on his bed, making sure he was comfortable. Then, he went to his own room to start packing.

After finishing his packing, Reyansh took a deep breath and sat down on his bed, feeling a mix of emotions. Siya sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Meet him," she whispered softly. "Don't hesitate."

Reyansh looked at her, questioning, "Hmm?"

"I'm talking about Dadaji," Siya clarified. "Just go and meet him. Don't think too much."

Reyansh gulped, his eyes locked on Siya's. He nervously played with her bangles, seeking reassurance. "Should I?" he asked.

Siya's voice was firm and encouraging. "You should."

Reyansh nodded, took a deep breath, and walked towards Vikram's room. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Come in," Vikram's voice called out.

Reyansh entered the room, where he found his grandfather engrossed in reading the newspaper. Vikram looked up, surprised to see Reyansh standing there, as this was the first time he had come to his room in years.

Reyansh sat down on the couch beside Vikram, feeling uncertain about how to start the conversation. He sat in silence, trying to gather his thoughts.

Vikram put aside his newspaper, noticing Reyansh's hesitation. "You want to say something?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Reyansh nodded, clearing his throat. "I'm leaving with my family," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he gulped down his emotions.

"I know," he replied softly.

Reyansh was taken aback, surprised that Vikram already knew about their departure. He was at a loss for words, so he sat there in silence once again.

Vikram's eyes filled with warmth as he gazed lovingly at his grandson.

Memories flooded his mind, reminding him of the tiny baby he had first held in his arms. Now, that little boy had grown into a strong, capable, and compassionate man.

Vikram's heart swelled with pride and affection, but also with a tinge of sadness, knowing that his grandsons would soon be leaving.

Vikram's voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes brimming with tears. "I wish you all the happiness in the world, Ansh. I hope you'll come visit me at least once a year."

Reyansh's jaw clenched, his emotions warring within him. He hadn't spoken to his grandfather properly in years. He wanted to hate Vikram, but his heart wouldn't let him. With a quiet nod, Reyansh rose from his seat, his eyes avoiding Vikram's.

"I sent you a little gift," Vikram called out, his voice cracking.

Reyansh paused, his back to Vikram. "Take care," he whispered, before walking out of the room.

Vikram chuckled, wiping away his tears. "Damn these tears," he muttered, a smile spreading across his face. He knew Reyansh wasn't one for grand gestures, so those two words meant the world to him.

Sania finished packing her belongings, carefully ensuring she had all her academic essentials.

With a deep breath, she sat on the bed, her gaze drifting to her husband, who was sleeping peacefully beside her.

Her eyes softened as she took in his soft expression. She gently laid down beside him, her fingers tracing the curves of his face, poking his cheeks, which were buried in the pillow.

A warm smile spread across her face. "Kamina cute to hai" she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

As she caressed his soft cheeks, her love for him swelled. She leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

Then, she pulled back, admiring her husband's serene features, her heart filled with adoration.

she smiled, throwing her hands and legs on his body and sleeping while hugging him as this is the last night they will be spending in this room.

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Myra sat on the couch with her laptop, working on the balcony. Avyansh walked in with a steaming cup of coffee, handing it to her with a gentle smile.

Myra looked up, her eyes meeting his, and gave him a soft smile. "Thank you," she murmured, sipping the coffee.

"How's it?" he asked, sitting beside her.

"Perfect, just like us," she whispered, leaning into him, shutting down the laptop, and setting it aside.

Avyansh chuckled at her comment, "You and your best friend surely know how to play with words," he added, pinching her nose affectionately.

"Talking about him, did that idiot wake up?" she asked.

"No, he took a high-dosage pill, and I don't think he'll wake up for a few hours," Avyansh replied.

Myra nodded, finishing her coffee and setting the empty cup on the table. "This will be the last night we'll spend in this room," she said, her eyes locking onto Avyansh's.

He nodded, his gaze holding hers, before leaning in to peck her lips twice. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

She giggled as he pecked her lips again, multiple times, his affectionate kisses making her heart skip a beat.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers once more.

“I love you” he again whispered, taking her in a kiss and after breaking the kiss, Myra breathed heavily, her eyes sparkling with love and warmth.  "Pehle to kiss ke liye bahut tadpate the, ab bina mange mil jati hai," she teased.

Avyansh gave her a guilty smile, before kissing her lips once more.

"I love you," he whispered again, his voice filled with emotion, as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside.

Myra giggled as Avyansh carried her inside and tossed her onto the bed, making her bounce. Her laughter caught in her throat as he gazed at her with desire, his eyes burning with intensity.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes locked onto hers, and Myra felt her heart skip a beat. She had always found this simple act incredibly sexy, and now was no exception.

[ I find this hot too]

After shedding his shirt, Avyansh hovered above her, his chest heaving with anticipation. "Let's make the last day memorable, shall we?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he took her in a kiss.

Their lips danced together, exploring each other's mouths, and Myra's moans of pleasure filled the air. Avyansh's hands wandered over her body, sending shivers down her spine as she trembled beneath him.

He broke the kiss, cursing under his breath as he gazed at her. "Fuck!" he muttered, his eyes drinking in her beauty.

Myra breathed heavily, a sly smirk spreading across her face as she flipped their positions, now hovering above him. "Surely it will be memorable," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire as she sat astride his torso.

And the night went on…

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Siya gently picked up the diary, her fingers tracing the worn cover. She felt a pang of regret for throwing it during their argument. The diary held their past, a past filled with beautiful memories, and she had carelessly discarded it.

She carefully taped the torn pages and glued the ripped pages pages, trying to restore the diary to its former state.

As she worked, Reyansh entered the room, his eyes drawn to Siya sitting on the floor, engrossed in her task.

He sat beside her, not wanting to disturb her, and gazed at her lovingly. Siya's concentration was adorable, and Reyansh's heart swelled with affection.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath barely audible.

Siya looked up, a soft smile on her face, and pointed to the diary. "I know," she said, her voice filled with love and warmth.

They sat in comfortable silence, their eyes locked on each other. Siya reached out, her hand finding Reyansh, and she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Tomorrow will be our new start, Ansh," she whispered, her voice filled with promise.

Reyansh's eyes never left hers as he lay his head on her lap, his body relaxing into her touch. Siya's fingers gently stroked his hair, her gaze soft and loving.

"Can I ask you something?" Siya asked, her voice playful, as Reyansh hummed contentedly, relaxing into her touch and closing his eyes.

"You fell in love with me at first sight... or did my slap make you fall for me?" she teased her giggle making a melodious sound to his ears.

Reyansh's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at her "Both," he replied, his voice low and husky.

Siya's eyebrows arched in surprise. "I couldn't imagine someone falling for me at first glance,"

Reyansh's gaze held hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "I did," he whispered.

she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, as she said "Ye muh to khulta nahi kabhi, but jab khulta hai, aage wala kuch bol hi nahi pata,"

Reyansh gazed up at her with his grey eyes, his expression innocent and endearing. Siya's heart melted at the sight, and she smiled, her lips gently brushing against his forehead in a soft kiss.

"I love you, Ansh," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

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A new morning, A new beginning of Bhanushali Household.

The Bhanushali household woke on this special morning, as they prepared to bid farewell to the Bhanushali mansion and embark on a new journey.

The luggage was already loaded onto the truck, and the family gathered downstairs, eager to begin their new chapter.

Siya, determined to make this transition auspicious, insisted on performing one last Aarti in Bhanushalimansion.

The family gathered around, and Siya prayed to the gods, seeking their blessings for their new start. After she distributed the Prasad, she carefully placed the thal in the temple.

Sunansh's face lit up as Reyansh handed him his ladoo.

Siya then gently pulled Reyansh alongside her, and together they bowed down to touch Vikram's feet, seeking his blessings. Reyansh hesitated for a moment before following Siya's lead.

Vikram's expression softened as he placed his hands on their heads. "Always be happy," he blessed his grandson and granddaughter-in-law.

Avyansh, Myra, Sunansh, and Sania followed suit, touching Vikram's feet and receiving his blessings. "Khush raho," he whispered, his hands gently patting their shoulders.

Avyansh and Sunansh exchanged surprised glances, taken aback by Vikram's unusual display of affection.

However, they chose not to comment, and instead, smiled, acknowledging the saree moment of tenderness.

Siya smiled as she understood that beneath Vikram's tough exterior, he had a deep love for his grandsons, even if he struggled to express it.

Reyansh's gaze lingered on the Bhanushali Mansion, memories of his childhood flooding his mind.

He recalled playing with his mother in the same halls, and a pang of nostalgia struck him. He knew that once they left, there was no turning back.

He didn't want his children to grow up within these walls, surrounded by the same dynamics that had shaped his own childhood. As he stood there, lost in thought, Siya's gentle voice broke the spell.

"Let's go," she said, her hand clutching his, and Reyansh's worries dissipated as he met her warm smile.

He nodded, and together they walked towards their car, the younger ones following closely behind. As they drove away from the mansion, Reyansh felt a sense of closure, knowing that they were embarking on a new journey.

The car came to a stop in front of their new home, and as they stepped out, Sania's eyes widened in awe. "Wow" she exclaimed, gazing up at the grand mansion before them.

"Beautiful, na?" Sunansh whispered in Sania's ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Sania nodded, still mesmerized by the beauty of their new home.

Sunansh's eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, "But not more beautiful than my handsome face," and winked at Sania. She rolled her eyes, giving him a deadpan look, but a hint of a smile played on her lips.

The house had a sprawling garden and an impressive entrance, which had already won Siya over. "Let's go," Reyansh said, his hand clasping hers as they approached the front door.

Just as they were about to enter, the door swung open, revealing Myra's and Sania's family  "Surprise" they shouted in unison, catching the couples off guard and leaving them stunned and delighted.

"Aap sab log yahan?" Myra asked, her face lighting up with a bright smile as she hugged her father and mother tightly.

"Of course, we had to come when our children are starting their new journey," Myra's mother replied, her eyes shining with love as she caressed Avyansh's cheek.

"How are you, Avy?" she asked, and Avyansh bent down to touch the elders' feet.

"I'm fine, Aunty," he replied, his voice filled with respect.

Sania's mother turned her attention to Sunansh, "I hope she didn't trouble you much?" she asked, glancing at Sania, who looked on with a bored expression.

Sunansh feigned sadness, his voice laced with mock despair. "She did, but I endured it."

Sania's eyes narrowed, her gaze bombastic. "Who endured who?" she questioned, her tone serious.

Sunansh ignored her sharp gaze and suggested, "Let's go inside."

But before they could take a step, the elders chimed in unison, "Stop!!"

Sania's mother smiled,"You are coming here for the first time; let us perform an aarti”

Myra's mother nodded to Abhimaan, signaling him to bring the Aarti ki thal. He promptly returned with the thal, and Myra's mother began the ritual.

She gently applied a vermilion tilak on Reyansh's forehead, followed by Siya's. Showering them with flowers, she performed the Aarti, her hands moving in a gentle, soothing motion.

Next, she moved to Myra and Avyansh, repeating the same ritual, applying the vermilion tilak and performing the Aarti.

Once she finished, Myra's mother handed the thal to Sania's mother, who then performed the Aarti for Sania and Sunansh.

As the ritual came to a close, Sania's mother smiled and instructed, "Kick this jar slowly and enter the house."

With that, the couples gently kicked the jar and stepped into their new home, surrounded by the love and blessings of their families.

As they stepped into their new home, the couples shared a silent, heartfelt promise. They vowed to love and tressure each other, to trust and support one another, and to build a life filled with love.

The air was filled with an unspoken commitment, a promise to nurture and grow their relationships, and to create a home filled with warmth, happiness, and love.

As they admired their new home, Myra's mother's voice rang out, "Go and get ready, Pandit ji will be here soon." She handed them a bag.

"But why?" Sania questioned.

Myra's mother smiled, "Naye ghar me hawan karna hota hai"

(A havan is performed in a new home).

The ladies nodded, taking the bag and going into a random room for changing.

The elder woman then turned to the boys, "And boys, you also get ready. Abhi will guide you."

"Follow me," Abhimaan instructed, leading the boys to a room opposite the one the ladies had occupied.

He pointed to the bed, where their clothes lay neatly arranged. "Your clothes are here, get ready fast."

Abhimaan settled into the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone as he began to play a game.

Sunansh picked up the kurta, examining it with a hint of skepticism. "We have to wear traditional clothes?" he asked, looking at Abhimaan for confirmation.

Abhimaan nodded, his gaze still fixed on his phone. "Haa."

Sunansh shrugged and picked up the white kurta. "I'll wear this white one."

Avyansh opted for the beige kurta, leaving the remaining one for Reyansh.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Sania's voice echoed through the hallway as she let out a dramatic scream. "What!!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at the contents of the bag.

"We have to wear saree?" she shrieked, stomping her feet on the ground in protest.

"Ro q rahi hai?" Myra asked, her tone laced with irritation, as she gazed at Sania's distraught expression.

"Maine kabhi saree nahi pehni," Sania replied, as she stared at the saree in her hands.

Myra raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "To Maine konse PhD kar rakhi hai?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Siya intervened, "I'll help you two," she said, moving towards Sania and Myra, a gentle smile on her face.

"Okay, then change into the blouse and inner skirt," Siya instructed, as Sania reluctantly began to dress, still not enthusiastic about wearing a saree.

Siya guided her, "Tie the knot tight," pointing to the inner skirt. "Nahi to saree nikal jayegi," she added with a giggle.

But Sania whined, "But my stomach aches if I tie it tightly." Just then, her mother walked into the room and landed a smack on Sania's head.

"Nakhre to bahut hai," her mother said, chuckling and shaking her head.

"Yaar, Mummy," Sania whined, rubbing the spot where she got hit.

Her mother warned, "Chup chap se aaja jaldi, Pandit ji aate hi honge"

(Come quickly, Pandit ji will be arriving soon)

"Jaldi taiyar ho jana beta"

(Get ready quickly )

she said to Myra and siya befire exiting the room. Siya turned her attention to Sania, advising, "Okay, then don't tie it too loosely, keep it moderate," referring to the inner skirt.

"Bhabhi, is this enough?" she asked, showing her knot. Siya examined it and gave a thumbs-up.

Siya then took the end of the saree and guided Myra to tuck it into the inner skirt. With a few expert folds and tucks, Siya helped Myra into the saree, making the necessary adjustments to ensure a perfect drape.

“You look beautiful”

Myra's eyes sparkled with delight as she gazed at her reflection, her smile radiant. Siya's compliment only added to her joy, and she twirled again, the saree fluttering around her.

"Thanks, Bhabhi," Myra replied, her voice filled with gratitude, as she struck a pose, admiring herself in the mirror.

“Avy bhai to flat ho jayenge dekh ke tujhe” Sania teased, nudging her shoulders.

“Aur sunansh tujhe” Myra teased back.

With Siya's  help, Sania was finally draped in a beautiful saree, her initial reluctance replaced by a growing excitement.

Siya, having helped the other two, draped a saree for herself and settled onto the bed beside Sania, waiting for Myra to finish her makeup so she could do theirs.

Just then, Siya remembered something and quickly got up from the bed, walking over to her bag. She retrieved a beautiful jewelry box, a gift from their mother-in-law, and returned to the bed.

"Let's wear these," Siya suggested, opening the box to reveal beautiful pieces that perfectly complemented their sarees.

The ladies nodded in agreement, adorning themselves with the jewelry. As they did, they felt a sense of connection to their mother-in-law, who may not have been physically present, but had blessed them with her love and thoughtfulness through this beautiful jewelry.

Myra requested, "Pass me the cherry red lipstick."

Sania scanned the bag of lipsticks, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Which one is cherry red?" she wondered, as all the lipsticks seemed to be various shades of red.

She hesitantly picked one and handed it to Myra, "It's blood red."

Myra then selected the correct lipstick herself and applied it. Afterward, she passed the lipstick to Sania, who compared the two shades.

"Dono red hi to hai"

(Both are just red)

Sania rolled her eyes still not understanding why there are so many different names of the same color.

The boys emerged from their room, looking dashing in their traditional kurtas, which complimented their physique.

Just then, the ladies made their entrance, and the men's eyes widened in awe.

sunansh gazed at hiswife who wore a saree for the first time, more over the nuptial chain hanging around her neck and the vermillion filled hairline was making her look more tempting.

Sunansh felt his heart skip a beat as he took in Sania's beauty. He was controlling his urge to run towards her and take her in  a passionate kiss. But, remembering they were surrounded by family, he restrained himself.

As Sania stood beside him, Sunansh leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, "Wish I could ruin this lipstick of yours."

Sania smirked, her eyes filled with the same desire as his "Smudge-proof hai," she replied, her voice husky.

Sunansh's eyes locked onto hers, and he felt his face flush. But before he could respond, Sania added, with a sly wink, "But you can ruin me."

Sunansh's heart skipped another beat as he struggled to maintain his composure, his face burning with desire.

Avyansh's gaze was fixed on Myra, his eyes drinking in the sight of her in a saree for the first time. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, as he struggled to process his emotions.

Just then, Abhimaan, who was standing beside him, nudged him playfully. "Stop staring at my sister like that,"

Avyansh's smirked "I will," he replied, his tone laced with confidence, his eyes never leaving Myra's face.

“Anyways, what's there to see in her? sade huye kele jaisi to shakal hai” Abhimaan commented.

(she looks like rotten banana)

“People who like the moon can't understand the beauty of the sun” Avyansh replies, winking at his friend who widens his eyes looking around making sure no one hears them.

“especially if the moon is russian” Avyansh adds, smiling slyly.

Abhimaan ran away quickly not wanting his secret to be revealed.

“What was he saying?” Myra asks once she reaches near him.

“That my wife looks stunning” Avyansh replied gazing lovingly at her as her heart skipped a beat hearing the compliment.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes” Myra comments, avoiding his gaze.

“What eyes?” he questions with a sly smirk playing on his lips as his eyes held a hint of mischievousness.

Reyansh's heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of Siya, his gaze fixed on her as she walked towards him. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

Siya's whisper broke his stare, "Stop staring." Reyansh blinked, his eyes refocusing as he cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.

"You are beautiful," he complimented, his voice sincere, as he took in the sight of Siya's radiant smile. Siya's cheeks flushed slightly, and she let out a small.

Sania's mother called out to the couples, "Come here, guys, Pandit ji is waiting for you." The six of them walked towards the temple arena, where the Satyanarayan Pooja was to be held.

They sat around the holy fire, surrounded by the tranquil atmosphere of the temple. Pandit ji began the Pooja, his voice chanting the sacred mantras as he asked the couples to pour ghee into the fire at specific intervals.

The couples performed the Satyanarayan Pooja with devotion, their hands moving in unison as they poured the ghee into the flames. As the Pooja progressed, they joined their hands in prayer, seeking the blessings of the Gobs.

Once the Pooja was complete, everyone stood up, while Siya accompanied Pandit ji to the temple area to perform additional rituals.

Myra, being the sneaky one, couldn't resist taking a photo of the couples during the Pooja. She quickly posted it on Instagram, capturing the special moment.

After the Pooja, the elders departed. Siya, Myra, and Sania decided to explore their new home, excitedly going on a tour of the house.

Meanwhile, the men were engaged in a heated discussion. Avyansh and Sunansh were arguing over something while looking at  phone.

“Red one is beautiful” Avyansh said as sunansh shook his head in denial saying “Yellow one is more beautiful”

Avyansh smiled lovingly at his phone, saying, "But mujhe red wali pasand"

(I like the red one).

Sunansh countered, "Aur mujhe yellow wali"

(And I like the yellow one)

Reyansh, who had been watching the exchange, raised an eyebrow. He approached the duo, his footsteps heavy, and was about to smack them on the head.

However, his eyes caught sight of the phone screen, and he quickly withdrew his hands.

Sunansh, still eager to settle the debate, asked, "Bhai, tell me, red one or yellow one?"

"Pink one," and turned away, leaving the other two looking at each other in confusion.

Sania pointed to a door, asking, "Mera room?"

(Is this my room?)

to which Myra shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Koi bhi lelo" (You can take any one).

But Sania was particular about that room, saying, "But I like this one more, I can see the entrance from here."

Myra agreed, "Okay then, this one's yours."

Sania then turned to Siya, asking, "Bhabhi, which one did you like?"

Siya replied, "I'm taking the ground floor room," recalling the difficulties she had faced climbing up and down the stairs several times a day.

Sania admired the interior, commenting, "I must say, the interior is quite fascinating."

Myra smiled, flipping her hair, and replied with a simple, "I know right.”

“Are the rooms soundproof?” Sania questioned, making Siya giggle “khud dekh lo” Myra says, a sly smile playing on her lips.

°°°°°°

After completing the house tour, the ladies returned to the living room, where the men were seated.

"Decided on the rooms?" Sunansh asked, looking at Sania, who nodded and pointed to the room on the left corner.

Myra chimed in, "And we're taking the one on the right corner," as Avyansh gave a thumbs-up in approval.

Sunansh then turned to Siya, asking, "What about you, Bhabhi?"

Siya smiled and replied, "I've already decided on the ground floor room.” pointing  towards the room where they had changed their clothes earlier.

Just as they settled into the couch, a knock at the door interrupted them. A man stood at the entrance, saying, "Vikram sir sent these for you," as he gestured to the gifts being carried by the workers.

Reyansh nodded, and the man departed after delivering the gifts. Siya suggested, "Should we open them here?" and the others nodded in agreement.

The ladies eagerly began unwrapping their gifts, while the men looked on curiously. As the gifts were revealed, gasps of delight filled the air.

Myra's eyes widened in shock as she gazed at the photo frame, exclaiming, "Oh God!!"

Siya's eyes sparkled as she unwrapped her gift, exclaiming, "Beautifu"

Sania smiled, admiring her gift, saying, "I really like his gift."

As they examined their gifts, it became clear that Vikram  had put thought into each present.

Siya's photo frame held a cherished memory from their Haldi ceremony.

Myra's frame captured a hilarious moment from the restaurant, when Sunansh had lost a bet.

Sania's frame showcased a playful night of truth and dare.

Each photo frame captured a distinct emotion, telling a story of the couples' journey.

The first frame, with the Haldi ceremony photo, represented the beginning of their relationship. The couples were more like strangers, tied together by circumstances, with a bond that was yet to blossom.

It was like a bud, delicate and unopened, holding promise of what was to come.

The second frame, with the restaurant photo, showed the love beginning to bloom. Though there were still many unanswered questions and uncertainties, the couples had taken their first steps towards building a relationship.

The bud was slowly growing, its petals starting to show.

The third frame, with the truth and dare night photo, represented the full bloom of their love. The couples had grown to trust and understand each other, their bond strengthened.

The flower was now fully bloomed, its beauty and fragrance filling their life.

°°°°°°

The ladies decided to hang each frame in their respective rooms, eager to display the cherished memories.

As their luggage arrived, they headed to their rooms to begin unpacking and settling in.

“Arrange these too” she said, passing her luggage to her husband and settled onto the couch with her legs folded.

Reyansh took charge of unpacking their clothes and arranging them in the closet.

Siya's eyes scanned her phone, landing on Myra's Instagram post. "When did she click this?" Siya wondered.

"Ansh, you don't have an Instagram account?" she asked, adding a comment under the post Myra posted.

Reyansh shook his head, and Siya promptly ordered, "Then create one." And he had to obey his wife.

“Okay” he said, giving a small nod as she gave a small smile saying “good boy” making his ears turn red.

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Caption: Jeth-ji and Jethani-ji

comments:

@avyansh_bhanushali

cute ❤️

╰┈➤@myraa_0

yeah, just like us.

╰┈➤@abhi_maan

cute? and you? hell nah!!

╰┈➤@myraa_0

Fuvk off 🤸‍♀️

@su_nan_shh

Imagine calling bhai Jeth-ji 😂

╰┈➤@Myraa_0

it would sound so funny lol

@not•_•human

us when? @su_nan_shh

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soon darling~~

@siya.c.b

When did you click this?

╰┈➤ @myraa_0

when you were busy staring at Jeth-ji 🤭

╰┈➤@siya.c.b

maar padegi Devrani-ji 🙈

╰┈➤@su_nan_shh

bhabhi-ji Sharma gayi

°°°°°°

"Avy baby, hang that frame here,"Myra instructed Avyansh, pointing to the spot where she wanted the gift from Reyansh to be placed.

As Avyansh hung the frame, Myra admired it, saying, "This is beautiful, na?"

She gazed at the photo, grateful that Reyansh had captured a special moment. "I was sad knowing we didn't have any good pictures, but damn, Reyansh bhai captured a good moment."

Avyansh wrapped his arms around Myra from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder blade. "I was a dumb piece of shit back then, Myra," he murmured, reflecting on his past.

Myra nodded in agreement, "Hmm, you were."

Avyansh's voice was filled with emotion as he said, "But you still loved me," and placed a tender kiss on her neck.

"Yeah, because I was also a dumb piece of shit." They both burst out laughing, enjoying the moment together.

Sania called out to Sunansh, "Papa ke pare"

Sunansh looked at her confused, mouthing "what?".

Sania firmly said, "Get out."

Sunansh asked, "Why?" but Sania just pushed him out of the room.

After closing the door, Sania took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, "I love you!" She waited for a few seconds before calling Sunansh on the phone.

"Did you hear something?" she asked. Sunansh replied, "Yeah."

Sania's eyes narrowed, "Really? Then what did I say?"

"How would I know what you said?"

Sania's patience was wearing thin, "You said you heard, na?".

Sunansh clarified, "Yeah, I heard the barking of a dog."

Sania took a deep breath, controlling her frustration. "I asked if you heard anything from the room?" she gritted her teeth.

Sunansh walked back into the room, a sly grin spreading across his face, "No, Darling, the rooms are soundproof."

Sunansh's eyes sparkled with amusement as he questioned Sania, "So you wanted to check if the rooms are soundproof or not?" He walked towards her, his strides confident and deliberate.

Sania nodded, taking steps back as Sunansh approached her. "Yes."

Sunansh's voice was low and husky as he asked, "Why?" He threw his phone onto the bed and rolled up the sleeves of his kurta, his eyes never leaving Sania's face.

Sania's eyes darted around the room, her back touching the wall as Sunansh stood in front of her, a smirk playing on his lips. He raised a finger, grazing it gently over her forehead, sliding it down the bridge of her nose, over her lips, and down her neck.

Sania's breathing grew heavier as Sunansh's finger continued its journey, tracing the curve of her naked stomach. The air was charged with tension, and Sania's eyes locked onto Sunansh's, her heart racing with anticipation.

Sunansh's voice was low and husky as he whispered, "You in a saree is tempting me." He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Sania's neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Sania's eyes fluttered closed, but she pushed him away, "Sirf bolna aata hai, kuch karte to ho nahi"

(You only know how to talk, but can't do anything).

"I'm waiting for the right moment, darling." He held the end of her saree, gently pulling her towards him, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

His lips nuzzled her neck, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "You look like mine," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Sunansh's voice was seductive as he asked, "Can I undress you?" Sania's response was barely audible, a meek nod, as she was lost in the sensation of his touch, her body surrendering to his gentle caress.

Sunansh's eyes locked onto Sania's, his voice low and husky as he said, "I need words."

He held her neck firmly, his fingers wrapping around it, as he waited for her response. Sania's voice was barely audible, a whispered "y...yes."

Sunansh's face broke into a satisfied smile as he replied, "Good." His fingers pressed gently into her neck.

Just as Sunansh and Sania were about to take their intimate moment further, a knock on the door interrupted them. Sunansh cursed under his breath and stomped towards the door, ready to kill the person on the other side.

However, when he opened the door, he was taken aback by the person standing there. It was Siya, who gave him a warm smile and said, "Khana tayyar hai, khane aa jao"

(Food is ready, come and eat).

Sunansh's scowl transformed into a polite smile as he replied, "Okay, Bhabhi." Siya walked downstairs, leaving Sunansh to return to the room.

As he entered, he smirked at Sania, saying, "I was about to eat my meal, but Bhabhi called us to eat." He picked up his phone and walked away, leaving Sania flustered.

°°°°°°

Myra sat down at the dining table, saying, "We would have ordered something, Bhabhi."

Siya smiled, "How can I let you eat ordered food on the first day of our new house?" She poured herself a glass of water.

Just then, Siya added with a giggle, "By the way, the curry is prepared by your Jeth-ji."

Sania's eyes widened in surprise as she took a seat, asking, "Really?"

As they served themselves the food Siya had prepared - a delicious aloo ki sabji with chapati and rice - Sunansh suggested, "First, Bhabhi should taste it."

Siya took a bite of the chapati and curry, nodding in approval, "It's good."

Reyansh let out a deep breath, sighing in relief. Despite Siya's guidance throughout the cooking process, he was still anxious about whether she would like the food or not.

The others nodded in relief and began devouring their food. Avyansh looked at his elder brother and said, "It's really good."

Sania added, eating her food, "Reyansh bhai can even cook"

Sania said, "It feels nice to eat peacefully," and the group nodded in agreement.

Siya added, "Yeah, the oldies were so bitter, mood kadwa kar dete the”

(they'd spoil the mood)

Myra chimed in, laughing, "Haa, iski zuban ki tarah," and pointed at Sania.

Sunansh burst out laughing, and Sania gave him a stern glare.

Sania hissed, "Zyada udd mat, Papa ke pare" (Don't fly too high)

Avyansh couldn't help but laugh loudly at the exchange.

Sunansh pouted, whining "Bhabhi~~" as he gazed at Siya with pleading eyes.

Siya giggled, "Kyu mere bache ko hamesha pareshan karte ho tum log"

(Why do you all always trouble my child?)

She added more curry to his plate, making Sunansh's face light up with a smile.

He opened his mouth, saying "aaa", and Siya smiled, taking a bite of food and feeding it to him.

Avyansh, sitting beside Siya, scrunched his eyebrows and opened his mouth, saying "aaa" as well. Siya fed him too, making him smile.

Myra followed her husband's lead, standing beside him and opening her mouth, saying "aaa". Siya giggled and fed her as well.

“aa” Sania did the same, and Siya fed her too.

Reyansh sulked, wanting to eat from Siya's hands as well and he did what he always does. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and Siya smiled, taking a bite and offering it to him.

As Reyansh took the bite, he mischievously bit her fingers slightly. Siya quickly retrieved her hand, a shy smile playing on her lips.

As the group sat enjoying their meal together, the atmosphere was filled with warmth, laughter, and a sense of togetherness

°°°°°°

Siya woke up early at 6 am to find her husband, Reyansh, already working on the couch. She yawned, "God, do you wake up earlier than the sun?"

Reyansh looked up from his work, glancing at his wristwatch, "Why did you wake up early?"

Siya signaled him to keep quiet, putting a finger to her lips, "Shh." She sat on the bed, trying to shake off the sleep.

After a few minutes she opened her eyes, yawned once again and walked to the bathroom.

After a shower, Siya changed into a dark green saree and got ready for the day. She exited the walk-in closet and walked to her dressing table, where she began combing her long hair.

Once she had tied her braids, Siya picked up a small box from the table and took a pinch of vermillion. Just as she was about to apply it, Reyansh's voice stopped her.

“siya”

Reyansh took a pinch of vermillion himself and gently filled Siya's hairline. He then kissed her forehead softly, whispering, "I love you."

Siya's face lit up with a smile as she replied, "Do you?" Reyansh nodded innocently, his grey eyes melting her heart once again.

Siya's eyes sparkled with affection as she pouted, "Why are you so cute, Ansh?" She yanked his collar, pulling him closer, and kissed his lips softly.

Reyansh's ears turned a deep shade of red as he felt his heart skip a beat. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her softly, his lips moving in perfect sync with hers.

Siya broke the kiss, and Reyansh gazed at her with adoration, his eyes longing for another moment of intimacy. He leaned in again, but Siya quickly put a hand on his lips, stopping him.

"I woke up early so I could prepare breakfast for you guys, not to kiss," she said, her cheeks flushed.

She pushed him away and ran out of the room, leaving Reyansh chuckling to himself. He folded his arms around his chest, a satisfied smile still on his face as he watched her disappear around the corner.

°°°°°°

Siya walked downstairs, humming a gentle tune as she made her way to the temple area. She picked up a box of rangoli powder and then headed to the front door, stepping outside into the morning air.

She retrieved a pipe from the corner and sprayed water across the front yard, creating a damp surface for her design.

Siya created a beautiful rangoli, complete with the footprints of Lakshmi Mata and a swastik symbol.

Once she finished, Siya returned inside and carefully placed the rangoli boxes back in the temple. She then made her way to the kitchen, where she began preparing breakfast for her family.

Unlike in Bhanushali Mansion they didn't hire any workers yet so she woke up early to prepare breakfast for her family.

Reyansh walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to Siya, who was engrossed in cutting vegetables. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention.

"Ansh, do you need anything?" she asked, still focused on her task.

Reyansh nodded, walking behind her and gently wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her close, holding her in a tender hug.

"Hmm," he hummed, his breath whispering against her ear.

Siya's hands paused, her attention shifting to her husband. "What?"

"You."

Just as Siya was about to respond, they heard someone clear their throat. Reyansh quickly released Siya from his gentle hold, putting a respectable distance between them.

Sania stood in the doorway, looking a bit awkward. "I wanted to drink chai," she said.

Siya forced a nervous smile, "I'll prepare it for you."

But Sania declined, "No, Bhabhi, it's alright. I'll prepare it myself." She opened the fridge and took out a milk packet.

Reyansh quietly slipped out of the kitchen, making his way to the living room, where he sat down on the couch.

Sania had woken up early at 4 am to catch up on her pending academic work and was now craving a hot cup of tea.

As she began preparing the tea, she teased Siya, "I didn't know Reyansh bhai was so romantic."

Siya's face flushed with a deep blush,"Chai pe dhyan do"

(Focus on the tea).

Sania teased Siya, nudging her arm, "Sharma gayi kya, Jethani-ji?"

(Are you feeling shy, sister-in-law?)

Siya playfully warned, "Muh band karo, nahi to khana nahi dungi"

(Shut your mouth, or I won't give you food).

Sania looked shocked for a moment before laughing, "You sound like my mom, Bhabhi."

As they chatted, Sania poured tea into three cups. She handed one to Siya, saying, "Go serve your husband."

Siya replied, "I'm busy," and continued drinking her tea.

Sania hesitated for a moment before picking up the cup and heading towards Reyansh, who was engrossed in his phone.

She held the cup in her hands and slowly walked up to him, saying, "Chai" (Tea), as she placed the cup on the table.

Before Reyansh could react, Sania quickly ran away, leaving him looking confused by her sudden actions.

Sania ran back into the kitchen, but the scene before her only added to her distress. She clutched her heart, walking towards Avyansh and Siya.

"How could you do this to me?" she asked, her voice laced with hurt.

Avyansh looked at her, confused, "What did I do?"

Sania's voice trembled, "You drank my tea, Avy bhai"

Avyansh burst out laughing, "Oh, mere bandar ki bandariya natak band karo. I'll prepare another cup for you."

Sania's fake tears instantly disappeared, replaced by a bright smile. Siya giggled at the duo.

As Avyansh began to prepare another cup of tea, his wife intervened, "I'll prepare tea for you, Avy baby."

Avyansh's eyes widened in shick , recalling the awful taste of Myra's tea. He quickly answered, "I already drank tea, I'm preparing tea for Sania."

Myra smiled shyly, "Oh, but tomorrow I'll be the one to prepare tea for you."

Sania and Siya struggled to contain their laughter, their faces twitching with amusement.

"Yeah, Avy bhai likes your tea so much," Sania said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Avyansh signaled with his eyes for her to keep quiet, but Siya chimed in, "Likes? He loves it!"

Avyansh shot her a ‘you too’ look, his eyes pleading for her to stop teasing him.

Just then, Sunansh added "Loves? He hates it!"

Avyansh's face turned bright red as he smacked Sunansh's head, laughing nervously.

Myra hissed at Sunansh, "Muh band kar kutte" (Shut your mouth).

Sunansh looked at her with a mock-sad expression, shaking his head, "Bhalai ka to zamana hi nahi hai"

(There's no time for kindness nowadays).

His dramatic tone and facial expression only added to the moment, and the others couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

“You are so cute” Siya said, pinching his cheek and then landing a gentle peck on his cheek.

Avyansh being the kaleshi aunty from the colony who always wanted attention, stood in front of Siya and she knew what he wanted.

“You are still a baby” Siya said, placing a peck on his cheeks too.

“See she loves me more” Avyansh teased as sunansh rolled his eyes before giving a smug smile “Bhabhi, I want first paratha”

“okay sunansh” Siya said, as sunansh straightened his collar silently conveying, his bhabhi loves him more.

“I want first Paratha bhabhi” Avyansh, not the one to back out from attention seeking competition said.

“Okay avy” Siya replied and now it was his turn to give a smug smile.

sunansh leaned in whispering into avyansh ear “the one who get first paratha is the one who bhabhi loves more”

Avyansh gave a thumbs up accepting the challenge.

The brothers walked back to the dining table, eagerly waiting for the first paratha. Avyansh teased Sunansh, "Don't be sad after knowing she loves me more."

Sunansh scoffed, "Ohh Mr. Delulu, please live in reality."

Avyansh's curiosity was piqued, "Mr. What?" he asked, unfamiliar with the term.

Sunansh whispered under his breath, "Adi manav"

Avyansh's eyes narrowed, and he was about to throw hands on sunansh but Siya's voice interrupted them.

"Here," she said, handing two plates to the brothers, each with a half-paratha. "I'll bring more."

As Siya rushed back to the kitchen, Avyansh and Sunansh exchanged a briefglance before digging into their food.

Sania walked in, holding a plate filled with paratha, and sat down beside them. She took a bite, and her eyes widened in delight.

"God, I don't understand why she prepares such tasty food," Sania murmured, savoring the flavors. "Here I'm thinking about losing weight, and she's preparing tasty food and feeding me."

Sunansh, having finished his paratha, smiled cheekily at Sania and walked towards her. He snatched a bite from her plate, making her eyes widen in surprise.

"Stop stealing my food" Sania hissed, trying to move her plate away from him.

Sunansh teased, "You stole my heart, and I couldn't even steal your food?"

Sania playfully rolled her eyes and looked down at her plate, only to find Avyansh taking a bite of her paratha. "Avy bhai, you too?" she fake-cried, holding the plate above her head.

Just then, she heard a chuckle from behind. Turning around, she caught Myra eating her paratha. "Myra ki bachi!" Sania cursed, placing the empty plate on the dining table.

Myra retorted with a smirk, "Abhi huyi nahi hai" (She's not born yet), making Sania roll her eyes in exasperation.

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As the day unfolded, Siya headed to the office building of BV Groups. She gave her husband a call, asking him to meet her at the parking lot.

Reyansh quickly made his way there, finding Siya leaning against their car, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in hand.

As Reyansh approached, Siya's eyes sparkled, and he walked towards her, and she extended the bouquet.

Reyansh pointed to himself, making sure the flowers were indeed for him. Siya rolled her eyes and said, "It's for my husband."

Reyansh's face lit up with a smile as he accepted the red roses. "What's  special?" he asked.

Siya chuckled and replied, "You are special."

Siya reached into Reyansh's pockets to find the car keys, and once she found it she unlocked the door, and opened it for him to get in. Reyansh was comfused by her actions, but he couldn't deny the charm of the moment.

Siya settled into the passenger seat and typed an address into the GPS. "Should we go?" Siya asked.

Reyansh glanced at the address before turning to Siya, his eyes seeking hers.

Reyansh smiled and started the engine, driving them to their destination. As they arrived at the farmhouse, surrounded by trees, Siya's eyes widened in wonder.

Upon entering, she was drawn to a large painting of Gauri, Reyansh's mother. Siya held Reyansh's hand, walking towards the painting, and gazed at it with admiration.

"She was so beautiful," Siya said, turning to Reyansh, who was gazing at the painting with love-filled eyes. His grey eyes sparkled with affection for his mother.

"She was," Reyansh replied, his voice filled with nostalgia, as he grazed his fingertips on the painting.

Siya attempted to lighten the mood, asking, "More than me?"

Reyansh looked at Siya for a moment before responding, "A little bit?" He ensured his answer was gentle, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

Siya playfully complained, looking at the painting, "You see, Sasu Maa, this is how your son behaves with your daughter-in-law. Firstly, he says I'm less beautiful, and secondly, he always hurts me."

Reyansh's eyes filled with love as he listened to Siya's complaints to his mother. She continued, "See, he also stares at me like this," pointing at Reyansh's adoring gaze.

Reyansh couldn't help but chuckle at Siya's antics, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

Reyansh's voice was filled with emotion as he said, "I love you."

Siya's teasing rant to her mother-in-law came to an abrupt halt, and she looked at Reyansh with a soft smile. She whispered slowly leaning towards the painting, "But he loves me."

"How did you know about this place?" He wrapped his arms around Siya, pulling her into a warm hug.

Siya's voice was muffled against his chest as she replied, "My baby told me."

Reyansh nodded, his chin resting on Siya's head. Siya broke the hug, her eyes shining with excitement.

"I have a surprise for you," she said, taking Reyansh's hand and pulling him into a nearby room.

As they entered, Reyansh's eyes widened in surprise. The room was filled with flowers and candles. The soft glow of the candles cast a warm glow, and the sweet fragrance of the flowers filled the air.

"Come here” Siya  smiled, pulling him to the couch.

As the projector started, show-casing a large screen image on the wall, Siya snuggled closer to Reyansh on the couch. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as she leaned against him.

As the movie began, Reyansh's eyes darted to Siya, and she nodded in response. "Yeah, it's the same movie," she said, a soft smile on her face.

The movie playing on the projector was the Marathi movie "Duniyadari",

A movie that held a special place in Siya's heart. She had lost count of how many times she had watched it, but she couldn't help herself.

The movie was a reminder of a cherished moment she had shared with Reyansh. so whenever she used to miss this movie was the only solace she had.

As they sat together on the couch, watching the familiar scenes unfold, Siya's eyes sparkled with nostalgia.

Reyansh's mind wandered back to a special moment they had shared together. A gentle smile spread across his face as he recalled the memory, his eyes gazing into the past.

Siya, sensing his distant gaze, looked up at him, her eyes questioning. Reyansh's gaze refocused on her, and he smiled, tightening his hold around her. Siya smiled back, nestling deeper into his embrace and watching the movie together.

As the movie continued, a familiar song began to play, and Siya's gaze shifted upwards, her brown eyes locking onto Reyansh. A soft smile spread across her face as she asked,

"अंश माझा होशील का ?"

(Will you be mine?)

a gentle smile played on his lips. He recalled the exact moment they had shared in the past, and his heart swelled with emotion.

Without saying a word, Reyansh leaned in, his lips brushing against Siya's forehead in a tender kiss. Siya's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt a rush of love and affection.

Reyansh's voice was low and husky as he whispered, "I was always yours."

The nostalgia was palpable as Siya and Reyansh sat together, watching the same movie that had brought them closer in the past.

As they sat on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, Siya couldn't help but think back to that first time they had watched the movie together.

Reyansh's gentle kiss on her forehead still lingered, sending shivers down her spine. Siya smiled, feeling her heart overflow with love for this man who had become her everything.

As the song continued to play in the background, Siya's emotions overflowed, and she couldn't resist the urge to be closer to Reyansh. She grasped his collars, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Under the soft moonlight, with the beautiful song playing in the background, they lost themselves in the moment. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, the tension between them palpable.

As they broke apart, Siya's eyes locked onto Reyansh, burning with desire. "I want to take our relationship further, Ansh," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Reyansh's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a moment to process her request. "You sure?" he asked, his voice laced with caution.

Siya nodded, her determination clear. Reyansh's face softened, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in another tender kiss.

As they parted, Reyansh swept Siya off her feet, lifting her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, gently laying her down and the night went on.

yeah, they did ghapa-ghap

Bhailog, Thank you for showing so much care towards me ✨️

Abhi Thik hu Mai.

Aacha laga Aap sab logo ka pyaar dekh ke 🥹🤌🏻

Aur bhai !!!!! What is this yaar?

earlier I used to write chapters which were like 2-3k words and those chapters used to get 100-200 comments.

but the last couple of chapters were like 8k+ words and the comments are still same 100-200.

Why?

I thought, long chapter equates to more comments but saalo, abhi bhi utne hi comments? 😭

yaar, tum log like mat kiya karo, follow bhi mat karo but kamino comment karo.

Were the earlier chapters so good? or am I writing shit now?

wo Jo bhi ho tum log bass comment karo na , Nai to mai ro dungi behen ke pakodo 😭