Ek Duje Ke Vaaste

118. Bheegi Palkein

Hello ! Welcome to part 118...

After taking blessings from the elders, Sumedh and Mallika, now officially lovingly referred to as Sumellika, along with Basantika, stood with bright smiles as they fed each other sweets. The moment was sweet and light-hearted, filled with joy and laughter as everyone around clapped for the happy couple.

Suddenly, a loud voice pierced the air.

JIJUUU!!!!!!!

Ashnoor's voice echoed across the room, and everyone turned toward the source of the noise. The girls—Ashnoor, Avneet, Vaishnavi, and Mehek—were seen rushing toward Sumedh and Mallika, breathless and giggling, with the boys chasing after them.

Panting, Ashnoor stopped in front of Sumedh & Basant, catching her breath. "J...Jiju," she said between heavy breaths, "jaldi se... paise nikaliye! Aapke joote humare paas hai!"

Sumedh grinned at his mischievous sister-in-law. "Haan, woh toh theek hai, saali saheba, par pehle aaram se saans toh le lo. Ye kya haal bana liya hai apna?"

Basant, standing next to Sumedh, joined in with a light laugh. "Haan bhai, koi paani pilao inhe. Warna yahi behosh na ho jaye!"

The whole crowd erupted into chuckle as a waiter swiftly appeared, offering the girls drinks. They gulped them down gratefully, wiping sweat from their foreheads.

Avneet sighed dramatically. "Ab achha lag raha hai... Warna in logon ne toh hume bhaga bhaga ke jaan hi nikal di thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise hum joote nahi, zevar lekar bhaag rahe hain!"

Sid, still catching his breath from the chase, chimed in, "Zevar se bhi jyada keemti hai woh joote."

Arya laughed, shaking his head. "Phir bhi sambhal nahi paaye, huh?"

Everyone laughed seeing their squabble...

Mallika, eyes twinkling, encouraged her team, "Shabash, ladkiyon! Ab dil khol ke achha khaasa nek vasoolna!"

Sumedh raised an eyebrow and playfully protested, "Arey, ab toh shaadi ho chuki hai! Ab toh meri side lo... main tumhara pati hoon!"

Mallika shot back with a teasing smile, "Haan, toh aise toh main bhi keh sakti hoon ki tum mere pati ho! Meri side lo!"

Ignoring the playful husband-wife banter, Ashnoor raised her hand to silence them, "Achha abhi Chhodo ye sab ! So, jija jis... Let's get to the real issue. Aap dono ka joota chori ho chuka hai! Aur ab rasam ke mutabik, aap dono hume nek dena padega."

Before both could respond, Ritvik stepped forward. "Arey, koi nek-wek nahi milega! Chup chaap joote lautao!"

Ishita quickly countered, crossing her arms with a firm look, "Aise kaise nek nahi milega, Humara hak banta hai."

The playful argument flared up again, with both sides refusing to back down. 

Amidst the chatter, Sumedh and Basant finally held up their hands, chuckling. "Achha... Theek hai, bas karo ab tum log!"

The room fell silent as everyone waited for his decision.

Sumedh gave a thoughtful hum, then smiled at the girls. "Toh, saali saheba. Bataiye, kitni keemat lagayi hai inki?"

Ashnoor grinned mischievously. "Zyada nahi, jiju. Bas Ek Lakh, Ek Hazaar, Ek Sau Ek Rupaye !"

Sumedh's eyes widened in mock shock as he echoed the demand to the crowd. "Bhai sahab! Suna sabne... Ek Lakh Ek Hazaar Ek Sau Ek Rupaye!"

Ashnoor added cheekily, "Each."

Basant blinked in disbelief. "EACH?!!!"

Vaishnavi nodded. "Of course! Do-Do joote hain... toh nek bhi double milna chahiye na?"