Amidst The Wedding Chaos

Epilogue

Lights once again graced our house, the scent of flowers fresh in the air.

Why? Because it was my wedding.

"I already said you'd marry him." Kanwal twisted a lock of hair between her fingers as she smirked at me, munching fries with the other hand.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up. You've said this close to a thousand times now."

"It's the truth, isn't it?"

I made a face at her. "Stop rubbing it in, okay?"

She burst out laughing. "Rubbing it in? Stop saying it like you didn't willingly marry him."

Marry him. My nikah had already been done two days ago, solely because I wanted to enjoy all the functions without tears in my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. I still hate him, though." I said with a smile. Our banters and bickers seemed so childish to me now.

But that didn't stop us from arguing like five year old kids whenever we saw each other. But I was okay with it, and I knew he was too. It was the charm of our relationship. We couldn't go a day without it.

"You hate me? Here I thought we were past that, babe." I jumped, startled at his voice. The girl sitting beside me with my hand in her lap and applying mehndi on it passed me an irritated look. I moved too much, didn't I? At least nothing was ruined.

I turned my head to look up at him. He was wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans, hands in his pockets.

I frowned. "What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here."

"Who said?"

"Literally everyone, Aayan. You aren't supposed to be here until tomorrow."

He ignored me as he leaned down, looking at the mehndi that he wasn't supposed to see.

Trust him to ruin everything.

"Good thing I don't follow rules then. Iss baar mera naam likhwaya hai?"

*"Did you get my name written this time?"

I looked away from him to hide the blush on my face. "Likhdo iss becharay ka naam. Bohat desperate hai."

*"Write this poor man's name. He's too desperate."

Kanwal chuckled again. "Mein chali jaati hoon. Aap dono araam se flirt karlein, theek hai?" And she really grabbed the henna girl and went out of the room, leaving both of us alone.

*"I'll go. You both can flirt in peace, okay?"

"Thank you!" Aayan called out after her just as she shut the door of my room behind her.

Traitor.

He sat down on the bed beside me where Kanwal had been sitting and brought out a box from behind him. I raised an eyebrow at him as he grinned and opened it, revealing the mithai inside.

Especially the gulab jamun.

I looked up at him, smiling as I bit my lip. My one and true love was here— the gulab jamun, not Aayan.

"You've been eyeing them all evening." He was right. I had been eyeing them all evening ever since they had been put in front of me during the mehndi function. I just hadn't gotten to eat them to heart's content.

"Thank you," I sincerely told him and reached forward to pick one up... only to realize my hands were covered in henna that hadn't dried yet.

So I quietly retracted my hand and pursed my lips, silently looking between him and the box sitting between us.

He smirked. "What is it?"

Ugh, I hated him so much. "Why do you do this to me?"

He fluttered his lashes innocently. "Do what?"

When I didn't say anything, he leaned back on his hands casually. The box still sat open between us, the gulab jamun seducing me.

I sighed and swallowed my pride. Were husbands supposed to be like this?

"Khilaado." I tried to give him puppy eyes. "Please."

*"Feed me."

He sat up straight and smiled, immediately picking up the gulab jamun to feed it to me. I shamelessly took a huge bite and swallowed it down before eating the rest of it, silently contemplating whether I should bite his fingers or not.

I decided I could be nice. He was feeding me after all.

"The door isn't locked, you know." I kept looking at the door, scared someone would come in.

He shrugged as he fed me the rasgulla next. "To? Biwi ho tum meri."

*"So? You're my wife."

I felt my face heating up again. "And it's not like we're kissing." Then he leaned in close until our noses were almost touching, and smirked. "But we could be doing that and still no one can say anything to us."

"Tum kabhi baaz aaoge?"

*"Will you ever stop?"

His eyes glinted. "Tumhare saath? Kabhi nahi."

*"With you? Never."

T H E  E N D

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Fun fact: 'Aayan' autocorrects to 'Satan' on my keyboard.
Aliya would agree with autocorrect for sure :D