The Moon to my night

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I got late because of the summers guys, I hate this weather FR! But this chapter is written with kaafi pyaar so bandhu jann I need khoooob saare comments!!!

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Aradhaya Singh Rajvansh

"Aru, tell your mother that this saree is better." Papa barged into my room with Mumma tagging along. Nothing new—my father is more considerate about his wife's dressing than she is herself. The men of this house learned and taught the same: the ladies are your sole responsibility and love of your life, and taking care of their every need is a duty that should always be carried forward. Not only the men but the ladies of the house, whether it be my grandmother or mother, have cherished this unspoken rule of taking care of their partners for decades.

"But what's wrong with it?" I clipped the two fringes of my hair at the back with the diamond clip Bhai gifted me, getting up from the chair to meet my parents and address their concerns.

"It is not matching well with his attire." My mother chuckled, walking over to me and putting the kohl from her eyes behind my ear.

"I mean, Aahana said that we need to be matching, but this color is light and not twinning with my shirt." Papa whined, holding a saree in his hand and walking toward Maa.

"But I had already gotten ready. If I change into this one, it's going to take so much of my time, and I don't want to be late for my nephew's wedding functions." Maa checked herself out in the mirror while Papa's frown deepened.

"I'll help you get ready. Don't break my poor man's heart." My father's eyes brightened at my words as he extended his arm, handing me the saree and even the matching jewelry he carried in his other hand.

"Do the hairstyle that Hema Malini did in Baghban. That suits your mother the best." I chuckled at his words while my mother's cheeks reddened.

"Your father has gone mad." She whispered shyly in my ear but loud enough for him to hear.

"Well, I have been mad for you, my love, for 34 years, 3 months, and 7 days ago on that Thursday, 11:10 in the morning, when I first saw you walking in the college corridor with your sister." I giggled louder while the blush on my mother's cheeks deepened.

"I don't think I need to retouch her makeup; you're just making her blush naturally." He chuckled at my words and walked to my mother, caressing her cheeks.

"Inhe kya zarurat makeup ki, yeh toh aise hi jaan le leti hai humari." My mother hit his chest playfully, blushing more at his words while I just awed at the couple I always admired growing up.

("Why does she need make-up, she takes my life just like this.")

"Okay, okay, now you go out! I have to get her ready." He scrunched his nose but gave a flying kiss to my mother as he walked out of the room.

"Where's mine?" I glared at him playfully while he chuckled, hugging me and kissing my forehead.

"You don't need to ask, my princess."

I helped my mother get ready, all the while my phone chiming with endless messages and phone calls from Aahana as the performances were about to begin. After ensuring Maa looked perfect, we both rushed to the garden where my brothers and father waited. "Bade Papa, aaj toh Badi Maa pari lag rahi hai," Yug Bhai whistled while the others chuckled. ("Badi Papa, Badi Maa is looking like an angel today")

"Haina bilkul sonn pari," Papa agreed, taking a bundle of notes from his pocket to revolve over my mother's head before giving it to a passing waiter. We all hooted at the scene. ("Exactly like the golden angel.")