Happy Maha shiva ratri. May lord shiva bless each and everyone with health, wealth, knowledge and love.
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Adhya pov.
Tucking the hem of my saree into my waist, I began the meticulous process of preparing the mud mixture for the puja. Surrounded by both families, the puja was a vibrant spectacle of tradition and unity. Vermilion was applied, flowers adorned the sacred space, and the air was filled with the harmonious sound of aarti. Amidst this collective devotion, I focused on evenly mixing the mud, each movement deliberate, contributing to the solemnity of the ceremony.
"Laddu, make sure to shape 5 diyas correctly," Amma instructed, gently caressing my hair in a gesture of affection and encouragement.
"Okay, Amma," I responded, my voice laced with determination and reverence for the task at hand. I carefully molded the mud into the form of five diyas, each one symbolizing strength and perfection. The act of shaping these diyas felt like a meditative practice, a harmonious blend of tradition, culture, and love, deeply rooted in the fabric of our family's values.
Adishh pov.
Everyone left after her mother had given instructions to Adhya and dispersed, only Advish and I remained. Watching Adhya work on the diyas, I could see the spark of joy in her eyes, a childlike wonder as she played and shaped the mud. Mud stains adorned her cheeks and arms, marking her engagement in the process with an endearing authenticity.
Advish was busy capturing her moments, taking what appeared to be candid photos, though I knew they were fake candid. A twinge of surprise and jealousy crept into me, seeing how my girl seemed to effortlessly ignore me, perhaps even enjoying Advish's company more than mine. It was a challenging pill to swallow, especially after she declared I wasn't her type, choosing to spend what seemed like quality time with Advish over me.
However, letting this slide wasn't in my plans. I contemplated a perfect revenge, something that would make her realize the error of her ways. She needed to understand the cost of overlooking me and spending her time with Advish instead. It was all in good fun, of course; a playful way to remind her of our connection and perhaps spark a little jealousy in return. After all, in love and war, a little rivalry can sometimes make the heart grow fonder.
With Advish momentarily stepping aside to take a call, and Adhya leaving to fetch some water for the mud mixture, an unexpected twist occurred. The tucked hem of her saree, which had been secured at her waist, came loose, and her neatly arranged pleats started to unravel.
"Ayyo, it got removed. Can you call Amma or Reema Aunty?" she asked in a bit of a fluster, concerned about her attire becoming undone.
"Oh, Laddu, you have your boyfriend here. I can fix it," I offered, stepping into a role I hadn't expected but was eager to fulfill. Kneeling down, I carefully corrected the pleats of her saree, ensuring they aligned perfectly as before. Then, standing straight, I leaned in close, wrapping my arms gently around her waist as I searched for the hem of her saree to secure it back in place. Finding it, I took her pallu, lifted her pleats, and neatly tucked them into her waist, restoring her traditional attire to its intended elegance.
Throughout this process, I couldn't help but notice, with a mix of affection and amusement, how my actions had made her blush a deep shade of red, akin to a ripe tomato. Her gaze held mine, a depth in her eyes that seemed to pull me into a world of unspoken emotions. As I was about to step back, her hands gently covered mine, halting any distance I intended to create. There we stood, enveloped in a proximity that felt both daring and delicate, her breathing audible in the quiet space between us. Words seemed like intruders in this moment of silent communion.
Finally, breaking the silence with a voice that carried a mix of command and vulnerability, she spoke. "Don't call me Laddu," she insisted, a firm resolve underpinning her words.
"Why? You just used that nickname for me," I questioned, puzzled by her sudden decree.
"Because it's irritating when you say it. Refer to me by my name, or perhaps your affectionate 'boo bear,' but not 'Laddu,'" she clarified, her tone brooking no argument, yet a playful challenge lingered in her eyes.
"No chance, Laddu. It's become my favorite way to address you. Plus, you should see yourself—you're adorable when you're blushing," I teased, hoping to lighten the mood.
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted our intimate bubble. It was Advish making his way back, and sensing the need for discretion, I quickly stepped aside. She resumed her task as if nothing had happened, but the brief connection we shared lingered, a tender memory amidst the day's rituals.
After completing the diyas, Adhya carefully took them to the temple to offer them to the gods and lit them in the sanctum sanctorum, a gesture filled with devotion and respect. Following the temple visit, both families shared a meal prepared within the temple premises, embracing the sanctity and communal spirit of the place.
The day unfolded with a seamless blend of spirituality and leisure as we decided to explore the natural beauty surrounding us. A visit to the nearby waterfalls offered a moment of tranquility and awe, the cascading waters painting a perfect backdrop for our collective memories. We seized the opportunity to capture these moments, clicking pictures that would later serve as cherished reminders of our time together.
Seeking to continue our day of family bonding, we planned a trip to the theater. Watching a movie together not only entertained us but also allowed us to share a common experience, laughing and commenting in hushed tones in the darkened room.
After the movie, we dined at a restaurant, indulging in a variety of dishes that catered to our diverse tastes. This meal, shared amidst lively conversations and laughter, cemented the pleasantness of our outing. It was indeed a day marked by quality time spent together, strengthening the bonds between our families, filled with activities that ranged from the spiritually uplifting to the joyously mundane.
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