His Mira | Her Revenge

🦋 Nine • Heart And Hate 🦋

Miraya was dressed in a yellow empire cut kurta and a purple kalidaar sharara. The plunging neckline was the highlight. She couldn't understand why Sahana was hell bent on emphasizing on her cleavage. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful kurta set made of silk brocade. And it was just as comfortable as her Pajama set. She wore her mother's multi-layered diamond necklace with it and also a simple brown Punjabi Jutti at feet.

(Yes, Punjabi Juttis are not always colorful. They can be simple too.)

She was sitting in the verandah. Her hair tied in a tight but messy bun. Mehendi artist was applying Mehendi on Miraya's left hand. The right hand's Mehendi design was already completed. And the Mehendi on her feet had almost dried.

Miraya looked around her. Abhimanyu was feeding Sahana with his own hands. And Sahana was smiling so beautifully at her caring husband while caressing her baby bump. Raghbir and Angana were sitting in a corner facing the wall. It appeared Angana was breastfeeding her baby while Raghbir was feeding her Dal Chawal. Even the older couples were so romantic. Jashn uncle and Chahana auntie were sitting together on the swing and eating from the same plate. Her Raina Maasi and Angad uncle were also sitting together. Her parents were taking a walk in the garden. Her soon to be in-laws, Jodhbir uncle and Ruhani auntie were enjoying chocolate ice cream. While their son was busy devouring Butter Chicken in a corner. Miraya glared at him, mentally throwing colourful words at him.

Shashank looked at her, as if he heard those colourful words. He smiled at her, but Miraya ignored him. Shashank stood up and came to sit beside her, the plate still in his hand.

“Are you hungry, Mira?” He asked while dipping a morsel of Naan in the gravy and offered it to her.

“I ate two servings of Chicken Chawal before I sat down to get my Mehendi done,” She told him.

“Then why are you sulking?” He asked before putting that morsel in his mouth.

Miraya rolled her eyes, “Just look around yourself. All the couples are sitting together, but you are more interested in this Butter Chicken.”

Shashank chuckled, “Oh, then tell me, my Jaan, what do you want?”

“Sit with me,” She told him simply.

Shashank smiled at her simple demand and whispered into her ear, “I wanna kiss you so hard right now,” biting softly on her earlobe before moving away.

“Let the Mehendi get done,” She puckered up her lips, passing him an air kiss.

“Ma'am, Mehendi is done,” said the Mehendi artist, as if on cue.

Miraya smiled at Shashank, “I'm heading to my room,” saying so she got up.

“Should I accompany you?” He offered, they could do more than kissing in her bedroom

Miraya shook her head, “I want to rest,” and she headed upstairs.

Shashank continued eating the Butter Chicken and also managed to ruin his brown kurta with the gravy.

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The same night, it was the ladies sangeet. As per the tradition, men were pushed into the lawn and the doors were locked from inside. The women were dressed in a carefree manner.

Miraya wore a salmon pink Sharara set designed by Sahana. Surprisingly, it didn't have a deep neck. But Miraya was relieved about that. She won't have to worry if her boobs end up peaking at the world.

She was admiring the Henna on her hands while sitting on the mattress spread on the floor. Sahana came and sat down beside her. Her cheeks were red and there was a hickey on her collarbone. Miraya chuckled and whispered in Sahana's ear, “Hide your collarbone. Abhimanyu left a love bite there.”