His Grumpy Wife

Saat Vachan

The exchange of garlands was followed by a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion. Aniket, his eyes brimming with tears of joy, turned towards Alisha. His heart overflowed with gratitude for the woman who had entered his life, bringing with her a love that was as radiant as the sun and as calming as the moon.

With a gentle touch, he lifted Alisha's chin, his gaze meeting hers. A silent conversation passed between them, a symphony of unspoken words and shared emotions. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips tracing a delicate path along her forehead. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers of delight down her spine. His lips lingering there for a moment, as if savoring the warmth of her presence. A single tear escaped his eye, a silent testament to the depth of his love for the woman standing before him.

Then, in a gesture of reverence and respect, he bowed his head and gently kissed her hands.  his touch conveying a love that transcended words. He kissed each hand, his lips tracing the delicate lines that etched her story.

Raising his eyes, he gazed towards the sky, his heart filled with gratitude for the divine blessings that had bestowed upon him this precious gift. Then, looking up towards the sky, he blew a flying kiss, a gesture filled with gratitude and reverence. "Thank you, Bhagwan ji," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for giving me this dream, the dream of making Alisha ji mine."

Turning back to Alisha, his eyes sparkling with love, he spoke in a voice that was both heartfelt and humorous. "Alisha ji," he began, "I once told you that you were like a sunset, a sight of breathtaking beauty that painted the sky with hues of love and passion. But today, I take those words back. Today, I see you not as a fleeting moment of beauty, but as my destiny, a path that I will walk with you, hand in hand, for the rest of my life."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face, as if searching for the perfect words to express the depth of his feelings. "Ap humara swarg hai, Alisha ji," he continued, "ap hume humari who Kismatlagti hai jisse pane ke liye humari purn Jeevan ki paath puja kaam pad jayegi ,ap hume who swarg lagti hai jo hume sayad humari mrytu ke baad bhi na mile, ap humehumare 1000 Jeevan ke puniye karmo ko fal lagti hai, ap hume bhagwan ka who Ashirwadlagti hai jisse panne ke liye sadhu sant hazaro hazaro varsh jaap kartein hein.Ap hume humari who Khushi lagti hai jisse pane ke liye agar hume mrtyu se bhiladna pad jaye toh hum Khushi Khushi lad jayein"

Alisha listened, her heart swelling with love and admiration for the man who stood before her. His words, filled with passion and sincerity, painted a vivid picture of the love they shared, a love that was as deep as the ocean and as limitless as the sky.

A chuckle escaped her lips as she realized the depth of his devotion. "Aniket," she said, her voice laced with affection, "you are a poet, my love. Your words are like honey, sweet and intoxicating."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And you, my love," he replied, "are the muse that inspires my poetry. Without you, my words would be nothing more than empty echoes."

Alisha couldn't help but chuckle at his heartfelt words. His earnestness, his unadulterated love, touched her heart in ways she never thought possible.

Aniket, noticing her amusement, brought his hands to her face, his fingers gently tracing the delicate contours of her cheeks. "Jaaneman," he said, his voice laced with affection," hum jante hein apko feelingszaaya karni nahi aati hai koi baat nahi hum apko seekha denge abhi toh bass humhum dono ke jitna feelings zaaya kar denge tension ki baat nahi hai"

A shared chuckle escaped their lips, the sound echoing through the stage, a testament to the lightheartedness and joy that filled their hearts.

As they stood there, lost in their own world of love and laughter, a group of their cousins, led by Aditya, burst onto the stage, their presence bringing a welcome dose of lightheartedness to the moment.