The prime minister's lovely wife

Chapter 3: Family Chaos

The wedding was a whirlwind. Days turned into a blur of vibrant saris, echoing chants, and curious family members. My cheeky younger brother, Rohan, took every opportunity to tease me.
"Finally, someone to tame the workaholic Prime Minister!" he whispered during the garland exchange ceremony, earning a playful swat from both Siya and Amma.
Siya, on the other hand, handled the chaos with grace and humor. I discovered a hidden strength beneath her gentle exterior, a resilience that mirrored my own. Yet, there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a question that mirrored

The wedding was a spectacle. The Khanna ancestral home, usually a haven of boisterous family life, was transformed into a palace of vibrant colors and fragrant flowers. Guests from all walks of life swarmed the sprawling grounds – politicians with their meticulously crafted smiles, industrialists with their booming laughter, celebrities with their entourage of stylists and assistants.
As the Prime Minister's bride, Siya found herself thrust into the spotlight. She handled it with surprising grace, her beauty captivating the room, her smile as warm as the string lights draped across the venue.
I stood beside her, a hand possessively clasped around her waist, the weight of expectation a heavy cloak on my shoulders. Yet, amidst the cacophony, our eyes would meet, a silent conversation passing between us.
One such encounter occurred when a flamboyant woman, adorned in a shimmering gold sari, approached. Her smile was sharp, her eyes assessing. "You must be Siya," she declared, her voice dripping with practiced sweetness. "I'm Natasha Kapoor, head of the Kapoor Industries."
Siya smiled politely. "Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Kapoor."
Natasha's gaze flickered to me, her smile turning a touch predatory. "Congratulations, Prime Minister. You've quite a catch here. But remember, a busy wife can be a neglected wife."
The insinuation hung heavy in the air. Siya's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Fortunately, I'm not one to be easily neglected, Mrs. Kapoor."

A flicker of amusement crossed my face. My wife was certainly proving to be a force to be reckoned with.
Later, a delegation of businessmen surrounded me, their suits as sharp as their questions. I answered them with practiced ease, the weight of leadership settling back onto my shoulders. But as I spoke, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Siya.
She was surrounded by some of my aunts, their faces alight with curiosity. One particularly mischievous aunt, Leela, leaned in conspiratorially. "So, Siya beta, when can we expect some little Khannas running around?" she asked, her voice loud enough for half the room to hear.
Siya's cheeks flushed pink, but she met Leela's gaze with a playful smile. "We'll see what the future holds, Aunty."

Leela's cackle echoed through the room, prompting other aunts to join in the teasing. Siya handled it all gracefully, her wit and charm captivating them all. As the night wore on, the formal ceremony gave way to a celebration filled with music and laughter. Guests danced under the starlit sky, the joyous melodies a stark contrast to the political machinations that often dominated my life.
Amidst the revelry, I stole Siya away for a private moment. We found ourselves on a secluded balcony, the cool night air a welcome respite from the heat and noise.
"Quite a show, wasn't it?" I remarked, a smile playing on my lips.
Siya laughed, a soft musical sound. "A little overwhelming at times, but everyone seems lovely."

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of the ceremony slowly lifting. Then, Siya reached out, her fingers gently brushing mine. A jolt of electricity shot through me, a stark reminder of the forbidden desires simmering beneath the surface.
"Arjun," she began, her voice barely a whisper.
"Siya," I replied, my voice thick with emotion.
The dance floor beckoned, the music inviting. With a hesitant smile, I extended my hand. "Shall we?"
Siya's smile blossomed, and she slipped her hand into mine. As we waltzed under the moonlit sky, a new chapter in our story began. A chapter filled with duty and responsibility, yes, but a chapter that also held the promise of a love that dared to bloom amidst the chaos.

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