♡ 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 ♡

Thirty seven ♡

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After some time, Vanika came out of the washroom wearing a red silk saree, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. She walked to the mirror, drying her hair with a towel. Just then, her phone rang, and she picked it up.

"Hello," she said.

"Hello Vanika beta... I am your Bittu bua," the voice on the other end said. Vanika was about to disconnect the call when she heard the urgency in her voice.

"Beta, please listen to me... please ask your father-in-law not to fire me and Simran didi's husbands and children from the company. Hamara pariwar road pe aa jayega. Please beta. I am so sorry. And Simran didi also wants to apologize to you," Bittu bua pleaded.

Vanika hesitated for a moment, then another voice came on the line. "Hello beta... I am Simran. I am so sorry beta, please forgive us and talk to bhai sahab," Simran cried.

"Ye sab wo bakwas karne ke pehle sochna chahiye tha, bua ji. Sorry, mera company se koi lena dena nahi hai toh I can't say anything in this matter," Vanika said firmly and disconnected the call. She put her phone down and took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

["You should have think this before saying all that. And don't know anything about company so can't do anything."]

Vanika removed the towel from her hair and switched on the hair dryer, carefully drying her hair until it flowed around her shoulders in silky waves. She then saw Nirmay enter the room. He walked over, smiling, and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and admiring her in the mirror. She smiled back, placing her hands over his, which were wrapped around her waist.

"Thank you," she said softly, leaning into his embrace.

"For what?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Aap jante hain. But don't you think ye jyada ho gaya?" she asked, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, concern evident in her expression.

["You know that. And that was too much."]

"Jo un logon ne kiya uss hisab se bahot kam tha," he replied firmly, his eyes hardening as he remembered the hurtful words.

[That was very less for what they did."]

"Par aapne Papa ko nahi batana chahiye tha," she said, her tone a mix of worry and guilt.

["But you shouldn't tell dad."]

"Shhh! Ab no more discussion about those useless people. Unhone bahot time waste kar diya hamara. Ab hamare beech bas hamari baat honi chahiye. Hmm?" He asked, looking at her tenderly and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She smiled, feeling his love and support, and picked up her vermillion.

["They have wasted a lot of our time. Now it should be just our conversation between us. Hmm?"]

"I will do it," he said, taking the box from her hand. He stood in front of her, their eyes locked, as he carefully applied vermilion in her hair partition. The red powder stood out vividly against her dark hair, symbolising their union. He then picked up the mangalsutra and gently placed it around her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin.

"Ab lag rahi ho na sirf meri," he said, cupping her cheeks and looking at her with a possessive yet loving gaze.

["Now you really look like you're only mine."]