Natasha, a meticulous editor known for her sharp wit and precise attention to detail, finds herself unexpectedly betrothed to Shubman, a charismatic criminal lawyer renowned for his courtroom prowess. Their fathers, inseparable since childhood, orch...
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The temple buzzed with the soft murmur of prayers as the family members lined up for the arti as they decided to go to the temple for seeking the blessing for the new couple. The air was fragrant with incense, and the gentle ringing of bells added to the tranquil atmosphere. Shubman and Natasha, however, were about to disrupt that peace.
As they approached the front of the line, Natasha reached out to grab the arti plate, a confident smile playing on her lips. She felt Shubman’s hand brush against hers, his fingers swiftly curling around the metal handle before she could get a proper grip.
“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice was playful but firm. “I’m pretty sure I reached for it first.”
Shubman gave her a mock-innocent look. “Did you now? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I got it first.” He held up the plate triumphantly.
Natasha narrowed her eyes at him. “You always do this! You just can’t let me do it first, can you?”
“It’s not about letting you do it first,” Shubman replied, grinning mischievously. “I’m simply more efficient. I’m a fast thinker, and my reflexes are top-notch.”
She crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You’re unbelievable. It’s just an arti, Shubman, not a race.”
He shrugged. “Maybe, but who’s to say I shouldn’t be the one leading our prayers tonight?”
Natasha rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. “Oh, come on. Everyone knows the wife is supposed to do it. You’re just trying to be difficult.”
“Difficult? Me?” Shubman feigned surprise. “I’m just doing my duty as a husband, supporting you in spiritual matters.”
“You mean trying to one-up me at every turn,” Natasha muttered, reaching out for the plate again.
"Shubman! She is your wife she have first right! Let her do arti and then you can also do! No one is stopping you to do arti!'' Janki tried to make both of them understand! But will they? Hell nah!
Shubman, always quick on his feet, gently turned away from her, holding the plate just out of her reach. “Ah-ah, not so fast. Let’s settle this fairly.”
Natasha’s eyes sparked with a mix of irritation and amusement. She had grown accustomed to Shubman’s antics, though they still managed to exasperate her. “Fairly? How do you suggest we do that?”
Shubman smirked. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
Natasha blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. “You’re kidding.”
Sangeeta was all ready to beat shit out of him but stopped because she know her dearest son is not going to step back now. She was relieved for him because they had already kept their footwear outside otherwise before this arti he have gotten a different arti.
“Why not? Best two out of three,” he said, his tone teasing as he held up his hand, ready to play. “Or are you afraid of losing?”
