His sukoon : His junoon

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Isha sat on a plush sofa in the grand, blue-themed hall, surrounded by girls and mehndi designers. The space was adorned with sapphire drapes, fairy lights, and floral arrangements, giving a dreamy yet royal ambiance. The floor sparkled under the chandeliers' glow, and a soft fragrance of jasmine filled the air. Isha, dressed in a stunning blue lehenga, had her hands outstretched as the mehndi artist meticulously worked on her intricate design.

Jahnvi approached and sat beside her, admiring the design. "It's beautiful! You picked a great  design" she praised.

The artist smiled and replied, "Dhanyawaad, Rajkumari-sa."

Jahnvi then turned her attention to Isha, asking, "Are you okay, bhabhi sa? You've been sitting in the same position for over an hour."

Isha gave her a small nod. "I'm alright," she said softly, though her back was starting to ache a bit.

Before they could continue their conversation, Ishaan appeared with a plate of snacks in hand, munching as he casually walked in. "What's up, ladies?" he greeted them, plopping down on the sofa next to Isha.

He leaned in, examining the mehndi. "Looks good," he commented, then teasingly held out a glass of juice. Isha looked from him to the glass and then back at her hands.

"Here, Isha," he said with a mischievous grin, offering the juice.

She smiled and was about to take a sip when he pulled it back quickly. "Hey, hey, hey! I just wanted you to smell it, not drink it."

Annoyed, Isha turned her face away, which only made Ishaan laugh harder. He clearly enjoyed teasing her, and her flustered reaction only fueled his amusement.

Meanwhile, Rudransh wasn't around. Tradition dictated that the couple not see each other after the haldi ceremony, a custom that the family insisted on following. Rudransh, of course, was not pleased with this, but when Isha had nodded in agreement to his mother, he couldn't bring himself to say no. After all, he couldn't bear to go against Isha's decision.

However, this self-imposed separation wasn't going well for Rudransh, and Vittorio had been sent to the venue to keep an eye on his "ma'am." Standing in the corner, Vittorio watched the gathering from afar. His eyes drifted from person to person, but they soon settled on Ishaan. Vittorio had come to check on Isha, as instructed, but couldn't help being captivated by Ishaan's carefree laughter and playful demeanor.

Ishaan got up from the sofa, still laughing to himself. "I'll be back," he said to the girls, making his way toward the hallway where the bathrooms were. His eyes landed on Vittorio, and he stopped mid-step, a gasp escaping his lips.

"Vittorio? What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.

Vittorio gave him a soft smile, restraining his true feelings. "Boss wanted me to make sure ma'am is comfortable and to report if anyone causes her trouble."

Ishaan's face paled. "You're going to report to him?" he asked, his voice almost pleading.

"I'm sorry, but I have no choice. It's my job," Vittorio replied, his tone firm but with a hidden teasing.

Panicking, Ishaan grabbed Vittorio's hand, startling him. "Please, don't tell him anything!" he begged.

Vittorio froze at the sudden contact, his heart skipping a beat. Before he could respond, Ishaan let go and quickly ran back to the hall, leaving Vittorio standing there, slightly dazed.

Back in the hall, Ishaan rushed to Isha, quickly offering her the juice again. She looked at him, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. He gave her a sheepish smile, thinking, Your husband is the problem, not me. He mentally sighed as he watched Isha sip the juice, trying to mask his nervousness.