Ruhanika was sitting at her vanity, carefully adjusting her earrings, the soft gleam of excitement in her eyes. Today was her tilak ceremony with Rohit, and she could hardly believe it. The thought of officially becoming his fiancée filled her heart with so much joy. But more than that, she was grateful—grateful that her sister Ruhi had given her blessings, something Ruhanika had longed for deep down.
Lost in her thoughts, she was startled by a loud clatter from the other side of the room. She turned quickly, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. Clothes were scattered everywhere—on the bed, the floor, even the chair near the window.
Ruhi stood in the middle of it all, her hands on her hips, looking thoroughly frustrated.
“Ruhi! What is this?” Ruhanika asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.
Ruhi looked at her sister, pouting. "Diduuu, there's nothing to wear for the tilak! I want to look perfect today, but nothing matches!" she whined, motioning toward the piles of clothes as if it was obvious.
Ruhanika crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as she surveyed the chaos. She walked over to Ruhi and gave her a playful tap on the head. “Pagal hai kya? Look at all these clothes you’ve scattered around! You have plenty of options.”
Ruhi frowned, crossing her arms in return. "But none of them are right for the tilak. It's your special day, and I need something that’s perfect for the occasion."
Ruhanika sighed, shaking her head with a fond smile. Ruhi’s dramatic tendencies always amused her, and yet she loved her sister even more for it. Looking at the clock, Ruhanika realized they still had plenty of time before the tilak ceremony in the evening.
“Alright, alright," she said, finally relenting. "Let’s go to the mall and get you something new. After all, we’ve got plenty of time before the tilak starts.”
Ruhi’s face lit up instantly, her earlier frustration vanishing as she threw her arms around Ruhanika in a tight hug. “You’re the best, diduuu! I love you so much!”
Ruhanika hugged her back, her heart warming at the sight of Ruhi’s happiness. "I love you too, Ruhi," she said, pulling away and looking into her sister’s eyes. "Now let’s go find you the perfect outfit, hmm?"
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Neil walked into the bedroom only to be greeted by a familiar sight—clothes scattered across every surface and Aarohi sitting in the middle of it all, looking utterly defeated.
He couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he approached her, his arms folded across his chest. "Aarohi, what happened here? Did you turn our closet upside down?"
Aarohi let out a dramatic sigh, her frustration clear as she waved her hand toward the clothes. "Neil, I have nothing to wear!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with exasperation.
Neil grinned, sitting down beside her on the floor. He gently brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, teasingly saying, "Meri chipkali, you say this every time we go to an event. Are you sure it's the clothes, or are you just stressing?"
Aarohi shot him a playful glare but leaned into his touch, enjoying the momentary comfort. “Neil, this is serious! Today is Ruhanika’s tilak, and I can’t find a single dress that’s good enough. Our daughter’s getting married—I want to look perfect.”
Neil smiled, pulling her closer so that her head rested on his shoulder. His fingers gently stroked her arm as he whispered, "Aarohi, you always look perfect. You could wear a simple sari, and you’d still outshine everyone in the room."
Aarohi blushed, her lips curving into a soft smile despite her frustration. "You always say the right things," she murmured, relaxing a little in his arms.
He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That’s because they’re true. But seriously, you’ll find something. We’ve got the whole day, and if nothing here works, we can go shopping. I’ll help you pick something out, okay?"
Aarohi looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You? Help me shop? Neil, you can’t even tell the difference between a lehenga and a sari," she teased.
Neil laughed, his arms wrapping tighter around her waist as he pulled her closer. "I may not know the difference, but I do know what looks good on you. And I’m not just talking about clothes."
Aarohi felt her cheeks warm at his words, her heart fluttering in that way it always did when Neil turned on his charm. She lightly smacked his chest, but her smile gave away her feelings. "You’re impossible."
He smiled, pressing another kiss on the top of her head before looking into her eyes. "Maybe, but you love me for it."
Aarohi laughed softly, shaking her head. "I do," she admitted, her voice soft as she leaned in closer. “I really do."
For a few moments, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside their bedroom forgotten. The upcoming tilak, the clothes, the preparations—none of it mattered as much as this moment between them. In Neil’s arms, Aarohi felt safe, loved, and like everything would be just fine.
After a while, Neil leaned back slightly, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "How about we take a break from this madness and grab a cup of coffee together? Then we’ll tackle the dress situation. Deal?"
Aarohi nodded, smiling up at him. "Deal."
He stood up, pulling her to her feet along with him. As they walked toward the kitchen, Neil kept his arm around her waist, and Aarohi leaned into his side, grateful for these quiet, loving moments amidst the chaos of the day.
They knew the rest of the day would be filled with preparations, excitement, and emotions, but for now, they had this—just the two of them, savoring the simple joy of being together.
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