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Abhiraj’s POV
As I watched Anu laughing, her eyes twinkling with joy, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. In my world it was rare to feel something this pure, this genuine. I never thought I'd find someone who could truly understand me, let alone make me feel this... alive.
After her playful remark about being "Mrs. Abhiraj," I couldn't resist leaning in. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Her laughter faded as she looked up at me, her face glowing with affection.
We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the quiet of the farmhouse kitchen. It was a moment of peace in the chaos of our lives, a moment that made me realize just how much she meant to me.
We finished cooking together, side by side, laughing and teasing each other the whole time. It felt so natural, so right, like we were meant to be together in these little moments, making memories out of the simplest things.
The dinner went peacefully and after that I dropped her home . As I drove back from Anu’s house, her laughter still ringing in my ears, I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips.
Her presence in my life had become something I couldn’t live without. The thought of her, teasingly calling herself "Mrs. Abhiraj," kept replaying in my mind, filling me with a sense of warmth that I hadn’t felt in years.
When I finally reached home, the familiar sight of our estate greeted me. The house was illuminated, as usual, and I could hear the faint sounds of conversation coming from the dining room. Just as I entered, my matashree called out.
"Abhiraj, aa gya tu . Dinner kar le aake ."
I wasn’t really hungry after the meal with Anu, but something in her tone made me pause. I nodded, “Theek hai, maa. Aata hoon.”
As I walked in and took my place at the table, I noticed everyone was already seated. Dadu and Dadi were chatting with Agam about some business, while Anamika Chachi was serving. Yuvaan sat beside Divya, who was scrolling through her phone, probably planning her next shopping spree. Dev was focused on his plate, as usual, lost in his thoughts. The table was full, yet I couldn’t help but feel something missing — no, someone missing.
As we all settled into dinner, Yuvaan broke the usual chatter, "Badi maa, main soch raha hoon ki iss baar Navratri pe Divya ke saath saath Anu ko bhi kapde diye jaaye."
My ears perked up at the mention of Anu’s name. I glanced up, my eyes meeting Yuvaan’s briefly.
Before anyone could respond, Agam bhai added, his voice calm but with that ever-present edge of teasing, "Haan maa, aakhir humare yaha riwaz hai na ki 'bahu' aur betiyon ko Navratri pe kapde dilwane chahiye." He put a deliberate emphasis on the word *bahu,* and I shot him a look, warning him to tone it down. But as usual, Bhai wasn’t one to back off so easily.
Surprisingly, no one seemed to catch the hint, or maybe they just chose to ignore it. Dadi was busy discussing some temple plans with Dadu, and the rest of the family was absorbed in their own conversations.
Maa smiled warmly at Yuvaan, oblivious to the underlying implication. "Bilkul theek hai. Toh Yuvaan, kal tum Divya ke saath jao aur dresses select kar lo. Ek Anu ke liye bhi lena."
