It had been three months since Vedant and I got married, and every day felt like a piece of heaven.
There were moments when a quiet fear would stir in my heart, making me think this happiness might just be a dream.
But whenever I saw Vedant’s calm and reassuring presence, that fear faded, and I silently prayed to God to let me continue enjoying these precious days with him and his family.
As I was packing my things, Ma came into my room, her voice soft as she asked, "Did you pack everything you’re going to take with you, Ojasvi beta?"
I nodded. Vedant’s cousin sister was getting married, and we were all heading to the venue today.
After making sure everything was ready, we set off. I traveled with Ma and Badi Ma, while Bade Papa and Papa were in another car.
Dada Sa and Dadi Sa had already left earlier. Vedant, Arhaan Bhai, and Eesha would join us later in the evening.
The two-hour journey went by quickly, filled with conversation and laughter.
After greeting relatives and exchanging pleasantries upon arrival, I headed to the room that was set aside for Vedant and me.
The wedding celebrations had already begun, and the sangeet was scheduled for the evening, so I changed into a saree. Before heading downstairs, I called Vedant.
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"Aaye nahi aap abhi tak?" I asked the moment he picked up.
"Paunchne wale hai, bas thodi der mein," he replied in that deep, calming voice of his.
"Theek hai," I responded, hanging up the call with a smile.
I made my way downstairs, mingling with the relatives and soaking in the vibrant energy of the event.
After a while, a man approached me, as he introduced himself and began talking about his son.
"My son is a great boy, you see. We’re looking for a bride for him. Do you know of any suitable girls? You could introduce them to him."
I was about to reply when he called over his son. "Ah, there’s my son. Chetan beta, come here. Meet—"
Before he could finish, Chetan interrupted, a smirk on his face. "Meri hone wali biwi, right Dad?" He winked at me, as if we shared some kind of private joke.
I blinked, completely taken aback. What on earth was this man saying?
The father tried to correct him, "No, it’s not like that. She—"
But Chetan cut him off again, now turning fully toward me. "I know, Dad. We’ll meet her family first, and then we’ll get married. Right, sweetie pie?"
I could feel my temper rising, and I opened my mouth to speak, "Excuse me, first of all—" But once again, he interrupted.
