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I couldn't understand why he insisted I wear a lehenga. Just two days ago, I had been lying in a hospital bed, and now, finally discharged, I felt both relieved and confused by his request. Krish had hardly left my side during my stay; he didn't even venture into the office, choosing instead to keep me company. Every time I tried to work or discuss Mr. Naman's project, he brushed it aside with his simple, yet unwavering response: "I am thinking about you, Avni." Despite my efforts to convey the urgency of completing the project, he seemed lost in his thoughts, unwilling to heed anyone's concerns. It was as if the world outside our little bubble had faded away, and all he could focus on was me.
"Let's head home, my wife," Krish said, his voice steady as he ignited the engine. I gazed out of the window, lost in my thoughts when suddenly I felt a warm, firm hand resting on my thigh. A surge of excitement fluttered in my stomach. Turning to face Krish, I found him looking irresistibly handsome, with a hint of mischief in his eyes. One hand confidently manoeuvred the steering wheel while the other remained securely on my thigh bold move that both thrilled and unsettled me.
I hesitated for a moment, knowing that provoking him could lead to unpredictable consequences. Seeking a moment of clarity, I asked,
"The nurse mentioned you were worried when I fainted. What made you so concerned?" My fingers danced lightly over the strong veins of his hand, tracing their outlines as I studied his expression. He was captivating, drawing me in with every glance.
But I noticed an intensity in his gaze; it was laced with simmering anger. As his grip on my thigh tightened, a shiver ran down my spine-an intoxicating mix of fear and desire.
When he didn't answer I said again.
"What difference would it make if you let me die, it would not make any difference to anyone except my mother." Before I could speak, he turned his steering wheel to the left and placed one of his hands in front of me to stop me from moving forward.
Before I could open my eyes, he opened my seat belt, held my cheeks and started kissing me passionately. His tongue was exploring every corner of my mouth. I was so shocked that I could not respond. After some time, he stopped eating me.
He looked into my eyes with an intensity I had never seen before and said,
"No matter if anyone cares or not, the most important thing is this: I will fade away without you. This is the essence of your existence for yourself and me as well. Even if Yamraj ji himself were to arrive to take you, he would have to claim my life first..." His voice trailed off as I gently pressed my hand against his lips, silencing him. A soft smile crept across his face, a glimpse of serenity amid the heavy emotions. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on my forehead before starting the car.
As we pulled up to the mansion, I was met with a breathtaking sight; the house was adorned with vibrant decorations that sparkled like a bride on her wedding day, the colours bursting forth in celebration or perhaps for the festival of Diwali. Just as Krish opened the car door for me, a flurry of firecrackers erupted in the night sky behind the mansion, lighting it up with brilliant hues of gold and red. Startled, I instinctively wrapped my arms around Krish, seeking comfort as the loud pops echoed around us, a contrast to the tender moment we had just shared.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, his warm breath tickling my ear as he murmured in a husky voice,
"Wife, if you are so romantic, I won't be able to control myself, and then things might get a bit complicated for you." Before he could continue, I turned my gaze away, my heart racing. Krish shot me a devilish grin that spoke volumes.
"Sister-in-law, brother, if your little romantic interlude is over, everyone inside is waiting for you. Let's go!" Abhimanyu interjected after clearing his throat, a playful tone lacing his words.
"Romance will only be complete when you allow it to be, you rascal," Krish whispered, his voice low and teasing. I narrowed my eyes at him, making sure he understood that I had heard every word.
Krish caught my eye and gestured with a subtle yet inviting motion, urging me to come forward. As we approached, the entrance to the house was adorned with vibrant decorations, signalling a warm welcome. The moment we stepped inside, raucous cheers erupted from family and friends, filling the air with joy. My mother-in-law held a beautifully arranged puja plate, its contents glimmering in the soft light, while a beautifully crafted "Kalash" sat proudly on the doorframe.
"Why are you all idle looking at her?? Lakshmi finally graced my home." my mother-in-law announced with exuberant delight, her eyes sparkling. At her words, the sky erupted in a flurry of firecrackers, lighting up the night with a spectacular display of colours that danced against the backdrop of the moonlit sky. The atmosphere was electric, infused with a sense of celebration and love.
After performing the aarti, the atmosphere was filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of flickering lamps.
"Daughter, go ahead and strike the pot, then come inside," the mother-in-law said affectionately, gesturing towards the gleaming urn that sat beside the entrance.
With a smirk, papa quipped,
"It's a relief she didn't mention kicking it; otherwise, we might have had another incident like that time someone's head nearly burst from the impact right at her doorstep." Just as Papa opened his mouth, ready to add to the banter, Mumma playfully jabbed him in the back with her elbow, stifling his words. The moment was contagious, and soon everyone erupted into laughter, their joy echoing through the room, a warm reminder of shared memories and familial bonds.
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