What will happen when two souls are tied together?? What plans do the Universe have in store for them??
Let's dive into the world of Saransh and Divisha and enjoy their slow brewing romance....
Har Har Mahadev....
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The golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the embroidered curtains of the room that now belonged to Divisha and Saransh. The wedding celebrations had gone on till late into the night, with laughter, music, and the rustle of silk sarees mingling with the dhol beats. For Divisha, everything still felt like a dream—her marriage, the affectionate rituals, and now waking up in a new home surrounded by her husband's family.
Divisha woke up in Saransh's arms. She looked up at his sleeping figure and again snuggled into his embrace. Everything was new to her; the environment, family, including the man in whose arms she was sleeping peacefully. With a contended smile she pecked his forehead, brushing the hair off his face. She sat up slowly, adjusting her crimson dupatta around her shoulders, the scent of mehendi still lingering faintly on her hands. On the bedside table, a silver tray carried a glass of milk, a small bowl of dry fruits, and a note scribbled in Saransh's neat handwriting:
"For strength and sweetness—both of which you'll need today. First rasoi is no small ritual."
Divisha smiled, her cheeks glowing as she read the note. This was not just her first day as a new bride; it was her first opportunity to mark her place in the family's heart. The "pehli rasoi", a tradition where the new bride cooks something sweet for the family, was as symbolic as it was personal. Saransh, noticing she had woken, stretched beside her. His voice, slightly groggy but teasing, filled the room. "Good morning, Mrs. Maheswari. Ready to charm everyone with your cooking skills?"
"Good morning," she replied softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I just hope ki hum kuch jala na dein . First impressions matter, don't they?"
Saransh chuckled. "Don't worry. In this family, even if you serve half-cooked halwa, they'll still shower you with blessings. But..." he leaned closer, "...I have full faith in you."
The reassurance steadied her nerves.
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By mid-morning, the house was buzzing with energy. The elders were busy with morning puja preparations, while the younger cousins lingered in the living room, exchanging stories of the wedding functions. The air carried the smell of incense and freshly brewed tea.
Divisha walked into the grand kitchen, her hands slightly trembling. The kitchen itself felt like the heart of the house—wide marble counters, neatly arranged jars of spices, and brass utensils gleaming as though they were touched by sunlight. Her mother-in-law, Amrita, stood by the counter, her warm smile erasing some of Divisha's nervousness.
"Beta, today is your day. Don't think of it as a test. Just cook with love, and everything will turn out perfect."
"Yes, Maa," Divisha replied with a respectful nod.
