Shaadi karna toh door ki baat hai, agar woh Kunj Sarna mujhe ek baar aur lecture dega na, toh main uska gala ghota dungi !
Twinkle Taneja’s thoughts swirled as she stood at the threshold of the grand Sarna mansion. The lush marigold garlands draped over the gates mocked her sour mood. Her parents had outdone themselves in organizing this arranged marriage, one that Twinkle never wanted.
Kunj Sarna, the golden boy of the Sarna family, was the complete opposite of Twinkle. Practical, disciplined, and borderline robotic—he was everything she despised in a man. But for the sake of family honor, and a little pressure from Leela Taneja’s dramatic tears, she had grudgingly agreed.
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The Wedding Day
Twinkle adjusted the heavy bridal dupatta on her head for what felt like the hundredth time. The mirror reflected an exquisite bride, but her face gave away her inner turmoil.
“Twinkle!” her sister Chinki barged in. “Tu ready ho ya abhi bhi drama kar rahi hai?”
“Drama hi toh meri zindagi hai,” Twinkle quipped, rolling her eyes. “Aur waise bhi, dulhan ready tab hoti hai jab dulha perfect ho. Yeh Kunj Sarna toh ek walking calculator lagta hai!”
Chinki giggled but quickly pulled her to her feet. “Perfect ya imperfect, shaadi toh tujhe karni hi hai. Chal, baraat aa gayi hai.”
Downstairs, Kunj stood stiffly in his ivory sherwani, greeting the guests with polite nods. His face betrayed no emotion as the rituals commenced. Twinkle couldn’t resist poking him during the garland exchange.
“Kya hua, Mr. Robot? Smile karna allowed hai,” she whispered, flashing a fake smile of her own.
Kunj raised an eyebrow. “At least I’m not late, unlike someone who thinks the world revolves around her.”
“Excuse me?” Twinkle hissed, but the priest’s chant interrupted her retort.
And thus began their marriage, with sparks of animosity flying high.
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The First Few Days
Moving into the Sarna household was an ordeal for Twinkle. Kunj’s room was eerily tidy—everything from his books to his ties was organized with military precision.
“Kunj, yeh kya hai?” Twinkle asked, holding up a label maker she found in his drawer.
“Woh label maker hai,” Kunj replied matter-of-factly. “Main apni files aur cheezein organize karne ke liye use karta hoon.”
Twinkle gawked at him. “Tumhare saath rehna Matlab kisi office mein rehne jaisa hai!”
Kunj smirked. “Aur tumhare saath rehna Matlab circus mein rehna.”
Their banter continued over every little thing—whether it was the choice of morning tea, the temperature of the AC, or the way Twinkle’s clothes were perpetually sprawled across the couch.
But amidst the arguments, Twinkle noticed little things about Kunj. He always ensured she had her favorite snacks stocked in the pantry. He silently fixed the broken clasp on her anklet. And he always stood up for her during family dinners when relatives made snide remarks.
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A Hidden Talent
One evening, while cleaning the storage room, Twinkle stumbled upon an old trunk filled with sketchbooks. Intrigued, she flipped through the pages and was stunned.
The sketches were extraordinary—stunning lehengas, sherwanis, and Indo-western outfits adorned the pages. It was like peeking into the mind of a creative genius.
She hurried to confront Kunj.
“Kunj! Tum fashion designer ho?” she demanded, holding the sketchbook like a trophy.
Kunj, seated at his desk, froze. “Tumhe yeh kahan se mila?”
“Storage room mein tha. Ab bolo, yeh kya hai?”
Kunj sighed. “Bas ek purana hobby tha.”
“Hobby? Kunj, yeh toh ek talent hai! Tumne kabhi pursue kyun nahi kiya?”
“Because it’s not practical,” Kunj replied curtly. “Fashion designing doesn’t align with my family’s expectations.”
Twinkle’s heart ached. For all his stoicism, Kunj carried unspoken dreams he had buried long ago.
“Tumhe dar lagta hai,” Twinkle stated, her voice firm. “Dar lagta hai ki tumhare sapne kisi ko samajh nahi aayenge. Par main samajhti hoon, Kunj.”
Her words lingered in the air, sparking something within him.
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The Plan
Twinkle, being her usual headstrong self, decided to take matters into her own hands. Without informing Kunj, she signed him up for a prestigious fashion competition, submitting his sketches under an alias.
When Kunj found out, he was furious.
“Twinkle! Tumne mujhse bina puche aisa kaise kar diya?” he shouted.
“Relax, Mr. Robot,” Twinkle said nonchalantly. “Maine tumhare talent ko sirf ek mauka diya hai chamakne ka. Ab tumhe prove karna hai ki tum capable ho.”
Despite his initial resistance, Kunj agreed to participate, albeit reluctantly.
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The Fashion Show
The day of the competition arrived, and Twinkle was a bundle of excitement. Kunj, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck.
Backstage, Twinkle took charge like a boss. “Kunj, woh model ka blouse thoda loose lag raha hai. Stitch fix kar do!”
“Twinkle, tum mujhe aur tension de rahi ho,” Kunj grumbled.
“Main tumhari lucky charm hoon,” Twinkle retorted, her grin infectious.
When Kunj’s collection hit the runway, the audience erupted into applause. Each outfit was a masterpiece, reflecting Kunj’s unique vision. Judges praised his work, and he ended up winning the competition.
Backstage, Kunj hugged Twinkle tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Twinkle beamed. “Dekha? Tumhare andar ka genius duniya ke saamne aa gaya.”
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A New Beginning
The fashion show’s success marked a turning point in their relationship. Kunj started pursuing his passion for designing, while Twinkle became his biggest supporter and unofficial manager.
Their marriage evolved from one of convenience to one of partnerships. They learned to embrace each other’s quirks—Kunj’s need for order and Twinkle’s love for chaos.
One evening, as they sat on their balcony under a canopy of stars, Twinkle teased, “Ab toh maan lo, tumhari boring life ko maine exciting bana diya.”
Kunj chuckled. “Aur tum maan lo, meri discipline se tumhari life settle ho gayi.”
Twinkle grinned. “Fair deal.”
And as they clinked their coffee mugs, they realized that love doesn’t always come in fairy-tale packages. Sometimes, it’s the little moments of understanding and support that make all the difference.
