At Night
Aryan and Anjali arrived home together. The house was silent, the lights off since Aryan's mother had gone to his bua's house.
Suddenly, a noise from the dining room made them freeze. They exchanged a wary glance.
"Koi ghar mein ghus aaya kya?" Anjali whispered nervously.
"Pata nahi. Tum peeche raho, main dekhta hoon," Aryan replied, gesturing for her to stay behind as they cautiously moved toward the sound.
When they reached the dining room, Aryan's grip on the vase he was holding faltered and it slipped from his hands. Their eyes widened in shock as they took in the sight before them.
Aahan and Arushi froze mid-action, equally startled.
Anjali, trying to keep her composure, cleared her throat and smirked at Arushi.
"Lagta hai, devar ji ko chachu banne se pehle papa banna hai," she quipped, her tone teasing.
Aahan, visibly flustered, stammered, "A-a bhai, bhabhi, a-aisa nahi hai, woh-"
Aryan interrupted him with a dramatic laugh.
"Woh woh kya, beta? Dining table khane ke liye hoti hai. Aur khane ke baad jo hota hai, woh andar hota hai, band kamre mein!"
Anjali burst into laughter, joining Aryan, while Aahan and Arushi stood there, looking like embarrassed puppies.
A few days later,
Aryan and Anjali were enjoying their honeymoon trip. It was their last day, and the couple roamed the bustling city market, buying random knick-knacks and goofing around.
Anjali's eyes landed on a Spider-Man mask hanging at a shop.
A mischievous idea popped into her head. She dragged Aryan to the shop, bought the mask, and made him wear one while she wore another.
Snapping a picture, she posted it on social media with the caption: "My Spider-Man."
Later, during dinner, Anjali's phone pinged with a notification.
She read the comment on her post and immediately burst out laughing, spitting water straight onto Aryan's face.
"Yaar, kya kar rahi ho?" Aryan exclaimed, wiping his face as she laughed uncontrollably.
"Sorry, pati dev," she said, still laughing as she handed him a napkin.
"Voh kya hai na, Aahan ka comment dekh ke hasna aa gaya." She showed him the comment,
which read:
"Bhai, logon ko pyaar mein ch**ya bante dekha hai, par tu toh Spider-Man ban gaya."
Aryan stared at the screen in disbelief. "Yeh ladka! Isko toh main chhodunga nahi!" he declared, his voice filled with mock anger.
When they returned home, Aahan was waiting at the door, throwing flowers at them.
"Welcome, welcome, pyaar ke panchiyon!" he declared dramatically.
Aryan glared at him. "Pyaar ke panchiyon ke chacha, ruk, tu toh gaya aaj!" he said, chasing Aahan around the living room as Aahan dodged him.
"Bhai, bhai, sorry! Par baat toh sahi hai!" Aahan teased, sticking out his tongue.
Aryan lunged at him, yelling, "Aaj toh tu gaya, bachu!"
Anjali and Aryan's mother stood aside, laughing at the scene.
His mother shook her head. "Beta, in dono ko toh choohe-billi ki tarah ladne do. Tum chalo mere saath, bahut si cheezein deni hain tumhe."
"Toh der kis baat ki? Let's go, maa!" Anjali grinned, locking her arm with her mother-in-law and walking away.
A few days later,
Aryan was busy working in his office when Rathee, his P.A. and best friend, came in to discuss the schedule. Mid-conversation, Rathee's foot slipped, and he fell onto Aryan just as the door opened.
Anjali stood in the doorway, eyes wide in shock. "Haye Ram!" she gasped dramatically, walking in and sitting on the sofa while pulling her pallu over her head.
"Haye, main toh lut gayi, barbaad ho gayi! Samajh mein kya muh dikhau? " she wailed theatrically.
Aryan and Rathee pushed away from each other in a panic.
"J-jaan, a-aisa kuch nahi hai!" Aryan stammered.
"Haye Ram! Meri sautan ek aadmi hai!" she cried out dramatically, before bursting into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Apni shakal dekho! Hahaha!" she cackled, clutching her stomach.
Aryan and Rathee exchanged mortified looks. Rathee muttered,
"Bhai, I mean, have a great day, ma'am and sir," before bolting out of the office.
Aryan turned to Anjali, pulling her close. He inhaled her scent and kissed her forehead.
"I love you," he said softly.
Anjali smiled, stroking his back. "I love you too, mera cutie," she replied with a grin.
That night, the family was setting up for dinner when the doorbell rang. Anjali went to open the door and froze.
Standing there was a familiar face. She cleared her throat, her discomfort evident.
"Tanishka?" she said, her tone uncertain.
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عاطفية"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
