𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 28

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Vihaan ~

My wife was home with me, sitting next to me, trying to find the ring in milk to win against me.

Funny, I was not even trying.

Why would I?

"Vihaan sir, aap koshish bhi nahi kar rahe hain." She whispered to me, telling me what I already knew.

(TRANSLATION - Vihaan sir, you're not even trying.)

"Aapse jeetne ki koshish mai kar bhi nahi sakta hoon Shivanya kyunki mai aapko hi jeet chuka hoon."I told her, only to see that beautiful shade of red adorning her cheeks and neck once again and she looked away.

(TRANSLATION - I cannot even try to win against you, Shivanya because I've already won you.)

"Jiju yaar please ek round toh jeet jaana, maine bet lagayi hai Taran ke saath ki aap hi jeetoge." Radhika said, glaring at me.

(TRANSLATION - Jiju, please win at least one round! I've placed a bet with Taran that you'll be the one to win.)

"Beta you made the wrong bet this time, Vihaan is not winning one single round." Dad said, who was sitting next to Maa.

Everyone burst into laughter at Dad's comment, and I shook my head, amused. Shivanya stole a glance at me, her fingers still moving through the milk, searching for the ring.

"Jiju, stop looking at Di like that and focus on winning," Radhika complained, shaking her head. "Taran is already smirking like he's won."

I sighed. "Radhika, you should have placed a bet on your sister. You would have won easily."

Shivanya's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red but before she could react, she pulled her fingers out of the bowl with the ring between them for the third time.

"Three times in a row! Do you know what this means Vihaan? This means that you are going to be listening to Shivanya for the rest of your life." Maa teased, her eyes twinkling.

Dad chuckled. "Humare sahabzaade ko koi apne takkar ki mil hi gayi."

(TRANSLATION - Looks like he has finally got his match.)

There was nothing to disagree about with either of their words.

Shivanya looked at me shyly, as if expecting me to say something. I reached for her hand under the table, wrapping my fingers around hers. "Mujhe koi shikayat nahi hai." I said softly, just for her.

(TRANSLATION - I have no complaints.)

Her breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, hiding her face behind the edge of the dupatta over her head.

"Bas bas, ab in dono ko akela chhod do." Radhika groaned dramatically. "Di is already blushing like crazy, and Jiju looks like he is ready to carry her away right this second."

(TRANSLATION - Enough, enough, now leave these two alone.)

"Radhika, I would have loved to sit with you here to pull my son's leg but look we all are hungry and I can't wait one more minute to have my dinner so this is going to have to wait for later." Dad got up, followed by mom.

"Chalo, dinner is ready. Everyone to the dining table." Maa said after all the post wedding rituals.

Shivanya tried to get up too, but I held her hand, stopping her from getting up. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at me, confusion flickering across her face.