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BONDITA

Two hours ago...

I sat with the other women in the private booth, sipping on my mocktail while laughter echoed around me. The conversation had been flowing non-stop, lighthearted teasing, and playful banter filling the air.

Anvika, the bride-to-be, was the center of attention, her cheeks already pink from all the teasing. Sitting beside her was her best friend, Ishaani, a fashion designer who had just gotten married six months ago. On the other side was Ritika, a lawyer like me, married for three years, and Niharika, who ran her own café and was still single but enjoyed playing the role of the nosy elder sister in the group.

They had been exchanging stories about their married lives, mostly poking fun at their husbands, making Anvika nervous about what was to come.

“I swear,” Ishaani giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “The first night is always the worst! Forget romance, I was so exhausted from all the wedding rituals that I just passed out, leaving my poor husband completely confused!”

Ritika laughed, nodding in agreement. “Same here! And then when we finally did do something, I was so sore the next day that my saasu maa kept asking if I was okay!”

Anvika groaned, covering her face. “Oh my God, stop! I don’t want to hear this! You all are scaring me!”

Niharika smirked. “That’s the whole point, darling. We have to prepare you for the reality. So tell us, Bondita, since you’ve been married the longest, any tips for our dear Anvika?”

My breath hitched for a second, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Tips? From me?

I bit my lower lip, memories of my wedding night flashing before my eyes—not the ones they were expecting, though.

Anirudh’s anger. His cold voice. The way he shut me down before I could even say a word.

We hadn’t done anything. Not even close.

While these women were talking about exhaustion from their wedding night, my exhaustion had come from crying myself to sleep.

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away before anyone noticed my silence. I needed to say something—anything—to avoid suspicion.

So, I plastered a mischievous smile on my lips and leaned forward.

“Alright, listen carefully, Anvika,” I said, my tone dropping as if I were about to reveal some deep, scandalous secret.

All eyes were on me, eager.

I exhaled dramatically. “Make sure you eat well before going to the bedroom. Because once your husband gets his hands on you, there’s no way you’re getting out for at least a couple of hours!”

The table erupted in laughter, Ishaani and Ritika clapping, while Niharika nearly choked on her drink.

“Oh my God, Bondita! I did not expect that from you!” Anvika gasped, her face even redder.

I just laughed along with them, pretending like I had shared a real experience when, in truth, I had no idea what the reality was supposed to be like.

But it didn’t matter.

They were happy, and for tonight, that was enough.

As the laughter around me settled into softer giggles and playful nudges, my phone vibrated in my lap. I glanced down at the screen and nearly choked on my drink.