𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"79. The Sangeet Symphony"

"Ghunghat me chupa chehra hai unka,
Yakeen hai chand bhi sharma jayega,
Jab uthegi zulfon ki wo palken zara,
Yakeen hai, mera dil dhadakne bhool jayega"

-Vaidehi
(Fictionflare_)

Ruhanika and Rudraksh settled comfortably on the ornate couch placed on the stage, their fingers intertwined, stealing occasional glances at each other with soft smiles. The ambience was warm and celebratory, the guests were scattered around the hall, chatting, laughing, and savoring delicious food. Slow, soothing music played in the background, setting a pleasant mood, while a few women gracefully danced in a corner, their laughter blending with the rhythm.

Then, cutting through the gentle hum of the gathering, Rishwik stepped confidently into the center of the hall, onto the polished marble floor. With a playful glint in his eyes, he took the mic, ready to grab everyone's attention.

Rishwik: "So, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're enjoying the party."

The guests shouted in agreement, their voices rising in unison, while Rishwik grinned broadly, clearly enjoying the moment.

Rishwik: "Now let's make things more interesting."

Riyanshi stepped onto the stage beside Rishwik and playfully snatched the mic from his hand, flashing a mischievous smile.

Riyanshi: "Main bataungi"
(I'll announce it!)

Rishwik: "Mera maun vrat nahi hai, main bataunga idea mera tha"
(I've not taken a vow of silence. I'll announce it. It was my idea after all!)

Riyanshi: "Ab aap mere sath tere mera karenge, Rishi kishu???"
(Now will you do "yours and mine" with me, Rishi Kishu??)

Riyanshi pouted sadly, and Rishwik instantly melted at the sight, unable to resist her expression.

Rishwik: "Achcha thik hai tum hi bata do."
(Okay fine, go ahead, you tell them.)

Riyanshi grinned but the smile quickly faded as she looked ahead and noticed the entire family glaring at them with crossed arms and raised brows. She nudged Rishwik subtly, who followed her gaze. Realizing they were caught, both exchanged an awkward glance before giving a sheepish smile. Trying to lighten the moment, Rishwik casually wrapped an arm around Riyanshi's waist and pulled her closer.

Riyanshi: "So ab hum sab yaha aayenge aur apna favourite moment bhai aur bhabhi ke sath ka narrate karenge or hum act bhi kar sakte hai."
(So now, each one of us will come up here and share our favorite moment with the bride and groom. And we can act it out too if we want!)

The guests and family members applauded, clearly impressed by the idea. Rudraksh and Ruhanika exchanged smiles, genuinely pleased with it.

Rishwik: "So let's welcome Rabb ji se bhi do din bade, aur yaha sabse purane insaan, hum sab ke cheater, Daduuuu."
(So let's welcome the one who's two days older than God, the oldest person here, and our beloved cheater, Daduuu!)

Everyone burst into laughter, but Karanjeet wasn't letting Rishwik off the hook so easily. With a mock stern glare, he walked to the center where Rishwik was standing. Rishwik, grinning mischievously, tried to back away, but before he could react, Karanjeet playfully smacked him on the bum with his stick. The entire hall erupted in louder laughter as Rishwik rubbed the spot dramatically and pouted, making the moment even funnier.

Rishwik: "Dadu yaar sab log hai yaha, aur meri biwi bhi hai"
(Dadu, everyone's here, including my wife!)

Karanjeet: "Jab teri biwi hone ki baad bhi tu sudhra nahi toh main kyu maarne me piche rahu??"
(When you didn't change even after getting married, why should I hold back from beating you on the spot?)