Their Married Life

THE PRANK

Manasa POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, draped in a soft white saree paired with a deep red blouse that hugged my arms just right. The scent-filled room was sweet, nostalgic, and nerve-wracking all at once.

It was our wedding night.

The words alone made my heart do somersaults. I had imagined this moment more times than I'd admit, blame the books, the endless romance novels and, well... the smuttier ones too. I could read those with a deadpan face in a crowded room, but living one? Being the heroine of one? That was a whole different storm.

Until now, Dev and I hadn't even kissed. A hug, just one, tentative hug that's all we had shared. And tonight... was the beginning of something entirely new. Beautiful. Intimate. Terrifying.

Just then, the door opened and in waltzed my cousin Renuka, holding a bunch of freshly tied jasmine strands in her hands. She beamed, clearly enjoying herself way too much.

"Dev isn't going to be able to keep a single inch of space between you two tonight, Manu," she said with a teasing grin that made me want to crawl under the covers and disappear.

My cheeks flushed instantly. It was one thing to imagine it all in the safety of my thoughts, and another to hear it said out loud.

"Renuka!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

The entire room erupted into giggles, their joy echoing through the walls while I sat there, where my mind was a swirl of chaos. I could barely hear my own breath over the sound of questions tumbling through me.

Am I really ready to take this step forward? To submit myself, body and soul, to him?

Was the time I spent with him enough? Enough to surrender myself physically, to trust him with me?

Was I truly ready for this kind of closeness, for intimacy which is not just emotional, but physical, raw, and real?

But even with the fear, even with the questions, a quiet part of me whispered

It's Dev.

And somehow... that made all the difference.

Just as the room was buzzing with laughter and teasing, the door creaked open, and everyone instantly went quiet. My mom stepped in, graceful and composed, with that mysterious glint in her eyes she always had when she was up to something.

She walked over and stood in front of me, her gaze soft, lips curled into a knowing smile.
"I hope your friends were helpful," she said with a perfectly timed grin.

I gasped, my eyes widening at the not-so-innocent implication behind her words and right on cue, the entire room burst into laughter. My mother included.

"Aunty, we did our best to educate her," Riddhi said, far too cheerily for someone who was trying to bury me alive in embarrassment.

I groaned and flung a pillow at her, "Badi ayi educate karne... never even kissed before, and acting like love gurus!"

"Haww!" Riddhi's jaw dropped in mock offense, clearly about to clap back until she caught sight of my mother still standing there, arms crossed, brow raised.

Checkmate. I smirked in silent victory.

Mom clapped her hands gently. "Okay, enough lessons now. Take her upstairs. To his room." She winked. Why is she behaving like a teenager? You're supposed to be the dignified mom

My friends were instantly on their feet.

"Chalooo, the time has come!" Varsha chimed, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Why are you all like this?" I muttered, half laughing, half mortified.

"I'll go by myself," I tried one last desperate plea for dignity.

"No, no, no. It's tradition," Renuka said, pulling me gently by the wrist.
"It's a ritual, someone has to escort you," she added, with exaggerated drama.

I looked toward mom, silently hoping for a lifeline.

"Go fast, it's getting late!" she said with a cheeky smile that made me question everything I thought I knew about her calm, no-nonsense persona.

And just like that, I was being swept away by Renuka, Varsha, and Riddhi up the stairs, every step making my heart pound louder. With each giggle behind me and every teasing nudge, I got closer to that room. To him.

Dev POV

To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the century.

There I sat in my room, Oops correction, our room now, which looked nothing like it usually did. The bed was dressed in white sheets with a neat heart shape made of rose petals in the center. The soft glow of candles lit up the room in a way that felt romantic, surreal... and mildly overwhelming. The air conditioner was on full blast, but my skin felt hot like I'd just run a marathon in a wool sweater.

And just when I thought I could get a moment of peace to collect myself, in barged my cousins and friends, like a tornado of bad decisions and worse advice.

"Bro, your childhood fantasies are finally coming true," Shiv grinned wickedly. "Remember Malaika in Munni Badnaam?"

I choked on nothing. "Shiv!" I hissed, wide-eyed.

"He's a certified Malaika paglu," he added proudly, like it was some award I should wear on my chest. The others howled with laughter.

"Dev watched Dabangg four times," Ajith added. "But not for Salman or Sonakshi. Just to watch Malaika sway in that one song."

"Oh, and don't forget those A certified CD days," Shiv joined in, nudging him. "Who used to be the first one to sneak into the room when we played them?"

I groaned and slapped a hand over Ajith's mouth. "You guys are making me sound like a pervert who did nothing but binge adult movies in his teens!"

"You didn't complain when we forced you," Ajith said, freeing his mouth. "In fact, you joined without any force and requests!"

I facepalmed so hard I nearly dented my skull.

"Don't act so embarrassed," one of them said. "Every guy here had those movie nights. We'll be roasting each other at all our weddings, chill!"

Yeah, great. Just the kind of pep talk I needed before what was arguably the most intimate night of my life.

Then, as if the humiliation wasn't enough, Shiv handed me a box with the kind of smug smile that spelled trouble.

"What now?" I asked, eyeing it like it might explode.

"Wedding gift," he said innocently.

I opened it... and froze.

Inside were what must've been two hundred condom packets and god help me, every flavor too. I stared at them, then at my so-called friends, who looked far too proud of themselves.

"You guys need therapy," I said flatly, already planning my revenge.

Before I could launch into a well-earned tirade, Ajith snatched the box and flung it into the air. Condoms rained across the room like confetti. My jaw dropped. My soul left my body.

"All the best, Dev!" they screamed in unison, already halfway out the door.

I lunged, but too late because the door slammed shut and locked from the outside.

"Idiots!" I hissed, banging on the door. "Open up, you Fuckers!"

But they were gone, leaving me in the middle of a flower-petaled bed, a room full of floating rubber condoms, and a brain full of panic. 

Hey people! Here is back to back Update from my side.

I hope you had fun reading it because I had a lot of fun writing Dev's POV today.

Hehe I felt Devu is Cute And soon he is going to be "Manu Pagulu" from "Malaika Pagulu"😉

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