"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles.
"Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again...
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"Mumma, aapke bete bahut pareshan karte hain mujhe. Aap inko bhi apne saath le jaiye." Shivya complained with theatrical innocence as she slipped her arms around Apurva in a goodbye hug.
(Mumma, your son troubles me so much. You should take him with you.)
What was supposed to be a quick visit had quietly stretched into almost a week, all because Shivya had refused to let Apurva leave after merely hours.
Truth be told, none of them had minded. Shaurya had extended his stay without a second thought, while Nilesh had done so with the quiet dignity that defined him.
He never admitted that he wished to remain beside his wife all the time; in fact, he behaved as though staying back had been nothing more than a practical decision. Yet not once did he suggest returning before Apurva herself declared it was time to leave.
Shivya almost smiled to herself.
And this man still insisted he wasn't in love with his wife.
Un-fucking-believable.
If denial were measured as a virtue, her father-in-law would have surpassed everyone in the family, including Shivya herself, by an embarrassing margin.
"Vedant," Apurva said, turning towards her son with an expression that attempted sternness but failed miserably. "Kyun pareshan karte ho bahu ko? Yahi sikhaya humne tumhe?"
(Vedant, why do you trouble your wife? Is this what I taught you?)
Vedant accepted the accusation with admirable composure, not even bothering to defend himself.
"Agli baar se nahi karenge." His answer came with such effortless obedience that it almost sounded convincing, a small bloom of satisfaction unfurled inside Shivya's chest.
(I won't do it again.)
Watching the formidable Vedant Singh Raizada receive a scolding from his mother because of her complaint was a strangely delightful victory, one she intended to treasure for at least the next few days.
"Khayal rakhna dono ek dusre ka," Apurva murmured before making her way towards the car.
(Both of you take care of each other.)
Nilesh was already holding the rear door open for her. He waited until she had settled comfortably beside Shaurya before quietly closing it and walking around to the passenger seat.
"Byee!" Shaurya leaned halfway out of the window, waving enthusiastically. "Aap dono meri yaad mein rona mat. Main jaldi aaunga."
(Bye! Don't cry because you'll miss me. I'll be back soon.)
