Heart's Desire

Getting back forever.

Your entire universe will stop the moment you see your soulmate coming toward you in a wedding attire after 14 long years of waiting. You can't take your eyes off her. In your state of awe, you'll not only make her but also everyone around you feel a bit uncomfortable as they watch you.

"Bhaiya... close your mouth, or it'll become a permanent home for insects," Rudy teased as he stood beside Shivaay, who was frozen in place near the marriage register. They were doing a simple registry marriage in a garden with only close friends and relatives present.

"Shut up, Rudra," Shivaay responded, quickly closing his mouth. Om stood nearby, smiling at his brother's obvious happiness.

"Hey..." Anika sighed heavily as she reached Shivaay, feeling unusually nervous for reasons she couldn't understand.

"Hey, beautiful," Shivaay exclaimed, mesmerized by her in a red silk saree, wearing small jhumkas.

"How can you look so stunning in every outfit?" Shivaay whispered in her ear. Anika playfully hit his chest and then greeted Om and Rudy.

"Thanks for coming, OmRu. It means a lot to me," Anika said warmly.

"How could we miss Bhaiya's... suicide—I mean wedding, Bhabhi?" Rudy smirked. Anika froze for a second at the word "Bhabhi," staring at him without blinking.

"What happened? Did I say something wrong?" Rudy asked, and she shook her head no.

"It's just... the word 'Bhabhi' stuck in my mind," Anika admitted. Shivaay rubbed her arms supportively.

"Bhabhi, why are you looking so nervous?" Om asked with a wide smile.

"Thinking about my early morning lectures... wardrobe management, waking up early..." Anika sighed in disbelief.

"That's a point, Bhabhi. You still have time to reconsider," Rudy said in mock seriousness, causing Shivaay to widen his eyes in shock.

"This ring feels heavy on my finger... You're right, Rudy, maybe I should rethink this decision," Anika teased, making Shivaay quickly push her toward the register, handing her the pen.

"We'll discuss that later. For now, just sign," Shivaay said with a hint of panic in his voice. The trio chuckled at his reaction.

Tears welled up in a pair of eyes as someone watched Anika smile and blush. A hand reached out and handed him a handkerchief.

"Thank you," Ansh muttered, taking it gratefully.

"You're the first son to cry at his mother's wedding like her parents. Relax... they're going to stay with you," Nisha teased upon seeing his tears.

"Happy tears," was all Ansh could manage, his eyes fixed on his mom's smile.

"At least put these on to hide it," Nisha said, handing him a pair of sunglasses. He wiped his tears and put on the shades.

"Dude, can I ask you something?" Nisha asked. He nodded.

"Most people marry first, then have kids. But in your case, everything's upside down... What if..." Nisha hesitated, but Ansh understood.

"I'd be the happiest person in the world if they gave me a sibling," Ansh said, surprising everyone.

"What?" Nisha gasped.

"You'd look more like their uncle than their brother," Nisha quipped, and Ansh playfully smacked her head for the comment.

"Ansh, Nisha, come here!" Shivaay called them over. They walked up to him.