Manan One Shot : First Night!

"Suhagraat!?"

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Suhagraat means wedding night.

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This is completely written from the female protagonist's point of view❤

Nandini's point of view

"These clothes are so heavy!" I murmured to myself while adjusting myself on this new bed in this new room completely decorated with hundreds of flowers hanging in stripes around me and scented candles placed all around. So I just got married and here I am waiting for my so called husband to just come, lift this veil and let me go and change. I was not even gonna wait for him, but my mom said that in case she gets to know that I got changed before he came and did this "veil lifting ritual" then she would not let me eat pizza. That's so cruel of her. *sighs*. Okay introduction time. Myself Nandini Murthy, a well settled Interior Designer who just got married to Manik Malhotra. Well for his introduction, all I'll say is he is my husband, well scratch that, newly married husband.

I have no idea why do these rituals even exist. I always used to cringe whenever I saw those typical romantic movies because my sister was a romance freak. Being a tomboy by nature, I always had this fascination for action movies, fifty percent self developed and fifty perfect society imposed.

So apparently today is our first night after marriage, which people call "Suhagraat", which if translated in English means lover's night. How much more illogical can it be. I was lost in my own chain of thoughts when I heard the door's cracking sound. The door opens and enters my newly married husband. He latches the door, comes closer to the bed and sits beside me. He raised his hand and nervousness was clearly visible by the shaking of his hands. He comes and lifts the veil and places it behind my head, stares at me for a minute and just hugs me tightly.

I was startled for a second but I gained my senses back instantly and pushed him away and I just replied let me breath and change. I get up and move away from the bed. The moment I get down, I see that he passes an annoyed look to me and just in a swift move pulls me back upon himself. He falls on the bed, I fall on him.
Too cliché isn't it? But that whole thing didn't happen instead only the latter part. I fell in his arms and he held me securely.

I breathed heavily few times thanking God for saving me. I tried to get up again, but he holds me close and says don't move. I stare into his eyes with an angry look and he seems least affected. I raise my hand to push him away, but he holds it as he yanks me closer and holds me tigh and secure around my waist, making me sit on his lap. I just wrap my arms around his neck for support. I wished to shout, "leave me, or I'll make myself a widow on the first night of marriage by killing you" but decided not to. I struggled for two-three times but his hold was stronger, so I stopped protesting realising that it of no use.

He tucks the few strands of hair falling on my face behind my ear and whispers in a husky tone near my ear, "Ready for tonight!?" I looked at him shocked at his statement, and he just winks at me. I feel my cheeks getting warmly painted in crimson red and I look down instantly. He looks at my face and laughs. I punch him in his stomach and get up forcefully. He acts as if he is hurt a lot, but I ignore him and enter into the washroom and got myself changed into a comfortable night dress.

The moment I was about to step out of the washroom, he shouted, "don't you dare step out". I got scared but gaining my composure back I asked why. He said "please!" and for once I did want to listen to him. And then after 5 minutes of impatiently waiting, he himself knocks and I open the door. He enters in a swift, and locks the door. I get startled. He turns me around and blindfolded me.

He lifts me up in his arms as I interlock my hands around his heck, and then moves into the bed room and makes me sit on something comfortable, which I assume to be the bed. Then I hear some shuffling sound and some weight near me, which I assume is him sitting beside me. He shifts closer to me, wraps his hand around my shoulder and whispers softly, "Ready for tonight?". I turn my face towards him. He leans closer and opens my blindfold. I blink to adjust to the light and then our eyes lock. He gently places his thumb below my chin and makes me face the front side.

I turn and gasp loudly. I blink a few times and then embrace him tightly. After hugging him to my heart's content, I simply mouth a thank you to him. He passes a small smile and says "this was a part of your bucket list right? So I had to fulfill it! Am I right Ms. Best friend Murthy or rather Mrs. Best friend Malhotra?" I smile back widely and we turn towards the source of my joy, the entire PS4 gameplay setup. And there started our first night with our favourite games till the dawn arrived. Who said that first night after marriage is only for making love? Instead we made memories. Memories which we would cherish lifetime. Memories where we don't profess love to each other in words, rather we show how much we love each other through our actions. Cause' someone once said, "Actions speak louder than words!", and here we are. Two best friends. Married. And all we share is smiles. Real smiles.

~Let me use me to love myself~

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Lots of love!
~Nisha~