“Sanyuktaaaaa…!” Ranvijay’s voice echoed from upstairs. She shook her head, a faint smile on her lips, exasperated by her husband’s antics.
It was already mid-morning. Everyone had finished breakfast and gone about their day, but here he was—just waking up. Typical Ranvijay.
Sighing, she climbed the stairs, knowing full well he wouldn’t stop shouting until she reached the room.
“Ranvijay, ek baar awaaz deke insaan rukta bhi hai! Chal ke aane mein thoda waqt toh lagega, na? Have some patience,” she scolded gently as she stepped into the room.
There he was, lounging on the bed in just a towel, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world.
“Mere kapde de,” he said, not bothering to look up. “Har jagah tune apni dukaan kholi hui hai. Ek din tere saare kapde phek dunga main,” he muttered, still focused on his screen.
“Acha?” she said, raising a brow. “Come with me,” she added, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the closet.
“Yeh kya hai?” he asked, frowning at the impeccably organized shelves.
“Saare kapde rakhe toh hue hain,” she said proudly. “I’ve organized them by color.”
“Socks, pants, blazers, trousers, ties, undergarments… sab alag-alag jagah par rakhe hain. Dekho,” she explained, gesturing to the neatly arranged sections.
Ranvijay sighed dramatically. “Main aise nahi rakhta, samjhi? Main set bana ke rakhta hoon.”
“This is much better,” she said, hands on her hips, admiring her handiwork.
“Ab tune yeh sab kiya hai, toh ab set bana kar har subah couch par rakhna bhi teri responsibility hai,” he said, crossing his arms like a stern teacher.
She chuckled, shaking her head, before pulling out his clothes.
As usual, she buttoned his shirt while he stood there smirking, his hands casually wrapping around her waist.
“Hmmm… toh morning mood kaisa hai aapka, ma’am?” he teased, pulling her closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Acha hai,” she replied simply, adjusting his collar.
“Acha? Acha matlab? You’re in the mood or what?” he asked, grinning wider.
She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly where this was headed. “Just get ready fast.”
“Get ready for what?” he asked, still holding her close, his expression innocent but his tone suggestive.
“For work,” she said firmly, lightly slapping his cheek.
“Uff… thappad se dar nahi lagta, madam. Aapke pyaar se lagta hai,” he replied dramatically, earning a small laugh from her.
“Acha suno… be serious,” he said suddenly, his tone changing as he looked at her intently.
“Kya hua?” she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.
“Pehle bolo, sach bataogi na?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering.
“Haan baba! Puchiye. You’re making me more confused,” she replied, her brow furrowed.
Taking a deep breath, he cupped her cheek, his expression deadly serious. “Sanyukta… mood hai kya?” he asked.
Her eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing in exasperation as he burst into laughter.
“Ranvijay!” she groaned, shaking her head, as she started folding the blanket to avoid giving him the satisfaction of a response.
But Ranvijay wasn’t done. He back-hugged her, wrapping her securely in his arms, and planted a loud, exaggerated kiss on her cheek.
“Biwi ji, koi response nahi diya aapne,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“You’re making fun of me,” she pouted, her lips forming an adorable frown.
“Fun? Of course not!” he said, feigning offense as he sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. “Meri itni himmat ki main apni biwi ka mazaak banao? Never. Not possible,” he said solemnly, shaking his head dramatically.
She couldn’t help but giggle, his antics always managing to lighten her mood.
“Ab suno, Sanyuu darling,” he said, his tone playful again. “You have two options.”
“Ya toh, as planned, main tumhe aur Avu ko tumhare ghar drop kar doon abhi,” he began, pausing for effect.
“Ya phir, you come with me to my friend’s engagement bash this evening, and I’ll drop you at your mother's home tomorrow morning.”
"Aapne mujhe engagement ka pehle kyun nahi bataya?" Sanyukta asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at Ranvijay.
“Abhi morning mein dekha na maine invite,” he replied casually, pulling her nose playfully.
“Chalna hai?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded like an obedient child, her pout making him chuckle.
“Fine then, I want you ready by 7 PM. Jo bhi hai—makeup and all—pehle hi kar lena. Main baad mein wait nahi karunga,” he added, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
“Ranvijay! Abhi lag jaati toh?” she huffed when he tossed her onto the bed like a ball. She sat up, glaring at him as he adjusted his shirt in front of the mirror.
“Lagi nahi na? Bas, phir!” he replied nonchalantly, glancing at her reflection with a smirk.
“Koi theme hai kya engagement ka?” she asked, brushing her hair as she stepped off the bed.
“Mujhe nahi pata inn sab ka,” he said while combing his hair.
“Show me the invite,” she insisted, moving toward him.
“Phone mein dekh le,” he said, pointing to the side table.
She grabbed his phone and handed it to him. “Aap khud dekhiye,” she demanded.
He sighed, unlocking his phone and then, without warning, scanning her fingerprint into the lock settings.
“Lo, ab tumhare paas full access hai apne pati ke phone ka,” he teased, handing it back to her.
“Dekh lo, kahin koi aur setting toh nahi hai meri,” he added with a mischievous wink.
“Aur koi setting nahi hai, ye toh mujhe pata hai,” she quipped, scrolling through the invite. “But I do need to block that Satyam for sure,” she muttered, making him chuckle.
“‘Twinning’ ka theme hai,” she said with a frown.
“Haan toh kuch kaale kapde pehen lena. I’ll be wearing black only,” he said, slipping on his shoes.
“Nahi naa… I have this beautiful maroon saree. Aap please maroon wali shirt pehen lena,” she said, pouting adorably.
“Nahi! Main black hi pehnunga,” he declared stubbornly.
“Koi baat nahi,” Sanyukta thought, smiling inwardly. “Kapde toh mujhe hi dene hain, pehnna toh maroon hi padega.”
As she scrolled through his phone, she noticed her contact name saved as "Avu’s Mom." A smile tugged at her lips. "Cute," she thought, handing it back to him.
---
They came downstairs, and Sanyukta served him breakfast while he chatted with Avu, their two-and-a-half-year-old son.
“Daddy! Badi Mumma baby khaa liya!” Avu exclaimed with wide eyes, his expression dead serious.
“Kya? Badi Mumma ne baby kha liya?” Ranvijay repeated, pretending to be horrified, as Avu nodded innocently. He burst out laughing and kissed Avu’s cheek.
“Hmm… You stay away from her then. Kya pata tumhe bhi kha le,” Ranvijay teased, his tone grave, making Avu pout.
“Ranvijay, kyun dara rahe ho usse?” Sanyukta scolded lightly, though she couldn’t hide her smile.
“I’m just concerned for my baby’s safety. Ab iski Badi Mumma baby-eater hai, toh main kya karoon?” he joked, kissing Avu’s forehead and running a hand over the stitch marks there.
Sanyukta took Avu in her arms and sat beside Ranvijay. “Avu, aapko aisa kyun lagta hai ki Badi Mumma ne baby kha liya?” she asked, gently caressing his cheek.
“Arvi Didi ne bola ki Badi Mumma ke tummy mein baby hai,” Avu explained innocently.
Ranvijay’s laughter roared again.
“Haan, ab bata isse biology. Ki baby South waale mouth se andar gaya hai, north waale se nahi,” Ranvijay quipped, winking at Sanyukta.
She glared at him. “Kaisi gandi baatein karte hain aap?” she hissed, slapping his arm and covering Avu’s ears.
“Gandi baat? Yeh toh fact hai!” he retorted. “Tu unhi teachers mein se hai kya jo reproduction wala chapter skip karwa deti hai?”
“Of course not! I believe in sex education. But Avu is just 2.5 years old. Aur aap ye north-south kya kar rahe hain?” she said with a sigh.
“Avu, go see what Badi Dadi is doing,” Sanyukta said, sending him off.
As soon as Avu was out of sight, Ranvijay leaned close, pinching her waist. “Is baar jab tera mood banega, tab tujhe north-south properly samjhaunga,” he whispered with a smirk, making her hiss.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered, standing up.
“Pura bolo—impossibly handsome,” he replied, grinning.
“Of course!” she mocked, rolling her eyes.
Before she could react, he spanked her playfully, making her yelp.
“Kya hua, Sanyukta?” Pushpa Ji asked, entering the room.
“Kuch nahi, Maa,” Sanyukta replied quickly, rubbing her bum discreetly and glaring at Ranvijay, who was barely holding back his laughter.
“Beta, dhyan rakha karo. Dikhao, kahin zyada toh nahi lagi?” Pushpa Ji asked with concern.
“It’s okay, Maa. Main check kar loonga,” Ranvijay said, getting up with an amused smirk.
As soon as Pushpa Ji left, Sanyukta glared at him. “Are you crazy?” her look screamed.
“Mujhse baat mat kariye ab,” she said, pouting as he pulled her into his arms.
“Jayda laga kya?” he whispered, caressing her bum.
“Ranvijay! Hall mein hain hum. Kam se kam jagah toh dekh lijiye,” she hissed, pulling away.
“Room mein chalein, agar sirf jagah ka issue hai,” he teased, grabbing her hand.
“Achha? Toh kal raat room mein hi the, tab toh himmat nahi hui,” she shot back, raising an eyebrow, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Blushing, he grabbed his coat. “Mujhe late ho raha hai,” he muttered, making her laugh.
She followed him downstairs, handing him the car keys he’d forgotten.
“Aap bhool gaye the, sharmane ke chakkar mein,” she teased.
In one swift motion, he caged her between himself and the car, leaning close. “Agar maine yeh mazaak serious le liya, toh rula dunga tujhe,” he whispered, his tone dark and teasing. “You’ll beg for mercy, but I won’t spare you.”
Her breath hitched as he grabbed her chin, took the keys, and stepped back.
“Samjhi, biwi?”
She nodded wordlessly, blushing furiously, and ran inside without a word as he smirked, watching her retreat.
---
In the evening, Sanyukta prepared herself in a beautiful sky-blue saree. Avu had spilled juice on her maroon one, leaving her no choice. Now, the biggest task was to convince Ranvijay to wear the matching blazer she had picked for him.
By the time Ranvijay returned at 7:15 pm, Sanyukta was already sitting with Dadi, dressed elegantly and exuding grace.
Ranvijay froze for a moment, his eyes locked on her. She looked absolutely mesmerizing, her long, straight hair cascading over her back like a silken curtain.
For a brief moment, he was utterly captivated by his wife.
“Ranvijay bache, jaa jaldi change kar le. Sanyukta ne tere kapde rakhe hain bed par,” Dadi said warmly. He nodded, kissed her cheek, and glanced at Sanyukta once more before heading upstairs.
“Closet lock kiya tha na achhe se?” Dadi raised an eyebrow.
“Haan, bilkul,” Sanyukta confirmed with a nod.
“Toh phir doosre kapde milenge hi nahi. Pehenna toh padega,” Dadi replied confidently, making Sanyukta chuckle.
Just then, Ranvijay’s voice echoed from upstairs. “Sanyuktaaaa…”
Dadi gave her a knowing look. “Jaa… bohot sundar lag rahi hai. Dikha thoda apna jaadu,” she said mischievously, making Sanyukta blush.
Sanyukta made her way upstairs, and the moment she stepped into the room, Ranvijay’s irritated gaze met hers.
“Yeh closet kyu locked hai? Aur yeh blue blazer kahan se aa gaya?” he questioned sharply.
“Main laayi hoon Anu ke saath jaake. Pehn lijiye na… twinning ka theme hai. Aur Avu ne meri maroon saree pe juice gira diya,” she explained, her voice soft and persuasive as she gave him her best puppy eyes.
“Twinning and all ki koi zarurat nahi hai. Just give me the keys. Main nahi pehn raha yeh sab,” he declared firmly.
Sanyukta sighed but opened the closet. Ranvijay grabbed a black outfit and emerged from the room as she silently removed her earrings, her disappointment evident.
“Kya hua? Yeh thik toh lag raha hai, na?” he asked, combing his hair.
“Main nahi jaa rahi. Aap chale jaiye,” she replied, her tone restrained.
“Bakwas mat kar yaar, Sanyukta. You know I don’t like this,” he muttered, his irritation growing.
“I don’t want to spoil anyone’s function. I’ll feel like the odd one out. Agar kisi ne theme rakhi hai, toh kuch soch samajh kar hi rakhi hogi. And I don’t want to meet your friends like this,” she said calmly, her words hitting their mark.
Ranvijay sighed in exasperation, removed the black jacket, and begrudgingly picked up the blue one. He slipped it on, catching the triumphant grin spreading across her face. As she adjusted her earrings again, her joy was palpable.
“Zyada smart mat ban, samjhi? Main samajh raha hoon teri chaal,” he muttered, making her burst into laughter.
“Samajhdaar toh mera pati hai hi,” Sanyukta teased, adjusting his tie as he rolled his eyes.
---
On the drive to the venue, Ranvijay’s phone kept buzzing with calls from his impatient friends, much to Sanyukta’s amusement. When they finally arrived, he introduced her to his group—a lively mix of five girls and seven boys, including the couple getting engaged.
They greeted Sanyukta warmly, addressing her by name as though she were already part of the gang. But one person’s behavior irked her—Aakanksha Mathur.
“So, tum toh kehte the you don’t believe in marriages and all, haan? Ab kya hua? I guess tumhare parents ne hi force kiya hoga,” Aakanksha said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Of course, they did!” Ranvijay quipped with a straight face, clearly trying to tease Sanyukta. “Actually, you know, I can’t say no to my Dadi. She’s the one who asked me to get married,” he added, throwing a playful glance at Sanyukta, who narrowed her eyes at him.
“Typical arranged marriage system!” Aakanksha commented with a smirk.
“Very typical!” Ranvijay replied, winking at Sanyukta, who rolled her eyes at his antics.
“Yaar, baatein hi karte rahoge kya? Let’s drink and dance!” one of the boys exclaimed, prompting cheers from the group.
“Actually, my wife doesn’t drink… get her a mocktail,” Ranvijay said to a friend, who nodded.
---
As the evening progressed, Ranvijay joined his friends for shots and soon took to the dance floor, grooving like a carefree college boy. At one point, he came over to Sanyukta, handed her his blazer, and asked, “Dance karegi?”
She shook her head with a smile, standing beside Ayesha, one of his friends’ pregnant wives.
“Okayyy… enjoy your husband’s dance, then,” he teased, winking, before diving back into the crowd.
But Sanyukta’s smile faltered when she noticed Aakanksha dancing far too closely with Ranvijay.
Ayesha’s voice broke her focus. “Sanyukta, can you please bring me a glass of water?” she asked, gesturing toward the waiter.
“Of course! You just sit here,” Sanyukta replied kindly.
When she returned, her heart sank. Aakanksha, clearly drunk, was clinging to Ranvijay, attempting a couple’s dance. Irritated, Ranvijay quickly asked a friend to escort her away.
---
After the dance session, the couple exchanged rings, and the group erupted in cheers. But just as the celebratory mood peaked, Aakanksha’s slurred voice cut through the laughter.
“You know what, guys? Ranvijay is the best kisser,” she announced loudly, her gaze landing on him.
The room seemed to freeze. Sanyukta stared at Ranvijay, stunned and hurt. Without waiting for an explanation, she turned and walked out.
“Sanyuktaaaa… listen!” Ranvijay called, but she ignored him, her tears blurring her vision.
Ranvijay cursed under his breath, glaring at Aakanksha. “And you know what? You’re the best bitch,” he snapped before rushing after his wife.
---
He found her outside, tears streaming down her face. “Best kisser?” she hissed when he caught her arm, wrenching it free from his grasp.
“Sanyukta, I didn’t do anything! I don’t know why she said that. Even if it’s true, it’s an 8-year-old story! I dated that witch once,” he explained desperately, trying to wipe her tears.
“But you did! And today too—‘typical marriage, forced’—that’s what you said, right? And now, some random girl tells me that my husband is a ‘best kisser’?” she shot back, her voice shaking with anger.
“I was just teasing you, yaar. You know me. And I told you before—I dated a few girls during college!” Ranvijay argued, his tone softening as he stepped closer.
Sanyukta tried to push him away again, but this time he held her firmly. His eyes warned her not to test his patience.
“I want to go home,” she muttered through her sobs.
Ranvijay sighed, pressing his forehead to hers. “Do you really not trust me? Jab main keh raha hoon ki woh purani baat hai, toh kyun ro rahi ho itna?” he asked gently.
Sanyukta glared at him, still fuming.
“Fine! Sorry, meri galti. Mujhe kya pata tha ki ek din meri shaadi hogi aur meri biwi ko hurt kar degi meri college dating. Ab theek hai? Feeling better now?” he added, holding his ears playfully.
“No, I’m not feeling better!” she snapped. “Kal jab maine kuch kaha, you got angry. And now she’s saying you’re the ‘best kisser’—and you think I should be okay?”
Ranvijay groaned internally, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He looked away momentarily, attempting to gather himself, but the emotions swirling within him proved too overwhelming.
In a Swift motion, he stepped closer , gently yet firmly pushing her against the wall . Without a second thought he captured her lips with his own , kissing her passionately, pouring every ounce of frustration, desperation and care into the moment.
This is the last chapter before the Break and I will see you guys after a month that is on 10th of January now.....
Stay happy, keep smiling..... Lots of love and hugs to you all ..... 🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😘😘
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