Sanyukta stood in front of the mirror, buttoning Ranvijay’s shirt with practiced ease. The soft glow of the morning sun spilled into the room, casting a warm light over the couple. Her fingers moved deftly, but her eyes held a spark of excitement.
“Maine bataya tha na, baking classes join ki hai... Aaj mera first day hai,” she said, her tone casual yet laced with pride.
Ranvijay’s lips curved into a smirk as he looked at her. “Sikh le... Phir teri ek bakery khulva dunga mere office ke paas. Aati rehna mere paas,” he teased, his voice playful, making her chuckle softly.
“Nahi... Main apni teaching se hi khush hoon. Bakery chalne nahi denge aap... Pura time pareshan karte rahenge,” she quipped, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she stepped back to admire her work on his shirt.
“Pareshan hone lagi ho tum... Sahi hai,” he said, pretending to look serious. His sudden change in tone made her glance at him in confusion.
“Mazaak tha... Aap serious kyun ho rahe ho?” she asked, her voice soft, a hint of concern creeping in.
He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as if pondering. “Kabhi kabhi mazaak mein dil ki baat nikal jaati hai. And I have heard this a number of times from you now ,” he said, his expression feigning disappointment.
Sanyukta shook her head immediately, trying to clarify, “Nahi, aisa nahi hai na...”
“It’s okay, Sanyukta... I understand. Maybe I should introspect a little,” he continued, his dramatic tone intact.
“Kasam se, aisa kuch bhi nahi hai... Infact, mujhe accha lagta hai jab aap aas-paas hote ho. I was just trying to pull your leg,” she said earnestly, cupping his cheek as a smile tugged at her lips.
"You don’t have to clarify this much... You have the freedom to express your views and put forward your opinion. It’s your fundamental right as a human," Ranvijay said, his tone laced with mock seriousness.
Sanyukta narrowed her eyes at him, her voice rising slightly in protest. "Aap aisi baatein kyun kar rahe ho? Main nahi bolungi aage se aisa kuch bhi... Pata nahi kya ho raha hai... Kuch dino se aap sab ulta hi samajh rahe ho," she said, tension clearly visible in her eyes.
Ranvijay couldn’t hold back his laughter seeing her flustered expression. Before she could say anything more, he leaned in and planted a loud kiss on her cheek, making her frown in annoyance.
"I was also pulling your leg, biwi, but with some additional skills, you know," he teased, pinching her nose playfully.
Sanyukta slapped his chest lightly, her cheeks tinged with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "Aap bhi na!" she muttered, shaking her head, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her fondness.
“Jaayiye aap… Main nahi baat karungi ab aapse… Aap sach mein hi pareshan karte ho,” Sanyukta huffed, crossing her arms. Her voice softened as she added, “Mujhe pata hai, kitni tension ho jaati hai… Mujhe dar lagta hai aapke hurt ho jaane se.”
Her eyes glistened as she continued, her voice trembling slightly, “You are very difficult to approach once you are angry or hurt. Phir mujhe kuch achha nahi lagta, and I just feel like crying when you stay aloof.”
Ranvijay’s expression softened as her words sank in. He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Seriously, biwi… Main toh family ka sabse easy-going banda hoon. Tum pehli ho jo mujhe yeh bol rahi ho,” he said, a teasing edge to his tone.
Before she could retort, he settled himself on the bed and gently pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “Aur batao, aur kya dar lagta hai mujhe lekar?” he asked, his voice warm and playful, while his touch offered comfort and reassurance.
"Because I am your wife , things are different with Me," Sanyukta began, her voice steady yet laced with emotion. "Aapka family mein kisi aur se jagda hota hai, you get back to normal on your own. But mere saath aisa nahi hai…"
Ranvijay watched her intently as she continued, her words spilling out like a long-held confession. "Whatever your mood is, you behave sweetly with kids, Dadi , Maa, Bhabhi, Ranveer Bhai… But is it the same with me?"
She paused, gathering her thoughts, then added, "A person has different behaviors in different settings. You behave differently in the office, with family, with relatives, in your social circle. And then you are a completely different person inside this room. I deal with the original version of you, behind these closed doors."
Ranvijay raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as Sanyukta went on, her voice now carrying a mix of affection and frustration. "I know the good Ranvijay—the one who is humorous, funny, caring, and loving. But I also know the bad Ranvijay—the one who loses his temper easily, who can be harsh, moody, and gets irritated over small things."
Her words made Ranvijay lean back slightly, an amused expression crossing his face. "Interesting… I never thought of it that way," he admitted, his tone thoughtful as he pondered over her perspective.
Sanyukta gave him a look, part exasperation and part fondness. "Now you know," she said softly, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
"Do I need some modifications in the original version, according to your feedback biwi ?" Ranvijay asked, his tone light, as he leaned closer. His question made Sanyukta smile before she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"Thoda sa kam gussa," she replied with a playful yet sincere tone. "And if there’s something that bothers you about me, then tell me directly. We can talk it out and clear the misunderstanding. Aap gussa ho jaate ho, and you get irritated with me really quick. Phir you start behaving distant," she explained, her voice soft but firm.
Ranvijay widened his eyes dramatically. "Yaar Sanyukta... Main toh bohot ganda aadmi sound kar raha hoon tere muh se," he exclaimed, his mock indignation making her laugh.
"Mujhe laga tha tu mujhe 'Best Husband' category mein nominate karegi, but yahan toh poori list ready hai mere drawbacks ki," he sighed, resting his forehead on her shoulder with a theatrical pout.
Sanyukta burst out laughing, wrapping her arms around his head. She hugged him close, resting his head against her chest, and kissed his hair softly. "Bohot acche hain aap," she whispered, her voice filled with love, before pecking his nose with a giggle.
"Nahi, ab mujhe acha nahi lag raha... Let’s do one thing—Avu mere paas rahega, tu apni Maa ke paas chali jaa," Ranvijay suggested with a teasing smirk, making Sanyukta narrow her eyes at him.
"Reh lenge aap mere bina?" she asked, raising a challenging eyebrow.
"Aadat ho hi jaayegi," he replied with a casual shrug, his tone playful yet provoking.
Sanyukta huffed, crossing her arms. "Main nahi jaungi kahin… Not in this lifetime. Rehna padega mere saath hi," she declared firmly, making him chuckle.
"Reh le, par ek condition hai—delete my drawbacks list. Sirf achhi baatein yaad rakh meri, aur woh bhi din mein do baar repeat karna," he said, his mischievous grin widening as she burst into laughter.
"Chal, aisa karte hain—mahine mein ek din mujhe bata diya kar, kya cheez buri hai. Itna self-reflection theek hai," Ranvijay suggested, raising his brows in mock negotiation. "Baaki ke din bas meri achhi baatein count karna."
Sanyukta shook her head, her smile refusing to leave her face. "You’re impossible," she muttered, leaning forward to squeeze his cheeks playfully. Ranvijay grinned, the twinkle in his eyes making her laugh even harder.
"Acha... But agar aapne kuch bura kiya toh how will I correct you?" Sanyukta asked, her brows raised, curiosity evident in her tone.
"There are positive ways of criticism," Ranvijay began, his expression as serious as he could manage. "Jab main gussa hoon, tab tumhe bolna chahiye—‘Ranvijay, anger doesn’t suit your handsome face. Give me that charming smile of yours that makes you look like a hero.’”
As he finished, Sanyukta’s head rolled back in uncontrollable laughter, her stomach hurting from laughing so hard. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she clutched her sides.
"Ufff, Ranvijayyyy! Kuch nahi ho sakta aapka," she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug, still giggling. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her with a fond smile.
Without warning, he scooped her up effortlessly and tossed her onto the mattress. She bounced a little, her laughter turning into squeals of delight.
Sanyukta lay there, catching her breath, while Ranvijay stood in front of the vanity, casually combing his hair, a smug grin on his face. She giggled, watching him through half-lidded eyes. "Hero toh aap waise bhi lagte ho, but kabhi kabhi thoda zyada overconfidence aa jaata hai," she teased, making him glance at her with a playful smirk.
"Acha suniye... Vo parcel ka kuch use karna hai ki nahi?" Sanyukta teased, still sprawled among the pillows, her voice playful.
Ranvijay smirked, spraying his perfume. "Kal raat ko Khumbkaran ki tarah so gayi, use karne ka time aaya tab... Bach le jitna bachna hai... The moment I get a chance, I will make you scream," he said, his tone dripping with mischief and a hidden warning.
"You can’t blame me in this matter. Maine toh bohot pehle hi kaha tha... If you remember," Sanyukta shot back, her eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief.
He turned toward her, arching a brow. "You were talking about my different versions... How about we take a look at your versions, Sanyukta jiii?"
She narrowed her eyes at him as he continued, smirking. "Sanskaari bahu ka ashleel version bhi sirf mujhe hi pata hai," he quipped, making her gasp and promptly throw a pillow at him.
"Aapse toh kam hi ashleel hoon main! Aur bacho ko kal afternoon mein bedroom mein dekh ke jo mood sadd gaya tha na... Mujhe bohot achche se pata hai," she retorted, crossing her arms with a triumphant smirk.
"Asa kuch bhi nahi tha... Samjhi na," Ranvijay was quick to defend himself, his tone firm yet playful. "Mujhe kuch karna hota toh main kar hi leta," he added, earning a knowing look from Sanyukta.
"I know you better, husband jiii," Sanyukta teased, her voice dripping with mischief.
"No, you don’t," he shot back, narrowing his eyes at her. "Pata hota toh abhi tak yaha nahi hoti aap, Sanyukta jiii."
Before she could respond, Ranvijay grabbed her legs and rolled her onto the bed with a swift motion, making her land on her stomach.
"Ranvijay!" she gasped, but before she could process what was happening, he smacked her bum lightly, eliciting a loud, exaggerated cry from her.
"Bas, ab sab theek ho gaya," he said with a smirk, while Sanyukta turned her head to glare at him, her cheeks flushed, half from surprise and half from embarrassment. "Aapka problem solve ho gaya?" she asked sarcastically, her voice muffled by the pillows.
"Completely," he replied smugly, earning himself a playful kick as she rolled over and threw a cushion at him.
"Ranvijayyyy..." Sanyukta tried turning around, but he held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding.
"Ahhh..." Another hiss escaped her mouth as he spanked her again, making her body tense slightly from the unexpected sharpness of it.
She buried her face in the pillow, her hands clutching it tightly to muffle her screams, her body stiffening as he delivered a few more playful but firm spanks.
After a moment, he finally released her, stepping back, allowing her the space to settle. She curled into the bed, her back to him, not turning around. A silence filled the room, and he noticed her stiff posture, the tension in the air.
His playful demeanor faltered for a moment, and a flicker of concern crossed his face. "Sanyukta?" he asked softly, his voice suddenly more serious, reaching for her shoulder. "Kya hua? Tum thik ho?"
She remained silent, her body still tense under the covers, making him hesitate before gently coaxing her, "Come on, don't be mad. You know it was just for fun."
"Was it a bit over?" he whispered, lying beside her, his fingers gently caressing her bum, noticing her hesitation. She shook her head softly, but he could sense her discomfort.
"Toh phir kya hua?" he asked gently, cupping her face and turning her toward him, pulling her into his arms.
"I kind of liked it, but mujhe acha nahi lag raha ye soch ke..." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, not meeting his eyes. His chuckle echoed softly in the quiet room.
"There is nothing to feel bad about it," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "Sabki alag sexual fantasies hoti hain... You never know until you’re open to exploring them." He leaned down, pecking her lips tenderly.
"Tell me, aur kya acha lagta hai?" he asked, balancing his head on his palm, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
Sanyukta blushed, burying her face in his chest out of shyness. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
"I am waiting, biwi..." he murmured, his hand caressing her back gently.
"Sab acha lagta hai, jo bhi aap karte ho..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she snuggled deeper into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
"Is there something you want me to do apart from what we have done so far?" he asked, his voice low, filled with quiet curiosity.
"Pata nahi..." she muttered, her cheeks flushing slightly, causing him to chuckle softly.
"Aur kaise pata lagega?" he asked, his eyes glinting with playful mischief as he turned toward her, waiting for her response.
"Aap pata kar lijiye... I am not stopping you from anything..." she whispered, her face turning a deep shade of red at the mere thought of their conversation.
"Anything?" he asked, his hand gently caressing her cheek, his touch tender and intimate. She nodded, her eyes shutting tightly as she couldn't bear the intensity of his gaze.
"You will make me insane someday... I swear," he muttered, his breath warm against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive area.
Just as his lips were about to find hers, his phone rang, breaking the moment. He cursed under his breath, reluctantly pulling away from her.
He picked up the phone, seeing Satyam’s name on the screen, while Sanyukta remained nestled in his arms, her ear close to his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.
"I'm getting late now, I need to leave..." Ranvijay said, getting up from the bed and extending his hand to her. She eagerly took it, letting him help her up.
They made their way downstairs, where Sanyukta served him breakfast. As he finished, he bid goodbye to Dadi, Avu, Maa, and her with a loving smile.
Sanyukta gave Avu a bath, her heart full of warmth as she gently washed him. He giggled and splashed the water around, his little hands waving in the air. She fed him breakfast, her heart melting at how he smiled after every bite, then began to prepare for her bakery classes.
"Maa, agar koi problem ho toh mujhe call kar dijiyega," Sanyukta said to Pushpa ji, her voice filled with care. Pushpa ji nodded in reassurance.
"Bye, Avu. Be a good boy and listen to Dadi and Badi Dadi. Mumma will be back soon, okay?" Sanyukta kissed her little boy’s soft head, making him look up at her with those big, round eyes.
"I’m good boy," Avu said in the cutest voice possible, puffing out his chest proudly. His innocence radiated, and Sanyukta couldn’t help but smile at his sweet, pure heart.
With a final kiss, Sanyukta left for her baking classes, her heart light with love for her son.
Meanwhile, Avu settled on the couch to watch cartoons. His tiny hands grasped the remote control, flipping through channels as his little eyes grew wide with curiosity. Indira ji sat beside him, watching his every move, while Pushpa ji was busy instructing the helpers to clean the hall.
This was the first time Avu was alone with Pushpa ji and Indira Devi, and he was starting to feel a little bored. His small pout appeared as he looked up at Indira ji, making her chuckle at his cuteness. He was so expressive, every tiny emotion written all over his face.
"Baiii Dadiii, I wan my carrr..." he said, his voice full of sweet demand. His big, puppy dog eyes and pout were enough to melt anyone’s heart. Indira ji smiled warmly at him, her love for him growing with each passing moment.
"Beta, mei toh upar nahi jaa sakti... Dadi ko bolo, vo laa degi," Indira ji suggested kindly. Avu nodded eagerly, his little legs moving quickly as he made his way toward the kitchen, his footsteps light and quick, like a little butterfly.
Pushpa ji, busy with the helpers, scolded one of them for almost touching the electric point with wet hands. The scolding sound startled Avu, and his tiny feet quickly scampered back to the hall where he sat beside Indira ji once more.
"Baiii Dadiiii... King ka storyyy suna doo..." he said, his voice small and pleading, making Indira ji smile tenderly. His little head found its way into her lap, his innocent eyes upturned to look at her.
Indira Devi chuckled softly and began to tell him a story, her hand gently patting his head. As she spoke, Avu’s eyelids grew heavy, his tiny body relaxing more and more. His breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep, curled up in the comfort of Dadi’s lap.
"Avu so gaya..." Pushpa ji wondered aloud, walking into the hall and seeing the little one sound asleep in Indira ji's lap.
"Let me take him to my room... ache se so jayega," Pushpa ji said softly, lifting him carefully in her arms. She laid him down in the room downstairs, keeping the gate open and lights on so that he wouldn't be scared if he woke up alone.
Later, Aarvi returned from school, full of energy and excitement. She gently nudged Avu awake, her voice filled with joy. Avu stretched and yawned, his tiny hands rubbing his sleepy eyes. When he saw Aarvi, a huge smile lit up his face, his eyes sparkling like little stars.
Together, they played and giggled, their voices filling the air with joy. Pushpa ji, ever attentive, prepared pasta for them, making sure Aarvi was changed into fresh clothes. Once the food was ready, she called them to the dining table.
As Pushpa ji turned to the kitchen to grab milkshakes, the sound of a plate crashing to the ground echoed through the room. Avu, still learning to eat on his own, had accidentally knocked his plate over. The pasta spilled everywhere—on the floor, on his shirt, even a little on his face.
Aarvi quickly stood up, trying to help him, but the mess was too big. Pushpa ji, hearing the sound, rushed out of the kitchen in a hurry.
Avu, frightened by the noise, immediately held his little ears, his face scrunching up in worry. "Sryyyy Dadiiiiii..." he muttered in a soft, trembling voice, his big eyes welling up with tears. He had never been scolded by Pushpa ji, but he was scared it might happen now.
Pushpa ji’s heart softened instantly as she saw the fear in his eyes. "Avuuu, mere bache... lagi toh nahi na?" she asked gently, pulling him into her arms. She felt his little hands wrap around her neck, his tiny sobs almost breaking her heart.
"It’s okay, bachaa... don’t cry. Mera ladla beta hai Avu toh," she whispered, her voice warm and soothing, making his tears fade away.
Avu sniffled, still clinging to her, but as she wiped his tears and kissed his soft cheeks, he slowly started to calm down. Pushpa ji changed him into fresh clothes and fed him with her own hands, her love enveloping him as she told him funny stories that made him giggle between bites.
"You’re my little champ," she said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Avu, now with a bright smile on his face, nodded happily, his little heart completely at ease again.
In that moment, the room was filled with the sound of his innocent laughter, and Pushpa ji felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that he was back to his playful self now .
When Sanyukta returned from her baking classes, she was greeted by a sight that brought a smile to her face. She stood in the doorway for a moment, watching with amusement as Avu ran around Pushpa ji, his tiny legs moving quickly as he giggled uncontrollably.
It was a sight she hadn’t seen before. Avu had always been attached to her, and although Pushpa ji had always been loving and caring toward him, this was different. His excitement and energy as he played with his Dadi filled the room with warmth.
The bond between them was special, and Sanyukta could see it growing stronger every day.
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