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Samayra POV

I give myself a last look in the mirror and walk down the stairs.

"Mujhe nahi pta inhone tumhara ghar-Baar dekhe bina ye shadi kaise krli.. Ye toh zaroori hai.. Ladki jaisi bhi ho, chale hai.. par gharvale toh khandani hone chahiye. Aise thoda kisi ki bhi ladki utha k le ayenge. To mene bola chalo dono ki haldi ikathe krvale." Grandma's voice booms out as I walk down the stairs.

(I have no idea how they agreed to this wedding without viewing your household and stuff. This is a necessity. The girl might be.. whatever.. but the family should have a good background. We can't pick up and bring just anyone's daughter in our house. So, I said let's do the ritual together for both of them.)

I clench my fist tight and almost run downstairs going straight beside my dad. He was sitting on the sofa with mom opposite to my mother in law, and father in law along with Grandma. Chetan and Ambar were nowhere to be seen.

Dad looked pretty suffocated with his green vein on forehead popped out and showing up.

"Udhar kahaan ja rahi ho.. Idhar aa kr mere pair chuo.. Kal to kiye the.. Mayke aakar par nikal aaye?" grandma says pointedly looking at my mother as if telling her that she didn't teach me the basic manners.

(Where are you going? Come here and touch my feet. You did it yesterday. You came to your parent's house and got some wings or what?)

I didn't want to start an argument so I took a step further and whispered in dad's ear, "Don't worry, everyone in the house is tired of her..The other's are really nice people." I said and then went to touch her feet. She blessed me as my MIL took me in a comforting hug and FIL in a side hug, giving me their blessing. I just nod in reply with a fake smile and walk out.

Anger coursed through my veins like hot lava and I saw red. I looked around until I found Ambar playing with Danish while Chetan was unloading some boxes of sweets from the car. I couldn't control myself and walked to him.

I put my hand on his shoulder and used force to make him turn around and face him.

And when I say force, I don't mean a 60 kg girl trying to pull. I mean a veterinarian who handles a 600 kg cow with help from one other person kind of force.

That shit ain't easy.

"What the.." he exclaims, holding his shoulder in pain as my hands go to my waist.

"Oh.. Hi.. Thank you for the pill and the lemo.." he starts to speak with a smile which I would have found adorable, if I wasn't so angry.

"Shut up.. Just take your family and get the hell out of here." I say, my hands still on my waist.

"Excuse me?" he says and I realize how wrong that came out.

I take a deep breathe and try to cool my overworking mind.

"Ambar, You know dad just had a major heart surgery and watching Grandma talk to me like that.. and even talk ABOUT me like that.. He's going pale. He seemed uncomfortable about the way she's complaining about my bringing up and how this marriage was a bad idea."

"What did she say?" he said and I shake my head.

"Look, I can tell all that later, but if you don't take her away from my father right now. I will. And you won't like my method. So Please.. Just.. Tell her to stop stressing my father." I say and he nods in understanding.

He looks at Chetan.

"Everything done from our side?" He asks.

"Double checked." He says looking at the bench and ready with all the required things placed infront.

"Just give me 2 minutes and.. Stay here.. Preferably.. I know you hate being ordered so..Pretty Please.." he says and walks inside as Danish looks at me with his adorable eyes.

"Don't grow up, Dan. Adulting sucks." I say with a huff bending down to his height and messing his hair trying to cool myself.

"Ding sucks." He says looking at me with a chesire grin.

"What.. No.. I said Adulting.. Not Ding.." I say and he frowns.

"Oldick sucks.." he says and I facepalm myself.

"Dan.. Please don't say it infront of anybody.. Your mother will kill me.." I say pleading and he nods.

Well, he just agreed to me.. That's new.

"Okay?" I ask confirming if he just agreed.

"Okay.." he says and turns sprinting towards his mother. He was out of my grasp when he screamed.

"Old dick sucks..Mommy.. Sammy Massi says Old dick sucks..." he shouts at the top of his voice and I run after him.

"Danish.. Stop.." I shout after him as my heavy dress edge gets caught in my heel and I stumble in my dress falling down on the green grass.

"Fuck.." I say as I had hoped the fall to be slow enough for me to regain my balance, but it wasn't and my ass was soon on the ground.

"Damn it.." I groan looking at me sitting in the middle of the garden.

"Need a hand.." I hear someone say and look up to see Ambar holding out his hand. I put mine in his and he suddenly pulls me up and closer to him wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You really need to stop spreading rumors about my manhood.." he says and I frown.

"Excuse me?" I say looking at him confused.

"My dad thinks I need Viagra, my brother thinks I need porn, Your nephew just called my dick old.. I really think we need to get the situation clearer.." he says pulling me closer as I feel his manhood pressed against my lower belly.

Shit. He's hard. Like ffuckin painfully hard.

"I.. That.. Dick.. I mean.. Adulting.. That.. Ducks.. I mean Sucks"

"Stop blabbering, Dr. Samayra.. You have tonight all to yourself.. Tomorrow you'll be back in my bedroom and I can't wait to ravish my prey." He says and walks away leaving me shocked and unable to breath as I tried to suck in some air for my lungs.

"Fuck.." I huff in surprise to regain control over, my own body.

"Samayra, I told you to not cuss." Mom says coming next to me.

"What the.. How did you even just appear out of nowhere.. You weren't here a moment ago.. Hold on.. Did you hear anything?" I ask in a complete and utter blabbering mess.

"Stop hyperventilating, Sammy.. Go sit there.." She commands, pointing to the bench set and decorated with marigolds and starts muttering to herself, "These youngsters nowadays, even more unhealthy than us old people..Can't manage anything without panting.. Just give them pizza and keep fruits away.."

She goes away shaking her head as I walk towards the set up we had made for this ceremony.

I sit on one side as Ambar's mom points him next to me. He nods and starts walking to me with a one sided Cheshire cat grin.

And I look at him. Like actually LOOK..

I observe his towering height and his confident walk, his simple yet admirable dressing sense with usual button down collar shirts, jeans that aren't loose or skin-fit and his shoes always of shiny, clean leather. His gun strapping belt hidden just beneath his shirt on the back, a little visible from the side when he raises his hand to run those long fingers through his tousled hair.

He is gorgeous. I'll give him that.

His seductive gaze made him even more appealing.

His sharp nose and beautiful brown eyes, his one sided dimple adorning smile and a perfect pair of lips.

I definitely got lucky.

"Stop staring.. You look like a child looking at candy.." he says and sits next to me. I was about to clear my throat and look away when the confident part of me decided to poke it's head out.

"Oh.. Was I? Because I know for a fact that the child is not the prey to candies.. It's the predator.." I say in a very low voice referring to when he had called me a prey, a while ago.

"Danish.." Ambar says and my nephew comes running to him, while I was confused at the incomplete discussion.

"Hey Maasi, You both look cute together." He says and I was about to bend and pick him up to shower him with kisses, forgetting about the tom and jerry we played a while ago, when he slid away into Ambar's arms.

Such a traitor.. He prefers him over me.

"Danish.. What happens when you eat too many candies?" Ambar asks and I look at him dumbfounded.

I was about to say 'Thank you' to Danish and lure him into my lap for the compliment but Ambar's question made me loose all sense.

"I get toothache because germs will give me cavities.." Danish says in his usual innocent way.

"I think, Candies are bad.. what do you think Danish?" Ambar says with a wink aimed at me.

"No.. Candies are the sweetest. If we eat them right. It's our fault if we eat too much and get cavities.. And you should also brush your teeth before going to bed." He says and Ambar lifts him, seating him in his lap and reaches to kiss him.

"Thank you, Danish." Ambar says and then lets him go.

"See.. Even the kids know that Candies are the predator." Ambar says proudly.

"How?" I say looking at my husband confused as our mothers were walking towards us.

"Because they are irresistible to captivate the prey.." he whispers giving me a one sided smile and a wink, before turning to look straight at my mother.

"Ahhh... How beautiful she looks.. Learn something from your mom, Samayra." Ambar says and gets up to help my mom set the tray she had brought and his mother just shakes her head with a knowing smile.

She knows his elder son is a buttering smartass.

My dad walks up with the rest of his family.

My dad comes and stands next to where Ambar was helping my mom tie some dried grass roots with a red thread to use it for application.

"I might be retired, but I still own a gun. Don't you dare compliment my wife Mr. Singh Jr. That's my copyright." He says and mom shakes her head as the rest of us laugh at his possessiveness.

Ambar holds up both his hands. "Weapons dropped, Sir. All yours." He says, pointing to mom and laughs as my dad takes him in a hug while Mom blushes furiously.

My smile widens by a few inches looking at them getting along.

This is it. For both of us.

We need to share.

Dessert, families and memories..

We are IT for each other. No going back.

The ritual starts as we get seated and everyone applies the turmeric paste to our faces. It is done to give glow to the skin before the wedding.

Grandma applied the paste on both of us, first being the elder in the family.

All four of our parents applied the turmeric on our cheeks, forehead, arms and feet his parents did first for Ambar and mine for me, reversing it later.

Then Sabina came for me and Chetan for Ambar. I watched her handing Danish to my mother and coming towards me.

I could see the shimmering gleam in my sister's eyes and I knew it very well.

It meant only one thing.

REVENGE

She's gonna do exactly what I did on her turmeric ceremony.

"Sab.. Look.. We can settle.." I was about to say as she tries to take a step without appearing threatening and picks up the brush made off grass used for application..

And also the bowl which had the paste of turmeric.

"Noooo.." I almost screamed over the music as the completely filled bowl of turmeric paste came flying towards me.

I reflexively pulled Ambar's sleeve and he wasn't expecting it.

Instead he was trying to escape Chetan's attempt at putting the paste on Ambar's hair.

He was so shocked at my pulling his arm that he fell in my lap with the amount of force I had applied. I reflexively moved backwards to avoid the attack on my face, hair and dress as I fell his weight on my lap. He fell towards my side in my lap and the bowl of paste coming right on his face.

Time slowed down as I try to comprehend what had just happened. He gets up and turns to face me.

The bowl was placed on his head, the turmeric, mustard oil and milk paste flowing down his face between his eyes and a big drop forming on the edge of his neck.

"Hahahahahahha..." I broke out laughing looking at a very shocked Ambar. Chetan and the others joined in laughing as well and I just lay back down on the comfortable seat clutching my stomach and laughing hard.

And then in the very next moment, I felt a pair of hands approach my face as Ambar leans over me.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh....." I shriek as Ambar smothers my face with the paste.
And by smother I mean, he runs his hands all over my face, my eyes, cheeks and lips some of it even entering my mouth, that I was still in the way of closing.

Then I feel someone pick up the bowl and turn it upside down over my face.

I shut my eyes and mouth tightly, stopping my breath to avoid inhaling it as I feel the gooey substance cover my face.

I remain like that for a few seconds, then open one eye to check for safety issues. I remove the paste from my eyes with my hand and open both the eyes looking at Ambar sitting with a devilish grin on his pasty yellow face.

The bowl.. It was Sabina.. She took her revenge.

How naïve both of them.

If they think I'm letting them get over with this..

I try to act all cute as if removing the paste from my face with my hands and just when he didn't expect it, I threw it right on his shirt.

"Nooo.." he said looking at his shirt.

Chetan and Sabina laugh and I pick the bowl which had fallen off Ambar's head and take all the paste in my hand smashing it on Sabina's face and hair.

"It's on.." I say proudly taking a step towards her when I feel someone hold my wrist and pull me.

I smash right down onto Ambar's body, my hands reflexively going around his neck as I feel his hand run from my neck down my shirt smudging all over my chest and stomach with the yellow paste.

I got it made for my haldi and it's dark if any stain remains but I really didn't plan for the shirt to look like this.

"It's a designer dress !!" I exclaim.

"It's a US polo.." he says referring to his shirt.

"How dare you?" I speak as I hear my mom speak in a strict no-nonsense voice.

"Okay.. That's it.. Sabina go in and help her clean up with rose and milk water."

"Ambi.. get up and sit in the car..Chetan take him." Ambar's mom orders.

I turn to give him an angry death glare as Sabina muffles her chuckle.

"I hate you..Traitor.." I whisper to Sabina as we start walking away.

"Akal kyu nahi sikhayi apni chori ko..." Grandma says and before I could turn my head and speak, her own son did.

(Why didn't you teach your daughter, some manners? )

"Apne vale Laad sahab bhi toh saath hi the.. Isko kya nahi sikhaya.." my father-in-law speaks and I meet Ambar's eyes.

(Our dear son was also involved, what did we not teach ?)

He just nods and raises his eyebrows towards my house.

It was like telling me to go inside and for the first time in almost....

Forever?

I felt like doing what's told.

I went inside, cleaned up and changed into my sangeet outfit to get the dj night started. Sabina left me to look at the preparations as I did my make-up.

I hope Grandma got her answer, because I'm not spoiling my mood for the old hag.

I just wish she was a little more sensitive to other's feelings...

But we don't always get what we want..

I thought walking down the stairs as Ambar and out into the lawn with the yellow paste still over his white check shirt opened the door for Grandma to sit in the car.

As if he sensed me, he looks up and our eyes meet.

He mouths a "Sorry", making me confused.

How is he apologizing, today?

I just nod and turn to look at my father sitting on the bench where I was sitting almost 10 minutes ago, clutching his chest with my sister and mother supporting him.

"Dad.." I whisper to myself and run to be on his side.