The golden sunlight streamed through the curtains, filling the room with a soft glow. Sahil slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the new day. As soon as his vision cleared, he was met with the most beautiful sight ever.

Mokshi stood near the dressing table, her back facing him, gently combing her long, silky hair. Her red saree flowed behind her, and the soft jingling of her bangles filled the silent room. The cut of her blouse revealed the delicate curves of her bare back, making Sahil’s lips curl into a mischievous smirk.

“Kya baat hai, ek din ki dulhan aur itni khoobsurat? Yeh toh cheating hai!” he muttered to himself before an idea struck him.

Silently, he got out of bed and tiptoed towards her. Before Mokshi could sense anything, Sahil wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck.

“Ahh! Sahil!” Mokshi gasped, momentarily startled. But the smile that crept onto her lips betrayed her.

Sahil smirked, his warm breath tickling her skin. “Good morning, Mrs. Sahil Sharma!” he whispered huskily, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

Mokshi rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop blushing. “Good morning, Mr. Sharma! Ab chhodo mujhe, mujhe neeche jaana hai.”

Sahil groaned dramatically, tightening his hold. “Ek raat bhi nahi hui aur tum mujhse bhaag rahi ho!”

Mokshi giggled, “Bhaag nahi rahi, pati dev, post-wedding rituals ke liye neeche bulaya hai.”

Sahil nuzzled closer, “Ek chhota sa ritual toh yahan bhi ho sakta hai.” He grazed his lips along her jawline, making her shiver.

Mokshi turned in his arms and flicked his forehead. “Badmash! Subah-subah romance ka mood hai?”

Sahil smirked. “Dulhan ho tum meri, pura haq banta hai!”

Mokshi narrowed her eyes playfully. “Haan? Toh ab neeche nahi aaye toh maa ji ko bula loon?”

Sahil immediately straightened. “Aye nahi! Pyaar se bulao, dhamki mat do!”

Mokshi crossed her arms. “Toh neeche chalo!”

Sahil pouted, “Ek shart pe—neeche sirf tab chalunga jab tum apne haathon se mujhe nashta khilao gi!”

Mokshi smirked, “Aur agar na khilaya toh?”

Sahil grinned, pulling her close again, “Toh phir mujhe yahan aur waqt bitana padega… aur yeh chhoti si chhoti si baat hai.”

Mokshi gasped, pushing him away. “Tum na… bilkul besharam ho gaye ho shaadi ke baad!”

Sahil chuckled. “Aur tum bilkul pyaari!”

Blushing, Mokshi picked up a cushion from the bed and threw it at him. “Bas! Bohot ho gaya! Neeche chalo warna…”

Sahil caught the cushion and sighed dramatically. “Bas, bas… aa raha hoon! Par ek baat batau…”

Mokshi raised an eyebrow. “Kya?”

Sahil smirked, pulling her close one last time. “Agar main har subah aise hi uthta hoon rahu… toh zindagi aur bhi khoobsurat ho jaayegi!”

Mokshi blushed deep red and pushed him away before running out of the room. Sahil shook his head, smiling before following her downstairs, ready to face the fun and chaos waiting for them.

As Mokshi stepped down the stairs, adjusting her pallu gracefully, her eyes widened at the sight before her.

Her entire gang was sitting on the sofas, munching away on snacks, their laughter echoing through the hall. But what truly boiled her blood was Rushi, happily devouring a bar of chocolate—the very chocolate Mokshi had been craving since last night!

Mokshi's eyes flared. “CHHODD MERI CHOCOLATE, HAPSI!”

Rushi, unfazed, licked her fingers and smirked. “Layi toh main hi thi!”

Mokshi folded her arms. “Mere liye layi thi, khud thoos rahi hai!”

Rushi grinned. “Paise toh mere gaye the!”

Yug, sitting cross-legged while munching on a samosa, shook his head dramatically. “Bas, pehle hi din apne saare rang dikha diye sasural walon ko!”

Mokshi turned to him, smirking devilishly. “Tu chup hi reh! Vidai pe jo tu roya tha na, uski video abhi bhi mere paas hai… bole toh viral kar dun?”

Yug’s eyes widened. “Abe nahi! Duniya mujhe mard samajhti hai!”

Mokshi gasped, placing a hand on her heart. “Are are, sambhal ke, Yug ji! Muh band kar lo, nahi toh samose ki jagah makkhi muh mein na ghus jaye!”

The entire group burst into laughter, while Yug glared at her.

Krish nudged Sahil. “Bhai, bas ek raat hui hai, bhabhi ne pehli fursat mein hi haath dikhane shuru kar diye!”

Sahil sighed dramatically. “Haan yaar, kal tak pyaari thi… ab dekh, ek dum jhansi ki rani!”

Mokshi rolled her eyes. “Tumhare jaisa pati mile toh Jhansi ki Rani banna padta hai!

Just as the laughter settled, the elders called Mokshi and Sahil for the Angoothi Rasam. A large bowl filled with milk and rose petals was placed before them.

Rushi, smirking, held up a gold ring and waved it. “Okay, mere pyaare pati-patni! Yeh ring iss bowl mein girne wali hai, aur jo isse zyada baar dhoondh lega, samjho uski chalne wali hai zindagi bhar!”

Sahil cracked his knuckles. “Easy peasy!”

Mokshi raised an eyebrow. “Dekhte hain kaun jeetta hai!”

Krish leaned over to Sahil. “Bhai, jeetna zaroori hai! Nahi toh zindagi bhar Maatey ki jai karni padegi!”

Sahil grinned, “Tu tension mat le!”

Rushi dropped the ring into the bowl, swirling the liquid with her hand, making it hard to see where the ring was. “Ready… set… GO!”

Round 1

Both Sahil and Mokshi dipped their hands into the bowl, searching through the milk and petals. Sahil’s fingers touched something hard and round—the ring! He pulled it out, smirking.

“Aur lo bhai, pehla round toh maine jeet liya!” he said, winking at Mokshi.

Krish fist-bumped him. “Bhai, aaj jeet gaye toh future safe hai!”

Mokshi pouted, “Abhi do aur rounds baaki hai! Jeetne wale baad mein baatein banana!”

Round 2

This time, Mokshi focused intensely. She placed a hand on Sahil’s thigh under the table, slowly running her fingers over it.

Sahil froze, his brain short-circuiting.

“Arre bhai, dhoondhne pe dhyan de!” Yug said.

Sahil gulped, glaring at Mokshi. “Tum cheating kar rahi ho!”

Mokshi smirked seductively, blinking her eyes innocently. “Main? Maine toh kuch nahi kiya!”

Sahil fumbled in the milk while Mokshi swiftly grabbed the ring and pulled it out.

She raised it in the air. “TADAA!”

Rushi clapped. “Aree mokshi ji ne jeet liya!”

Krish side-eyed Sahil. “Bhai, kuch zyada hi dhyan bhatak gaya lagta hai!”

Sahil gritted his teeth. “Nahi! Next round main jeetunga!”

Final Round

Mokshi was ready. As soon as the ring was dropped, she leaned forward, placing her hand delicately on Sahil’s chest and trailing her fingers lightly.

Sahil coughed. “Abe kya ho raha hai yaar?”

Krish and Yug exchanged glances. “Yeh toh kuch alag hi level ka tactics chal raha hai!”

Sahil was completely distracted, and before he could react, Mokshi pulled out the ring and waved it triumphantly.

“HA! Final round bhi maine jeet liya!” she cheered.

The girls erupted in cheers, while Krish held his head in his hands. “Lut gaye, barbaad ho gaye! Bhai ki gulami officially shuru ho gayi!”

Yug pretended to wipe fake tears. “Ek aur mard gir gaya ek aurat ke haathon!”

Sahil sighed dramatically, looking at Mokshi, who was beaming victoriously. “Mujhe pehle hi samajh jaana chahiye tha ki tum aur tumhari chaturayi se koi jeet nahi sakta!”

Mokshi smirked, placing the ring on her finger. “Bas accept kar lo, Mr. Sharma ki aaj ke baad yeh zindagi meri hai!”

Sahil groaned, pulling her closer. “Agar meri zindagi tum ho, toh yeh haar bhi manzoor hai!”

The gang pretended to gag at the cheesiness, while Mokshi and Sahil shared a knowing smile, sealing their victory with laughter and love.

As the laughter from the Angoothi Rasam settled, Sahil’s mother smiled warmly and turned to Mokshi.

“Beta, ab tumhari pehli rasoi ka waqt aa gaya hai!” she announced.

Before Mokshi could respond, Rushi gasped dramatically and pulled out her phone. “Hello, Fire Brigade? Ek emergency hai! Agar Mokshi kitchen mein gayi toh pura ghar jalne wala hai!”

The entire hall roared with laughter, while Mokshi folded her arms. “Very funny!” she grumbled.

Sahil smirked, shaking his head. “Mujhe lag raha hai, shaadi ke pehle hi din food poisoning ka shikaar hona padega!”

Krish added, “Bhai, agar tu bacha raha toh tujhe bravery award dena chahiye!”

Yug wiped fake tears. “Mokshi ke haath ka khana… aaj tak jo log zinda hai unko yaad karke ro rahe hain!”

Mokshi huffed, glaring at them. “Bas! Ab mujhe koi nahi rok sakta! Main ja rahi hoon!”

She turned on her heels and stormed towards the kitchen, her bangles jingling

As soon as Mokshi entered the kitchen, Rushi followed her, hovering like a vulture.

“Kya banana hai bhabhi ji? Zehar?” she smirked.

Mokshi narrowed her eyes. “Gajar ka halwa!”

Rushi gasped, placing a hand on her chest. “Itna bada risk? Matlab ghar sirf jalega nahi, phatega bhi?!”

Mokshi picked up a spoon and pointed it at her. “Nikal yaha se warna isse maarungi!”

Rushi raised her hands. “Arey arey, bas! Achi biwi wali vibes lo!”

Mokshi rolled her eyes and got to work, ignoring Rushi’s constant commentary—

“Oye zyada cheeni mat daal, kahin halwa diabetes ka dhamaka na ban jaaye!”

“Arre doodh gira diya? Bhagwan ka shukar hai main kitchen insurance leke nahi aayi!”

“Abhi bhi waqt hai, Zomato se order kar le!”

After a lot of struggles, threats, and insults, Mokshi finally finished the halwa. She poured it into a bowl and took a deep breath. “Ho gaya! Ab chal dekhte hain kaun kya bolta hai!”

Rushi clapped sarcastically. “Agar log bache toh bolenge!”

Mokshi walked back to the hall with the bowl of halwa in her hands. She placed it on the table and stood in front of Sahil, holding a spoonful of the dessert.

“Taste it!” she said confidently.

The room went silent for a moment before everyone burst into laughter.

Yug whispered, “Bhai, abhi bhi bhaag sakta hai!”

Krish shook his head. “Nahi! Yeh last chance hai, warna hospital se direct antim sanskar ke liye jaana padega!”

Sahil pretended to tremble, clutching his stomach. “Agar main mar gaya, toh mera shaheed status confirm samajhna!”

Mokshi glared at them. “Zyada nautanki mat karo! Taste kar lo!”

Sahil took the spoon, hesitated for dramatic effect, then slowly put it in his mouth. The room held its breath.

His eyes widened.

Mokshi leaned forward eagerly. “Kaisa laga?”

Sahil chewed slowly, then dramatically clutched his throat. “M-m-mujhse saans nahi li ja rahi! Yeh kya tha?!”

Mokshi’s face fell into panic until Sahil burst out laughing.

“Pagal! Mazaak kar raha hoon! Yeh toh mast bana hai!” he said, taking another bite.

The family cheered, and soon everyone tasted it—and much to their shock, it was actually delicious!

Rushi gasped. “Yeh toh sach mein acha bana hai?! Kaise ho sakta hai? Bhagwan ji, kya yeh koi chamatkaar hai?!”

Sahil smirked. “Mujhe toh lagta hai, yeh kisi aur se banwaya hoga!”

Mokshi folded her arms. “Tum sab jealous ho! Ab chhup chaap khao!”

As the teasing continued, Sahil  stepped forward with a small gift-wrapped box.

“Yeh lo, tumhari pehli rasoi ka gift!” he said, handing it to Mokshi.

Mokshi’s eyes twinkled. “Thank you ! Main kholun?”

Before she could, Sahil snatched it from her hands. “Nahi, abhi nahi! Baad mein!”

Mokshi frowned. “Kyun?! Mujhe abhi dekhna hai!”

Sahil smirked. “Suspense, Mrs. Sharma! Aaj raat dekho!”

Rushi wiggled her eyebrows. “Aree haan, shayad honeymoon tickets ho? Ya phir ek chhota sa surprise?”

Yug chuckled. “Isne pakks ne koi shaitaani gift diya hoga! ”

Krish smirked at Mokshi. “Bass bhabhi, raat ka intezaar karna padega!”

Mokshi pouted, crossing her arms. “Tum sab milke mujhe pareshan kar rahe ho!”

Sahil leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Bas thoda sa patience, jaaneman. Raat mein pata chal jayega!”

And just like that, her heart skipped a beat.

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