ढल रही पिघल रही ये रात धीरे-धीरे
बढ़ रही है प्यार की बात धीरे-धीरे
चूड़ियाँ गुनगुना के क्या कहे सजना
रात की रात जगाऊँ मुझे हक़ है
चाँद पूनम का चुराऊँ मुझे हक़ है
कल सुबह तुझसे मैं दूर चला जाऊँगा
एक पल को भी तुझे भूल नहीं पाऊँगा
ये चेहरा ये मुस्कान आँखों में भर के
मैं तेरी याद में तड़पूँ मुझे हक़ है

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A/N- Today, I came across a post in which one of my reader who was speaking negatively about us behind our back saying that after gaining recognition, I have become rude and that my stories feel like a boring TV serial. And I know you are reading it girl!!

To everyone reading this, if you have any issues with my stories or with me, please address them directly. It truly hurts to hear this from a random hate page, where my one old reader is saying all these things. If you find my writing boring, I genuinely want to know your feedback. But please, don't defame me or make unnecessary accusations.

It's not that I can't handle criticism, but I can't take public humiliation, and you did exactly that. It's so simple, If you don't like my story, you are always free to stop reading. There are many stories I don't personally enjoy, so I simply move on rather than speaking ill about the author with others. There has to be a limit, right?

As for those calling me rude or claiming that I don't support new authors, please understand that I too was once a new writer. I have reached this point through hard work, dedication, and countless sleepless nights. This isn't arrogance it's confidence in the effort I have put in.

Some say I am overhyped but what can I do if readers enjoy my work? If my lovely readers appreciate my stories, I can't tell them to stop reading or recommending them. They do it out of their own respect and love for my writing.

To whoever has been spreading negativity if you dislike my stories, you are free to stop reading. I have never criticized any author, engaged in controversies, or spoken ill of anyone so they had no reason to defame me so they me tag of being RUDE and OVERHYPED Just because people love my book.

Spreading hate about any writer is unfair. Please grow up at least show the maturity I had when I was in the sixth grade.

And then there are some people who hate me for no reason just because my followers are increasing and my story is becoming popular, something that is not my fault. They are praying for my downfall.

But tell me, who hasn't faced a downfall in life? Today, everyone loves TD UP, but once it ends, a new story will come, and whether readers like it or not will be entirely up to them. This is not called a downfall, it's just the natural course of things.

I have complete faith in my loyal readers, but even if a downfall comes, I will work hard again just like I have over the past year to reach where I am today.

You can pray for my downfall, but I don't care about it because I have grown up reading this-

बढ़कर विपत्तियों पर छा जा,
मेरे किशोर! मेरे ताजा!
जीवन का रस छन जाने दे,
तन को पत्थर बन जाने दे।
तू स्वयं तेज भयकारी है,
क्या कर सकती चिनगारी है?

Enough of my bakar bakar let's move to my serial oops story 💀

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The first step they took as husband and wife was towards the punditji, bowing their heads in reverence. The priest blessed them, murmuring soft prayers for their happiness and togetherness. They then turned towards their families-the people who had been their pillars of strength, their guiding lights.

Ritika and Arav first approached Harsh and Tara.

Ritika lowered herself gracefully, touching Tara's feet, and Arav followed suit. Tara's eyes shone with unshed tears as she cupped Ritika's face, pressing a soft, motherly kiss on her forehead.

"Sadaa suhagan raho," she whispered, her voice laced with love and emotion. She turned to Arav and did the same, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. "Hamesha khush raho, dono."

Ritika and Arav then turned to Harsh, who stood tall, trying his best to mask his overwhelming emotions. But as soon as Ritika and Arav bent down to touch his feet, he blinked rapidly, his jaw tightening to keep his feelings in check.

He exhaled deeply and placed his hand on Ritika's head, patting it gently.

"Hamesha haste rehna, beta," he said, his voice gruff yet filled with warmth. "Aur tum," he looked at Arav, "hamesha iska saath nibhaana. Yeh ab sirf meri beti nahi, tumhari bhi zimmedaari hai."

Arav nodded, understanding the depth of Harsh's words. "Jaan se bhi zyada," he promised.

Next, they approached Piyush and Ishika-Arav's parents.

As Ritika bent forward to touch their feet, Ishika stopped her midway, pulling her into a warm embrace.

One by one, they then moved towards the other elders, touching their feet and receiving heartfelt blessings. The love, the wishes, the affectionate smiles-each one made Ritika feel like she was stepping into a home that was already hers.

Just as she turned, she saw Shashwat, Akash, and Darsh stepping forward.

Confused, she frowned as they bent slightly towards her and Arav's feet.

"Arre!" Ritika gasped, stepping back in shock. "Yeh kya kar rahe ho?"

Darsh smirked. "Arre kya hai, Bhabhi? Aap maan jao, ab aap aunty ho rahi ho... toh hume aashirwad lena padega!"

Before he could complete his teasing, Ritika smacked the back of his head. "Darsh!!" she scolded.

Naman, standing nearby, chuckled. "Beta, yeh toh ritual hai. Devar hain teeno, toh pair toh chhoona padega!"

Ritika rolled her eyes but smiled, finally allowing them to complete the ritual, their playful banter adding lightness to the heavy emotions of the moment.

But then, her gaze landed on Vihaan, who was standing at a distance, smiling but making no move to come forward.

She raised an eyebrow. "Aur tu? Wahan kyun khada hai?"

Vihaan's eyes widened slightly. "Main?"

"Haan tu!" Ritika crossed her arms. "Tu devar nahi hai kya?"

Shashwat chuckled, stepping forward and grabbing Vihaan by the arm. "Bola tha na chalne ko? Ab yahan kyun ruk gaya? Chal, aage aa. Bhabhi ka hukum hai."

Vihaan hesitated for a moment, his emotions flickering on his face. It was a simple gesture, a playful moment, but for him, it meant so much more. He stepped forward, his heart feeling unexpectedly full as he, too, bent down with the others.

"Garbhvati bhav," Ritika joked as soon as they touched their feet, making everyone burst into laughter.

The laughter was still lingering in the air when Reyansh stepped forward.

He hesitated for a split second before following the ritual, lowering himself to touch their feet as per tradition.

But before he could rise, Arav placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

Reyansh looked up, only to be pulled into a one-armed hug.

"Chalo, you all should eat something first. Baaki ki rituals baad mein," Kirti announced, clapping her hands together as she looked around at everyone. The wedding had been an emotional rollercoaster, and she knew everyone needed a breather before the next set of rituals.

Ritika, who was still holding onto Arav's hand, suddenly gasped as something clicked in her mind. She turned sharply towards her sisters, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Vaise, joote ka kya hua?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "Kisse mile?"

Before her sisters could say anything, Akash smirked, stepping forward with a victorious expression.

"Hame mile, Bhabhi." He grinned. "Aur kisse milenge?"

Ritika's jaw dropped, and she immediately spun towards her sisters. Siya, Divya, and the rest of the girls stood there, looking sheepish. Siya, however, was outright glaring at Shashwat, who was avoiding her gaze altogether.

"Tum log na!!" Ritika huffed, crossing her arms. "Naak kata ke rakh dete ho!"

"Tu jaa ke shoes nikal laa," Akash said, nudging Shashwat. "Ab koi cheenega nahi."

Shashwat stepped out of the dimly lit storeroom, shoes in his hands. The moment he turned, his steps came to a sudden halt as his eyes landed on Siya standing right in front of him.

Her expression was unreadable, but before he could even open his mouth to question her presence, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him along with her.

"Mishti... what's-" he started, his brows knitting in confusion. But before he could complete his sentence, his back hit something hard.

His eyes widened as he realized where he was.

The pillar.

The same pillar where, not long ago, he had challenged her.

A shiver ran down his spine as he processed the situation. His heart pounded against his ribs as he looked at her, her face inches away from his, her grip firm on his wrist.

"Tum... tum kya kar rahi ho?" he finally managed to ask, shock evident in his tone.

Siya, however, was unfazed. Her gaze remained sharp, focused. Instead of answering him directly, she lifted her chin slightly and whispered, "Hamare peeche dekhiye... Kabir aa raha hai?"

Shashwat's confusion deepened. His brows furrowed, and instinctively, he glanced over her shoulder.

"Haan..." he murmured, still unsure why she was asking.

"Idhar dekh raha hai?" she questioned again, her voice laced with urgency.

Shashwat's eyes flickered back to her, his frown deepening. "Haan, par-"

Before he could complete his sentence, Siya's hands moved in a swift motion.

She took the edge of her dupatta and in one fluid movement, lifted it over both their heads, covering them in its soft fabric. The world outside momentarily disappeared, leaving only the two of them cocooned in the dim golden hue of her cloth.

Shashwat barely had time to react when he felt her rise on her toes, and in the next second-

Her lips pressed against his.

His body froze. His breath hitched in his throat.

Outside their little cocoon, Kabir's eyes widened.Without another glance, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Shashwat barely had time to react before she pressed forward, molding her lips against his with an urgency that made his breath stutter.

His grip on the shoes tightened, his fingers instinctively flexing as a surge of heat coursed through him.

Siya wasn't hesitant anymore.

Her fingers, small yet demanding, fisted the fabric of his kurta, pulling him closer, her lips moving against his with a slow, deliberate hunger that sent a shiver down his spine.

She was leading-dominant, unrelenting, merciless-and he?

He was gladly letting her.

A muffled gasp escaped from somewhere deep in his throat as her teeth caught his lower lip, biting down just enough to make him jolt. His eyes fluttered shut, his mind swimming as she sucked on the abused flesh, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin before she deepened the kiss.

His free hand moved instinctively, his fingers splaying over her lower back, just above her waist, pulling her against him with a force that made her chest collide against his. The warmth of her body, the press of her curves against his frame, sent a maddening rush through his veins.

The shoes in his other hand? Still clutched tightly, his wrist pressed against the small of her back, trapping her against him.

Her lips moved with a rhythm that was both urgent and intoxicating, sucking on his lower lip before she tilted her head, brushing her tongue against his mouth, demanding entry.

And he gave in.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he parted his lips, allowing her tongue to slip inside, tasting him, exploring him. His fingers curled against her waist, pulling her even closer as he kissed her back, matching her intensity, letting her take what she wanted.

Her nails scraped against his nape, sending a shudder down his spine as her tongue tangled with his, coaxing, tasting, owning.

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her lips moving against his with a passion so raw it burned. She sucked on his tongue, pulling him further into the abyss, making his grip on her tighten.

As Siya pulled away with a breathless smirk, Shashwat didn't let her get far.

In a swift, commanding motion, he grabbed her wrist, spinning her around, and before she could react, her back was pressed against the wall.

His amber eyes burned with something primal, something raw, something she had just unleashed within him.

Siya gasped softly, her brown eyes widening, but before she could utter a single word-his gaze dropped to her lips.

Wet. Swollen. Tempting.

And he lost control.

With a sharp inhale, he crashed his lips against hers again, his grip tightening around her wrist as he trapped her between himself and the wall.

His lips claimed hers over and over, sucking on her bottom lip, then her top, his tongue flicking out to tease before he sealed his mouth fully over hers, suckling both her lips at once, drawing out a shudder from deep within her.

His fingers found her bare waist, his touch scorching against her soft skin. He traced slow, teasing circles, letting his thumb dip just slightly under the waistband of her lehenga before he dragged it back up.

His tongue swept inside again, slow, teasing, tasting. His lips captured hers over and over, sucking, biting, licking, until she was panting into his mouth, gripping onto him as if she would fall apart.

It took every ounce of control in him not to drop the shoes, not to wrap both arms around her, not to claim her fully.

His feet shifted, stepping closer, his body pressing flush against hers, their warmth melting together. His foot brushed against hers, slowly, teasingly.

Then, he dragged it upward, his toes caressing hers, tracing the delicate arch of her foot before gliding up her calf.

Siya's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his kurta.

His foot went higher, brushing against her ankle, her calf, sending a wave of sensation up her spine.

His tongue pushed in deeper this time, tangling with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. He sucked on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth, teasing her with soft, wet flicks before releasing it just to claim her lips again.

Siya moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers now clutching the back of his neck, pulling him closer, pressing herself against him like she wanted to disappear into him.

Shashwat groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating between them, making her shiver.

His fingers sank into her bare waist, his grip firm but teasing as his thumb brushed slow circles over her skin, moving dangerously close to the waistband of her lehenga.

He dropped the shoes.

Finally.

His now-free hand cupped the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss even further, his lips hot, desperate, devouring. His thumb brushed against her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to take everything he gave her.

Siya gasped as his hands moved lower, fingers skimming over the curve of her hip, before gripping her thigh, pulling her even closer.

And when he finally pulled back, panting, his lips were wet, swollen, reddened from the kiss.

So were hers.

His amber eyes blazed with heat as he gazed down at her, his thumb brushing over her cheeks, as he kissed her forehead.

"Challenge completed..." she whispered, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Shashwat pulled back slightly, his brows furrowing as the words registered in his mind.

His eyes widened in realization.

"Shit!" He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I forgot that Kabir was there... Siya, tum pagal ho!! I never wanted you to do this... agar usne jaake Harsh uncle ko ya Tara aunty ko bata diya toh? And usee bhi kaisa lag raha hoga, it's not right thing to do with someone." His voice was laced with concern. "And this was just about the shoes!"

Siya, completely unfazed, crossed her arms and tilted her head. " I already told him that I love you, and he understood me. Wo kisi ko nahi kahega."

Shashwat narrowed his eyes at her. "Ohh... toh this was planned? Aur usne kuch kaha nahi?"

She smiled. "Nahi, bas he was upset, hame usse pehle hi bata dena chahiye tha.. but I told him about challange and usse lekar aaye." She said and he shook his head.

"I am feeling bad for him." He muttered and she slapped her forehead

"Haa thik hai, jaa ke haan kar dete hain rishte ke liye " siya said, infriguated.

"Arre nahi nahi.. I was just.. I hope he finds someone else." He explained himself, holding her hand.

"Jo bhi ho, challenge complete kiya na? Vapas kariye." She extended her hands towards him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he shook his head in amusement. He bent down, picked up the shoes, and placed them in her hands.

"Whatever my Mishti says." His voice was soft, filled with affection.

Siya beamed, clutching the shoes close to her chest. With an excited grin, she spun around and ran outside, shouting

"Joote mil gaye!"

But before he could relish the moment longer, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made him turn.

The groom's side was glaring at him.

Not just any glare-the betrayed, unforgiving, 'you-traitor-you-sold-us-out' kind of glare.

And leading the charge was Akash, who was already marching toward him with a look that promised trouble.

"Sale gaddar! Dhokhebaaz! Aashiq ki aulaad!" Akash accused, his voice dripping with betrayal.

Shashwat blinked in innocence. "Arre, usne cheen liya, maine nahi diya!" He defended, hands raised as if that would shield him from the furious best man.

Akash narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "Haan, wo dikh raha hai," he said sarcastically before stepping closer and suddenly grabbing Shashwat's chin.

Before Shashwat could react, Akash swiped a handkerchief over his lips.

Shashwat froze. His stomach dropped.

Akash pulled the cloth back, his eyes dropping to it. A very