Bro, I was planning to give the dholki a proper vibe, add videos and all, but I’m just too busy with exams to edit. And yeah, you could say I’m lazy too. 😆 

So I’m just sharing the Spotify playlist link with you listen if you feel like it, and save it too if you want. Might come in handy for someone’s wedding! 😜

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HER POV

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As we arrived home, we saw a few workers coming out of the house.

“Bhaisaab, where are you coming from?” Mom asked one of the workers.

“Ma’am, we were instructed to decorate the terrace, and we’re just heading back after completing the work,” the worker explained before leaving.

“Yaar, this guy barely explained anything and just left. How will we find out who ordered it and why?” Ayesha asked, confused.

“woh toh terrace jake bhi pata kr skte h decor dekh ke, chipkali” dewan said.

We all headed up to the terrace and were stunned by the beautiful decorations. As we explored every corner, Ayesha excitedly started explaining different angles and spots for Instagram-worthy pictures.

Just then, Irfaz appeared. “How’s the decor?” he asked.

“It’s dreamy,” Ayesha replied, smiling.

“Well, well, what’s going on, big bro? These days you’re getting into decor and all, huh? Never saw you so involved before,” Dewan teased, adding dramatically, “sahi kehte hein log shaadi ke baad banda badal jata h”

“Shut up,” Irfaz shot back, giving him a sharp look.

“It’s really pretty, thank you,” I said, then added in a teasing whisper, “Mr. Husband,” lipsyncing the words.

He caught on too quickly, and I saw his ears turn red. I couldn’t help but giggle at Irfaz’s reaction. Ayesha caught it too and leaned in to whisper,

“Looks like Mr. Husband is a little shy, huh?”

Before I could respond, Dewan jumped in. “Bro, you good? Your face is matching the decorations so much red everywhere!” he said, winking. Irfaz rolled his eyes, clearly trying to maintain his composure.

“Shut up, Dewan, or I’ll throw you off this beautifully decorated terrace,” he said, half-serious, half-amused.

We all laughed, and Ayesha, ever the opportunist, exclaimed, “Okay, enough teasing! Now, let’s get some pictures while the light is perfect.” She wasted no time pulling out her phone, already setting up for her signature transition shots.

“Wait, wait! I need to do my ‘before and after’ transitions,” Ayesha said, dramatically flipping her hair and posing in front of the camera, looking completely casual but picture-perfect.

We all watched, amused, as she twirled around for her “before” shots “Okay, now the ‘after’ comes later when I’m fully dolled up. But you guys need to get in on this too!”

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After Ayesha was finally done with her photoshoots, we all headed to our rooms to get ready for the evening. The excitement for the dholki was in the air, and the house felt alive with energy.

As I stepped into my room, I barely had time to take in the moment when I heard the door click shut behind me. Before I could react, Irfaz had already wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

“You’re not escaping that easily,” he whispered softly, his breath brushing against my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

I looked up at him, playfully rolling my eyes. “Irfaz, we have to get ready. Everyone’s waiting.”

His eyes softened, but he didn’t let go. “Just a minute,” he murmured, his gaze locking with mine. “You look so beautiful... even before all the dressing up.”

“Aur tum langur,” I replied, playfully, trying to hide the smile creeping up on my face.

He let out a soft laugh, his forehead leaning against mine for a second. “That’s a compliment, right?” he teased, his voice low and amused.

“Of course, the best one,” I shot back, grinning.

“Good to know I’m your favorite langur then,” he said, finally letting me go but not before giving me a look that made my heart flutter.

I gave him a playful shove. “Go on, let me get ready! We’re going to be late for the dholki if you keep distracting me.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, stepping back with a smirk. “But after our kiss session,” he added slyly, and before I could even process what he said, he pulled me into a kiss.

I gasped softly, my protest caught in my throat as his lips met mine, stealing the words right out of me. For a moment, the world around us disappeared, and I found myself melting into the kiss. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, the warmth of his touch sending a familiar shiver down my spine.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath slightly uneven.

“I couldn’t resist,” he whispered with a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I blinked, trying to gather myself.

“You...” I started, but the flutter of butterflies in my stomach cut me off.

“Ready ho jao,” he said, his voice soft but commanding, leaving me in a daze. With one last mischievous grin, he unlocked the door and walked out, leaving me breathless and blushing. I stood there for a moment, heart racing, before finally turning to get ready, the memory of the kiss still lingering on my lips.

Shaking my head with a smile, I took out my dress and headed to the washroom. Before getting dressed, I remembered I hadn’t prayed my Maghrib ki namaz yet. So I took a moment, my mind settling as I prayed. Afterward, I felt calm, and with that peace, I started getting ready.

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As I stood in front of the mirror, trying to match my jewelry, I heard him come in. I glanced at him through the reflection. He leaned casually in front of the dressing table, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched me.

I picked up a few pieces of jewelry, holding them up one by one without actually wearing them, just showing them from a distance.

“Which one looks good?” I asked, genuinely unsure. He didn’t even hesitate.

“That one will look pretty on you,” he said, pointing to a delicate pair of earrings.

I smiled, accepting his choice, but as I began to put them on, I noticed he was still staring at me-his gaze intense, like he was seeing something far more precious than the jewelry.

“Listen, if you keep staring at me like that, I’ll end up with holes in my soul,” I said, half-joking, feeling a little flustered under the weight of his eyes.

He chuckled, but his gaze didn’t waver.

“Can’t help it. You look... mesmerizing.”

I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

A small smile tugged at my lips. “You always say that.”

“That’s because it’s always true,” he replied, his voice low and sincere, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by something deeper.

For a moment, everything else melted away. The sound of chatter and laughter from the house faded, and it was just the two of us in that quiet, intimate space. I felt my heart race slightly as I rested my hands on his chest, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

“Thank you... for the decorations. It was really beautiful,” I said, my voice soft, the weight of the moment settling between us.

His expression softened even more, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Anything for you.”

I smiled, feeling the flutter of emotions that came with moments like these. But before things could get any more intense, I pulled back with a grin.

“Okay, Mr. Husband, we really need to get ready now, otherwise.....” But before I could finish, a knock on the door startled us.

“Bhabhi, ready?” It was Dewan, his voice muffled through the door.

“Almost!” I called back, grabbing my phone and giving myself one last look in the mirror. My heart still raced a little from the moments we shared, but the excitement of the evening was pulling me back to reality.

“Yaar, hurry up! Ayesha’s already started her ‘after’ shots,” he said, half-laughing. “And knowing her, she’ll be at it for hours if we don’t stop her.”

I chuckled at the thought of Ayesha obsessing over her perfect Instagram moments. Dewan stood there, his hands on his hips, a mock-serious expression on his face.

“Finally! I thought I’d have to send a search party.”

I rolled my eyes, stepping out and gesturing for Irfaz to follow.

“You’re lucky we’re both ready to shine. Otherwise, you’d be the one looking for us!”

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As we made our way down the hallway, Dewan turned to Irfaz with a smirk.

“So, how does it feel to be Mr. Husband, huh? Feeling the pressure yet?”

Irfaz shot him a playful glare.

I laughed, We stepped into the main area, and the energy hit us the sound of laughter, music, and the smell of delicious food wafting through the air.

“Alright, let’s make some memories!” Ayesha called out, waving us over as she posed dramatically for another shot.

Just then, we stepped into the main area, and I spotted Sana already mingling with the guests. Her laughter rang out, bright and cheerful, and she was in the midst of a conversation with Ayesha.

“Hey, look who finally decided to join us!” Sana called out, waving us over with a grin.

Ayesha turned and joined in, her eyes sparkling. “You guys took long enough! We’ve been waiting for the star of the evening.”

I laughed, feeling a rush of warmth from their enthusiasm. “Star? You two are the real stars here!”

Sana stepped closer, her outfit shimmering under the lights. “No way! You look stunning. And Irfaz, you clean up nicely too!” she teased, nudging him playfully.

Irfaz chuckled, pretending to be modest. “Just trying to keep up with the competition.”

“ohooooo” everyone teased.

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“Let’s get some pictures before our makeup melts and khane ke baad photos pe hum moti lage!” Ayesha exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the decorated area.

Dewan, ever the photographer, quickly grabbed his phone.

“Alright, everyone, strike a pose! And no cheating with filters until later,” he joked, focusing his camera on us.

Irfaz joined in, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we posed together. Sana stepped in, playfully pushing Ayesha closer to us.

“Come on, we need our fashion queen in the center!”

Ayesha dramatically flipped her hair, stepping into the spotlight.

“Alright, alright, I’m ready for my close-up!”

Dewan snapped several pictures, capturing the laughter and spontaneity of the moment.

“You guys are going to break the internet with these!” he exclaimed, scrolling through the shots to check the angles.

After a few more poses and a lot of laughter, we finally settled down. I glanced around at my friends, feeling a surge of happiness.

“Okay, enough pictures for now. Let’s enjoy the food before it disappears!”

As we made our way toward the food table, I couldn’t help but notice how the atmosphere buzzed with joy and excitement. The night was just getting started, and I was ready to make every moment count.

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We ordered biryani, kebabs (Seekh Kebab, Shami Kebab, Tandoori Chicken, Paneer Tikka, Bihari Kebab, and Dahi Kebab and my most fav chapli kebab), butter chicken, naan, and a few other delights, each dish more tempting than the last. The aroma wafting through the air was intoxicating, and my mouth watered at the thought of digging in.

“Yum! This is going to be epic!” Ayesha said, practically bouncing on her heels. “I can’t wait to get my hands on that biryani!”

I nodded eagerly, “And the kebabs! They’re always my weakness,” I added, eyeing the platter as it was placed on the table.

“Just take the photos but don’t post it now. Let us finish eating first; warna nazar lag gayi toh paath kharab ho jayega humara,” Dewan said, half-joking yet serious in tone.

{REB: Yeh tips tha photos leke thusne ke baad post kro ho sake toh next day heheh}

Ayesha rolled her eyes but nodded. “Fine, fine! I’ll hold off on the posts. But only because I don’t want to ruin this night with bad vibes!”

“Exactly!” Dewan replied, looking satisfied. “We need all the good luck we can get tonight. I mean, look at this feast!”

Sana chimed in, “Let’s enjoy this moment and make sure the only thing that gets ‘likes’ tonight is our food and not our bad luck.”

Dewan lifted his plate as if to toast with it, and we all laughed, raising our plates in mock cheers. “Cheers to good food and great company!” I said, feeling the warmth of friendship surrounding us.

We all settled in our ground sitting area with our plates, the cozy setup perfect for enjoying our feast. The cushions were plush, and the low table was adorned with our delicious spread, making it feel like a mini banquet.

“Isn’t this the best way to eat?” Sana said, leaning back against the cushions with a satisfied smile. “I love how relaxed it feels.”

“Totally!” Ayesha agreed, digging into her biryani. “There’s something special about sitting on the floor. It just makes everything feel more festive!”

Dewan stretched out, grinning. “And it means we can eat as much as we want without worrying about spilling anything. No fancy chairs or table manners here!”

{REB: my personal fav alti palti mar ke dastkhan mein thusna}

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After we were done with our food, Ayesha leaned back against the cushions, her hand on her stomach.

“Bhai, zyada kha liya maine toh!” she exclaimed, a mix of satisfaction and mock horror on her face.

“Mereko koi utha do! Aaj toh khudko bechara samajh raha hoon! Mere se nahi utha ja raha hai, HELP ME!” Dewan cried, dramatically slumping back as if he was about to faint.

“Koi JCB ko bulao devar ji ko uthane ke liye,” I teased.

Ayesha chimed in, “Ya phir ek crane?”

Dewan groaned, rolling his eyes. “Kyun mujhe sab log milke taang kar rahe ho? Mere dukh ki koi kadar nahi hai?”

“Arey, hum tumhe kaha taang rahe hain? Tumhe taangne ke liye crane ki zaroorat hai,” Ayesha chimed.

“Yrr mujhe koi utha do yrr please,” Dewan pleaded for help.

“Jab tere se utha nahi ja raha, toh gale tak khane ke liye kisne bola tha?” Irfaz said, giving him a helping hand to stand up.

“shukriya Bhai” dewan said.

Just as Dewan managed to stand up, still rubbing his belly in mock pain, Ayesha couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.

“Yeh toh hona hi tha. Tum kabhi nahi sudhroge!” she teased, shaking her head.

Irfaz patted Dewan on the back. “Agli baar, soch samajh ke khana. Or lagta hai roz gym jaana padega isko.”

“Gym?” Dewan gasped dramatically. “Bhai, yeh zulm hai! Main apne hisson ki daal roti se kabhi dhoka nahi kar sakta.

Ayesha giggled. “Haan, aur gym mein bas treadmill par khade ho ke sochna kaise overeat kiya tha.”

Dewan frowned in mock indignation. “Yeh tum dono milke meri izzat mitti mein mila rahe ho!”

Irfaz laughed, shaking his head. “Kya karein, Tumhari overacting ka jawaab koi nahi hai.”

Dewan, still holding his stomach, slumped back onto the cushions. “Mujhe yeh zulm bardasht nahi ho raha! Bas, kal se roze start kar raha hoon!”

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As we played some light music and gossiped, Ayesha suddenly asked, “Ab kya karein? Thusne ke baad energy hi down ho gayi hai!”

Just as we were debating our next move, we saw Mom and Chachi quietly sneak into the room.

“Yeh kya dholki hai? Itna pheeka pheeka?” Mom commented, her eyebrows raised.

“Na nach, na gaana, na qawwali! Bilkul rukha sukha,” Chachi added, looking around in mock disappointment.

“Haan, aur yeh sab dekhne ke liye hum itne chup chup ke aaye hain!” Mom chimed in, trying to hide her amusement.

“Arey, dholak waghaira hai ya nahi?” Chachi asked, scanning the room.

“Haan, hai toh, but bajana nahi aata hume,” Ayesha admitted sheepishly.“Arey, hum hain na bajane ke liye!” Mom said with a grin.

“Waise bhi tumhare papa ki toh aaj bhi bajaati hoon!” Chachi added with a mischievous smirk, winking at Mom.

We all burst into laughter at her cheeky remark. Ayesha clutched her stomach, struggling to breathe between giggles.

“Chachi, aap toh kamaal ho!”

Mom playfully swatted at Chachi. “Haan haan, tum toh bas mazak udao. Achha, ab dholki bajao na!” and both she and Chachi wasted no time settling down on the floor with us.

With a playful smile, they grabbed the dholki and started playing, instantly transforming the atmosphere. The dull, post-meal lethargy vanished as the rhythmic beats of the dholki filled the room. Soon enough, everyone was clapping and swaying along, the mood lighter and more festive.

“Ab aaye na asli dholki waale vibes!”

{REB: I’m giving you the link to the songs in the thumbnail, so you all can join their dholki. And yeah, I’ll provide the Spotify link in the comments, so check it out and copy it. Or if you want to scan, I can share my created playlist. Who knows, it might come in handy at someone’s wedding! You can ask for the direct link on my Instagram DM.my DMs are always open for you! Heheh}

I said, feeling the energy lift as Mom and Chachi led the way, their expert hands bringing life to the gathering.

Chitta kukar banayray tey

Chitta kukar banayray tey

Kasni dupattay waliyey munda sadqey tere tey

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Allu matar pakaye hoe ne, Allu matar pakaye hoe ne

Khane ee te khaa sajna Asan pesay laaye hoe ne

Aalu matar pakayay hoe ne, aalu matar pakayay hoe ne

Saday kolon button changay, jehrey seenay naal lae hoe ne

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Mom and Chachi sang, and Ayesha’s inner Indian Idol was awakened.

Taare gin gin yaad ’ch teri

Main taan jaagan raatan nu

Rok na pavan ankhiyan vichonGham diya barsatan nu (x2)

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Soon, we all joined in, standing up and dancing together.

Oh ho ho ho

Oh ho ho hoOh ho ho ho

Oh ho ishq tera tadapave

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“Bahreen barseen khattan gayeya te khatt kay leyandi laachi” sana said.

“tu kab se punjabi boliyan bolne lgi?” i asked confused.

“tu chup kr enjoy kr” Sana shut me down and continued.

“Bahreen barseen khattan gayeya te khatt kay leyandi laachi, Bahreen barseen khattan gayeya te khatt kay leyandi laachi. Rounak tahn laggdi je nachay munday deechaachi, Rounak tahn laggdi je nachay munday deechaachi.”sana said and chachi started dancing.

Catwalk wali baby hai teri chal

Backless suit wich lagdi kamal

O kithey chali jaandi he

Tainu poochna he

Eko hi sawal

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We all started shouting, “Woaahhhhh!”

As the music kept playing, Chachi finally gave in and started dancing more energetically, twirling around in sync with the beat. The whole room was lit up with laughter and cheers as we clapped to the rhythm.

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O dasde kuwari he ya kiside tu naal

Kiu duro duro jaani heJaan katjani he

Enavi nakhre tu karna sodiye

Enavi nakhre tu karna sodiye

Dil mera tere lai dhadke

Ni aaj phir kitthey

Aaj phir kitthey

Chaldi ey

Morni banke morni banke

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“Bhai, kya mast thumke lagaye apne Chachi!” we cheered, and she blushed, hiding her face with her dupatta.

“Mujhe bhi nachna hai!” sana exclaimed, pulling me into the dance floor.

“Main nahi nachungi, mujhe nahi aata,” I protested, but of course, nobody was listening. Sana spun me around, and soon enough, I was trying to keep up with her energetic moves.

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jiski shaadi par jaana usko itna samjhana

na kar shaadi, ye barbadi, phir na pachhtana

Sana danced making me stand there like a prop.

haan mauka hai pagle, shaadi se bachle,

Mom pulled me with herself and sang the following lines

samjha le dil jo ye ko machle

shaadi ke mandap se khud ko tu bhaga

Zor ka jhatka haye zoron se laga, haan laga

shaadi ban gayi umar kaid ki saza, haan saza.

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We danced together. and thak ke we sat down “ab kiski baari?” ayesha asked.

“Mein, mein” dewan said voluntairly. he danced on the song.

Hoti hai. sau mulaquatein, Aage badti hai baatein

Peeche chhod de, Raaste mein hai thehre

Aur bhi kitne chehre, Aaj phir apni aankhein

Unse jod lee...kho jaayega, Lamha yeh kho jaayega

Mudke naa phir aayega, Rahi mein usko raklee

Ho jaayega hoga jo ho jaayega, You know you’re so hot

You’re on fire, 1.2.3.4... Go

Milgaye jo chora chori, Hui masti thodi thodi

Bas pyaar ka naam na lenaI hate luv stories

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We started dancing one by one, our movements flowing seamlessly together as if we were in sync with the rhythm of our song. Each beat echoed the connection we shared, the energy between us electric and alive. As the melody wrapped around us, I felt every glance and smile amplifying the joy of the moment. The world faded away, leaving only the music and our laughter, creating a perfect vibe that matched our spirits.

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“As we collapsed from all the dancing and singing, I groaned, ‘Mere se aur nahi hoga, mujhe aa rahi hai neend ab.’ (I can’t do this anymore; I’m so sleepy now), and everyone agreed, starting to head out. ‘Yeh kya baat hui? Mujhe akela chhod ke sab bhag rahe hain!’ (What is this? Everyone’s leaving and leaving me alone!) I pouted.

‘Mujhe bohot zor se susu aayi hai, bhabhi. Main toh chala!’ (I really need to pee, sis-in-law. I’m going!) Dewan said, holding his nara.

One by one, everyone left until only Irfaz and I were there.

‘Main nahi jaa rahi room pe,’ (I’m not going to the room) I said stubbornly.

‘Kyun, begum?’ (Why, my love?) he asked, crouching down to my level.

‘Mere mein himmat nahi hai aur do kadam chalne ki. Mujhe yahin chhod do, main yahin so rahi hoon,’ (I don’t have the energy to take even two more steps. Just leave me here; I’m sleeping right here) I whined, lying down on the mattress.

‘Koi na, aapka shauhar hai na aapko room tak pohonchane ke liye,’ (Don’t worry, your husband is here to take you to the room) he smirked and, before I could argue, scooped me up bridal style. Carrying me downstairs to the room, he laid me on the bed, gently removed my earrings and maang tikka, then went to the bathroom.

As I started drifting off, he returned with a half-filled bucket. ‘Begum, thodi der baad so jayega,’ (My love, wait a bit before you sleep) he said, making me sit up and setting the bucket under my feet.

‘Kal subah pair dard karega,’ (Your feet will hurt tomorrow morning) he explained and began washing my feet, removing all the dirt from dancing.

Hayee sukoon!

My heart swelled with a sense of peace and safety. His thoughtful gesture was more than just a simple act; it was his way of showing me how much he cared. The warmth of his presence and the gentle rhythm of the moment lulled me into a serene comfort. It was as if all my worries melted away, leaving only the soothing connection between us.

After the mini-pedicure, he grabbed a towel, gently patted my feet dry, and handed me his t-shirt.

‘Change kar lo yahin, main abhi aata hoon,’ (Change here; I’ll be back in a bit) he said, stepping out to throw the water.

I changed into his t-shirt and nothing else, feeling cozy. When he came back, I whispered with my eyes half-closed,

‘Itna kar diya hai toh makeup bhi remove kar do, shauhar ji. Kal coffee treat pakki,’ (You’ve done this much, so please remove my makeup too, dear husband. I’ll treat you to coffee tomorrow) I offered, making him chuckle.

He brought coconut oil and some wipes from the dressing table, carefully removing my eye makeup, then what remained of my lipstick. With a fresh wipe, he cleaned my face and finished up my skincare routine better than I ever do.

‘Done, begum. Now sleep,’ (Done, my love. Now sleep) he whispered, kissing my forehead.

As I snuggled under the blanket, I felt him gently apply lotion to my legs, massaging my feet until I drifted off completely.”

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