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Chachi's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts.
"Chalo, aao ab sab, ring dhundhne ki rasam kar le! wallima ke ready bhi honi h" Her attempt to lighten the mood didn't work. It did nothing to take away the weight of responsibility pressing down on me.
I could feel the heat of the room, but my eyes never strayed far from Izel. As she settled down on the sofa beside me, the usual warmth I felt from being near her was now tainted with something stronger something darker.
They didn't know the depth of my intentions for her, the way I'd burn the world to the ground just to keep her safe.
Izel, sitting beside me, sighed dramatically and slapped my arm.
"Yaar, aaj hi rakhna tha kya? Wallima bhi, zalim insaan!" Her playful complaint made me smile despite the seriousness of the situation.
"Zalim insaan hoon?" I whispered softly, leaning in close to her ear. "Abhi tak maine koi zalimgiri nahi dikhayi, begum," I teased, kissing her earlobe. "You'll be begging for mercy in Be..."
Before I could finish, she quickly covered my mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with embarrassment. The whole room shifted their attention back to us, and I couldn't help but smirk.
I slowly licked the palm of her hand, watching as her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, from her ears all the way to her nose. She quickly removed her hand from my mouth, looking thoroughly flustered.
Aww, she's so cute, I thought, feeling an overwhelming urge to pull her closer, to savor her in a way that was both teasing and affectionate.
Mom entered the room with the khandani parat, carefully carrying water and milk, the surface decorated with fresh rose petals. She looked at us both, her eyes warm but carrying a certain weight as she spoke, her voice filled with tradition.
"Suno dono ab," she said, holding up the ring with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, as if she knew this was a defining moment for us.
"Ab yeh ring mein dalungi, iske andar tum dono ko dhundna h, aur jisko yeh mila, uski hukum chalegi zindagi bhar," Mom declared with a ceremonial finality, the words ringing out in the room.
I barely heard her last words, my mind was already somewhere else. I found myself muttering, almost absentmindedly,
"Mein haar gaya."
The moment those words left my mouth, I froze.
Why did I say that out loud?
My thoughts had slipped out before I could stop them. A sudden silence filled the air, and the weight of everyone's gazes crashed onto me.
Everyone turned toward me, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
"Waah, yeh toh abhi joru ka gulam ban ne ko taiyar hai," Dad said, his voice dripping with amusement as he raised an eyebrow at me.
There was a teasing undertone, but I could feel the sharpness in his words. His smile never reached his eyes, as if he were waiting for me to answer for my slip.
Chachu, ever the one to stir the pot, added, "Kya fayda bhai, akhir ring jiske paas bhi aaye, hukum humesha biwi ki chalti hai."
"Jeet paaye toh bhi kya hua? apke time pe, aap jeete the," Chachu teased further, his voice rich with sarcasm. "Par raaz toh bhabhi kar rahi hai apke upar."
I could see the mischievous glint in Chachu's eyes, and my jaw clenched slightly. He was right, in a sense this wasn't just some ring; it felt like it was marking a shift.But that didn't mean I was going to let anyone forget who I was.
"Ab rasam toh rasam hoti hai, filmy style mein yeh toh hone do," Dewan poked his nose in with his usual playful grin, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Mom placed the ring inside the water and instructed us to find it. I knew Izel would find it, I wasn't even trying. My eyes were on her, and in that moment, I didn't care about the game. She looked at me, and I saw the spark of determination in her eyes as she reached into the milk, grabbing my hand and passing me the ring.
Damn... Why is she so good to me? I thought, feeling an overwhelming rush. I couldn't handle her. She was too much, too intense. Her actions each one of them had me completely undone.
I'm going to die from this... I couldn't help but smile inwardly, absolutely loving the moment. I'm fucking loving this.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Dewan cleared his throat, followed by Ayesha's exaggerated
"Cough... cough..."
Both of them were practically bursting with amusement, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, torn between annoyance and amusement.
"Mili kisi ko ring?" Chachi asked, her tone playful, but I could sense the knowing glint in her eyes.
Izel, still flushed from the moment, turned to face her with a cutesy pout, like she was disappointed. But we both knew the truth, and it made me smile like an idiot.
"Irfaz ko," she said, her voice soft but filled with a sweetness that made my heart skip a beat.
The room fell silent for a moment, before everyone burst into laughter, teasing us further. And once again, I found myself lost in her.
Mom walked over to Izel, her voice filled with affection.
"Aww, koi nahi, do rounds aur hain, waha dhund lena," she said, her tone teasing.
"Aww, bhabhi, aise dukhi nahi hote h," Ayesha added, side-hugging Izel in a playful manner.
"Hukum toh tumhari he chalegi," Chachi chimed in, her smile warm but full of knowing.
Why was everyone hugging her? I couldn't help but feel a wave of possessiveness surge through me. I wanted to pick her up, whisk her away to my room, and hide her from everyone so no one else could look at her.
But I couldn't.
Izel was beautiful when she was free, confident, and unrestrained.
She wasn't mine to cage.
I looked at her, my heart swelling with admiration and love, but also with an ache of frustration.
How could I keep her to myself without trapping her in a world that wasn't hers?
Just as the laughter and warmth filled the air, a voice cut through it like a sharp blade.
"Haan haan, hukum toh chala hi rahi hai... kuch logon ki kismat hi aisi hoti hai, bina mehnat ke sab kuch mil jata hai," Bua said, her smile forced, her words dripping with something bitter.
The room fell silent for a moment, the unspoken tension creeping in. Izel, who had been laughing just seconds ago, stiffened slightly, but she quickly masked it with a polite smile. I knew her well enough to see past that.
I clenched my jaw. My grip on the armrest tightened. Bua, if you weren't my elder...
Izel, ever the graceful one, chose not to respond, but I wasn't about to let this go. I leaned back slightly, tilting my head toward Bua, my tone calm but laced with warning.
"Sab kuch mil jana bhi ek kismat hoti hai, aur sab kuch kho dena bhi," I said, my gaze locked onto hers. "Lekin kuch logon ko toh bas chubhne ki aadat hoti hai."
Bua's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she quickly composed herself. She opened her mouth, maybe to counter, but one look at me, and she seemed to rethink it.
Dewan, ever the peacemaker, let out a nervous chuckle.
Ayesha, catching on, looped her arm through Izel's, giving her a comforting squeeze. "Bhabhi, humari taraf se aap already winner ho."
Izel glanced at me, her eyes soft but questioning, as if silently asking me to let it go.
I sighed. Fine. But only because she's asking.
I reached out under the table, my fingers grazing Izel's hand in silent reassurance.
She's mine. And no matter who tries to break her spirit, I won't let them.
Despite everything, Izel remained poised, her focus unwavering as she dove into the next rounds. The room was filled with hushed whispers and the sound of water splashing as everyone watched with bated breath.
And then, it happened.
She won.
Round after round, Izel managed to find the ring with such grace, it was as if she were made for this moment. No tricks, no shortcuts just pure elegance and skill.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. As she laughed softly, the ring shining in her hand, I felt a sense of pride swell inside me.
She's so perfect, I thought, lost in admiration.
The way she moved, the way she held herself, so effortlessly beautiful and so damn strong. My heart was a storm of emotions, but all I could focus on was how lucky I was to have her by my side.
As Izel stood victorious, the ring in her hand, I couldn't stop the rush of emotions flooding through me. The air around us felt electric, and in that instant, nothing else mattered.
I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest, and took the ring she had found our nikkah ring. There was something sacred about this moment, a quiet promise that I wanted to make clear to everyone in the room.
Izel looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes as I gently took her hand and slipped the Nikkah ring onto her finger, the simple act carrying so much meaning.
"I'm the lucky one, you know that, right?" I whispered, my voice low and sincere. Her cheeks flushed under my gaze, but she didn't look away.
"Now it's official," she said quietly, her voice full of warmth, but there was a teasing edge to it that made me grin.
She held my gaze, her eyes soft, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was no teasing, no distractions just the two of us, connected in that quiet, intimate moment.
"I love you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but it felt like the most important thing I'd ever said.
She blinked, the emotions in her eyes evident, and for a fleeting moment, I thought she might say something back. But instead, she just smiled, her lips curving upward in the way that always made my heart race.
"Chalo, aaj ka rasam khatm, wallima ke liye ready ho jao sab!" Mom's voice rang out, her energy making everyone spring into action.
"It's already past 7:30 PM," Chachi said, glancing at the clock on the wall with a hint of concern.
"what am I supposed to do now? I was supposed to go to the parlour!" Ayesha complained, clearly frustrated with the timing.
"Don't worry, I've already called a makeup artist, she'll be here any minute," I said, reassuring everyone, but my eyes couldn't help but drift back to Izel, who was sitting beside me, looking lost in thought.
"Mom..." Izel's voice was soft, but it caught our attention.
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