Prem Vivah

• Jaanu Meri Jaan •

"Teri shadi ho gayi hai behen, ab toh sameer ke saath flirt karna band kar," Naina told her vexatiously.

"Shadi ho gayi hai toh kya? Dil me jagah humesha open rakhne ki handsome ladko ke liye." Radhika gave a naughty grin to her best friend, and Aditya slapped his forehead.

"Iska kuch nahi ho sakta." Sonali exhaled deeply.

• Naina's and Sameer's and Aryan's families stood aligned on the stage for the photographs, and Shivika was held lovingly by her Mami, and Parisha by Sameer. Shivyan didn't like being carried by anyone, hence he stood against his parents, reflecting a bright smile to the photographer, and Nishikant and Prashant reluctantly grinned to look happy. They all looked similar to a blockbuster Bollywood cast team with royalty screaming through their outfits, and their smiles became contagious. Tripti was feeling bored while faking her buoyancy in the photos, and annoyance can be seen explicitly on her face. She unwillingly beamed at the young boy who asked her to give a good-looking pose, and Aryan narrowed his eyes at his sister's dramatic nature.

All the pictures were getting clicked and recorded on different cameras and in the last. The squad of twelve people stood enthusiastically on the stage, flashing a luminescent smile to the various photographers. For the next few photos, the boys and girls stood separately, and their black and silver outfits shimmered unadulteratedly below the lights. Sameer strongly rested his palm on his wife's petite waist and tilted his head to press a soggy and hard kiss on her soft cheek, whilst their friends palmed their eyes with an impish smile stroking their lips, feigning shyness at the newly married couple's boldness. The photographers tittered at them and outlined the beautiful scenes.

Finally, the reception was over with lots of fun and exciting things, and now it was time for DJ.

Boys took off their blazers and jackets and kept them away, and most of them rolled the sleeves of their shirts including Sameer. He looked sinfully hot in a dark pitch black shirt, his forearms blistering with sweat buds, and two buttons unclasped to give a satisfying glimpse of his unshaven chest. Sumit went to confirm the playlist was ready, and the renowned DJ affirmed, playing the remix songs.

All the youngsters started to move their bodies according to the lyrics of the different sets of songs, and vigor lingered in the air. Sameer was zealously lip-syncing with the words of Jaanu Meri Jaan's new version song, his eyes pinned on his wife who was equally reflecting her buoyancy. He settled his palm on her waist, standing behind her, and they held the hand-operating cold pyro gun, shooting the bubbles of many-hued sparkles in the wind. They both were dancing crazily, looking at one another with sheer joy and happiness, and the atmosphere became Insanely energetic.

"Nazaron se na tol mujhe dil se kaam le."

Sameer protectively flattened his right palm on Naina's petite chest, his rough cheek brushing teasingly against her dangling earring as he sang aloud the lyrics with a twinkling smile - "Tu jiski woh tere bin kyun kisi ka naam le."

"Choti si ek baat bani, baat se daastaan."

"Bhul ke sab baatein hansate hain wahi pyaar ki shaan."

Sameer bent over his knee, inviting his wife to sit on his lap, and she did it happily, sliding her palm on his neck while staring at him with a seductive smile. He tucked away a loose wisp of the hair strand, his ragged breath mingling with her scented one, and they both loved their intense propinquity.

"Jaanu meri jaan, main tere qurbaan."

"Tu mera main teri jaane, sara hindustan."