𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗗𝗟𝗜 𝗠𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜

• The Day of Forever •

"Okay, okay... tb tk ke liye give me your card," Inaya bargained.

Eshaan handed it over, and Inaya peeked into the room. "Bbye bhabhi," she sang, giggling as she ran off.

Eshaan stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Saanvi instantly shifted her gaze away, sitting on the edge of the bed, her face covered with the delicate bridal veil.

He moved closer, lowering himself to sit in front of her. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Meri chandani..."

Just as he reached out to lift her veil, music blasted from outside the door - "Suhagrat Hai Ghunghat Utha Raha Hu Mai" - followed by loud laughter.

Saanvi started coughing again, while Eshaan's jaw tightened. He stormed to the door, yanked it open, and found no one there.
"Kitne kaminey bhai-bhn paye hai maine," he muttered under his breath.

Returning to her side, he tried again to lift her veil - only for another song to start: "Chunni Mein Perfume Lagave Chunni Mein".

This time, Saanvi couldn't hold back her giggles. Eshaan's expression turned cold as he threw the door open, ready to catch the culprits. But again - empty hallway.

He waited behind the door this time. Sure enough, Reyansh appeared, phone in hand, scrolling for the next song. In one swift motion, Eshaan grabbed him by the collar.
"Kya karra tha ye tu?"

Reyansh stammered, "Bhai... wo... wo... mai... ye..."

"Kya mai-mai?" Eshaan's glare deepened.

"Wo... bhabhi bula rahi hai apko... piche dekhiye," Reyansh lied.

Eshaan instinctively glanced back - and in that moment, Reyansh bolted.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Eshaan returned to the room, locked the door firmly, and finally lifted Saanvi's veil, placing it gently on the bed.

His voice softened into poetry.
"Khuda Bhi Jab Tumhe,
Mere Paas Dekhta Hoga,
Itni Anmol Cheez,
De Di Kaise Sochta Hoga."

Saanvi's cheeks flushed. "Aap hamesha aise hi baatein karte hai?"

"Jabse aapse mila hu tabse karne laga hu," he replied shyly.

Gathering courage, Saanvi asked, "Aap kya kaam karte hai? Matlab businessman to hai aap... aur bhi kuch karte hai kya?"

Eshaan smiled. "Haan... apse mohabbat."

Her blush deepened.

Trying to shift the mood, Saanvi sighed. "Hame ye change karna hai... bohot heavy hai."

"Mai help kardu?" Eshaan offered.

"Hawww... kitne nirlaj hai aap," she gasped, hurrying to the walk-in closet.

Eshaan blinked in confusion. I was talking about the jewellery... inhone kya socha?

When she emerged, she had changed into a light cotton kurti and loose pants, her bridal chooda and mangalsutra still in place, anklets softly tinkling.

"You can sleep on the couch," she said.

"Hein? Ham kyun jaaye... humara room hai yeh."

"Exactly - humara room hai," she shot back, narrowing her eyes.

With a huff, he moved to the couch. Saanvi giggled to herself before settling on the bed. But when she noticed him struggling to get comfortable, she relented.
"Aap so sakte hai bed par... waise bhi itna bada hai ki 6 log sojaye is par."

Eshaan chuckled and took the other side of the bed.

They drifted into sleep.

But in the middle of the night, Eshaan stirred at the sound of a voice. He turned his head - and froze.