5 MONTHS LATER

The Shergill mansion was bustling with the energy of Akshit and Divya’s wedding. Traditional decorations of marigold garlands and shimmering lights adorned the grand estate, creating an atmosphere of celebration. But amidst the festivity, in the corner of the hallway near the dining area, the unmistakable sound of Rakshit and Drishti’s voices rose above the lively chatter of the guests.

“Mrs. Shergill, for the last time, stop rearranging the seating chart!” Rakshit’s voice was a mix of exasperation and authority. He stood tall, arms crossed, his sharp suit as immaculate as ever.

Drishti, holding a clipboard, shot him a glare that could cut through steel. “And for the last time, Mr. Shergill, stop acting like the king of the world! Akshit asked me to handle the seating arrangements, not you.”

“I’m only trying to make sure this wedding doesn’t turn into your personal circus” he retorted, stepping closer, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Perfectionist. I’ll make sure your little brother’s wedding doesn’t reflect your control-freak tendencies” Drishti snapped back, jabbing a finger into his chest.

Before Rakshit could reply, the sound of loud, rhythmic drumbeats cut through their argument. The guests turned their attention to the mansion’s grand entrance, where four figures appeared, their confident strides matching the beat of the dhol.

Rakshit sighed, knowing who it was. Of course. It has to be him.

Leading the pack was Yash, as expected, his signature smirk firmly in place. He wore a black sherwani with gold embroidery that screamed elegance but was offset by his cheeky attitude. Behind him were Amar, Reyansh, and Aakash, all equally dashing in their coordinated outfits. The group exuded camaraderie, and their entrance was nothing short of a spectacle.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Yash declared, spreading his arms wide. “Main phirse aa gaya! Swaagat toh karo humara!” His voice echoed through the hall as he grinned, soaking in the attention.

Reyansh clapped Yash on the back. “Yash, you’re making it sound like you’re the groom” he quipped, earning a laugh from the group.

Aakash chuckled, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Don’t tempt him, Rey. You know he’d love that kind of drama.”

Amar shook his head, his usual serious demeanor softened by a rare smile. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t end up on the mandap.”

Yash, never one to miss a beat, winked at Drishti, who was still glaring at Rakshit. “Drishti, darling, you’re looking radiant as ever. You sure you’re not the one getting married today?”

Before Drishti could respond, Rakshit stepped forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Yash” he warned, his voice low and firm. “Stay away from her.”

Yash raised his hands in mock surrender, a mischievous grin on his face. “Relax, Rakshit. Just complimenting your beautiful wife. No need to get possessive.”

Drishti rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Yash, focus on the wedding instead of trying to annoy Rakshit.”

The banter was interrupted by a sharp voice. “If the introductions are done, can someone explain why I was dragged here?” Ishika strode into the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She was dressed in a striking pastel lehenga, her sharp gaze landing on Yash.

“You’re here because Akshit invited you” Yash replied smoothly, crossing his arms. “Although, seeing you here feels more like punishment than celebration.”

“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual” Ishika shot back, her eyes narrowing.

Before their exchange could escalate, Yukti entered the scene, her sari flowing as she walked over to the group. “And here I thought weddings were supposed to be happy occasions,” she remarked, glancing at Ishika and Yash before her gaze settled on Amar. “Oh wait, my bad. You’re here too,” she added sarcastically.

Amar, unfazed, adjusted his watch. “Believe me, Yukti, if there were an award for the most illogical presence at this wedding, you’d win hands down.”

Yukti smirked. “Says the man who thinks logic can solve everything. Newsflash, Amar—emotions matter too.”

Tara budged Dhruv with her elbow, earning a glare from him.

"Hello kankhajura" she spoke, her sarcastic smile on point.

"Hi nakchadi!" Dhruv replied with the same sarcasm, and both ended up glaring at each other.

The group exchanged glances, realizing that the tension between these pairs was thicker than the butter in the wedding feast. Aakash tried to diffuse the situation. “Alright, alright, everyone calm down. Let’s not ruin Akshit and Divya’s big day.”

Reyansh nodded. “Yeah, save the fights for the dance floor. Speaking of which, we have to start practicing for our performance.”

Yash’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh, don’t worry, Rey. We’ve got something epic planned. Ladies, prepare to be blown away.”

Drishti raised an eyebrow. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Both!” Yash replied with a grin, earning a collective groan from the group.

The stage was set, the players introduced, and the wedding chaos was just beginning. With this mix of love, rivalry, and banter, it was clear that Akshit and Divya’s wedding would be one for the books.

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LATE AFTERNOON

The late afternoon sun filtered through the Shergill mansion’s windows, but inside, the atmosphere was far from serene. In one of the side halls, the guys had taken over, locking the doors to avoid any interruptions. Yash stood in the center, leading the rehearsal with the energy of a drill sergeant.

“Alright, gentlemen” Yash announced, clapping his hands. “This performance has to scream swag. Desi Boyz vibes only. Amar, stop standing like you’re about to arrest someone!”

Amar rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I’m a cop, not a dancer. Why am I even doing this?”

“Because you owe me, Mr. Logical,” Yash shot back, smirking. “Now, move your feet or I’ll make sure Yukti knows about your secret stash of chocolate bars.”

Amar groaned but reluctantly followed Yash’s lead. Reyansh and Aakash exchanged amused glances, trying not to trip over their own feet during the complicated moves.

“This is so unnecessary,” Amar muttered, glaring at Reyansh, who had just elbowed him in the ribs.

“It’s called fun, Amar,” Reyansh replied with a grin. “You should try it sometime.”

As the guys were practicing for Desi Boyz, Dhruv sauntered in, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Wow, rehearsing for a talent show? Or is this just a mid-life crisis?”

Yash shot him a glare. “At least I can dance. You can barely walk straight without tripping over your own feet.”

Before Dhruv could retort, the door banged open, and in walked Tara, her clipboard clutched tightly as she zeroed in on Ishika. “Rakshit bhaiya, the florist messed up the arrangements again. The roses are pink instead of red.”

“Of course they are” Rakshit muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t worry, Tara” Dhruv chimed in, smirking. “Maybe you can just paint them red. You look free enough.”

Tara whirled around, narrowing her eyes at him. “Why don’t you focus on ensuring Yash Singhania doesn’t get lost on his way to the mandap? I heard he struggles with directions.”

“Wow, this one has jokes,” Dhruv replied, grinning. “I’ll let it slide since you’re clearly stressed about your boss micromanaging her own shadow.”

Before the tension could escalate further, Yash clapped his hands. “Enough! This isn’t Tom and Jerry. Dhruv, get back in line. Tara, deal with the flowers. Shoo!”

The assistants exchanged one last glare before going their separate ways, muttering insults under their breath. The guys began practicing again as Dhurv and Tara left, still arguing.

Just as they began perfecting their dramatic sunglasses slide, the door creaked open slightly. A flash of pink and gold caught Yash’s eye. He straightened, narrowing his gaze. “Boys, we have intruders.”

From behind the door, a muffled giggle gave away the culprits. On the other side were Drishti, Ishika, Yukti, and Lavanya, crouched and trying to stifle their laughter.

“Did you hear Yash’s motivational speech?” Yukti whispered, barely holding back her mirth. “Swag! Really?”

“I can’t wait to ruin this for them” Ishika said, smirking.

Drishti grinned mischievously. “Let’s do it during the performance. Imagine their faces when they realize they’re not dancing to Desi Boyz.”

Lavanya nodded. “And don’t forget the pallu plan. It’s going to be legendary.”

As the girls slipped away, plotting their prank, the guys resumed rehearsing, oblivious to the impending chaos.

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WEDDING CEREMONY

By the time the wedding ceremony began, the mansion was buzzing with excitement. Akshit, looking dashing in his sherwani, was led to the mandap amidst cheers and laughter. Divya’s friends, including Drishti and the girls, gathered near the bride’s side, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Alright, ladies” Drishti said, holding up a signal. “Operation Joota Chori begins now.”

As soon as Akshit removed his shoes near the mandap, Ishika and Yukti sprang into action. Pretending to adjust Divya’s bridal outfit, they discreetly grabbed the shoes and bolted, leaving a trail of laughter behind them.

“Hey! Where are the shoes?” Aakash shouted, noticing the empty spot.

Reyansh and Amar immediately joined the search party, their competitive spirits kicking in. “Find those shoes before we get fleeced!” Reyansh exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Divya’s friends danced around, waving the stolen shoes in the air. Drishti smirked, holding them high above her head. “If you want them back, be ready to pay up!”

Rakshit, standing beside Akshit, shook his head with a small smile. “You’re going to lose a fortune today, Akshit.”

“Not if we find them first,” Yash declared, charging toward Drishti.

Drishti dodged skillfully, holding the shoes behind her back. “You’ll have to try harder, Yash!”

Before Yash could make another move, Rakshit stepped in, towering over him. “Touch her and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Yash raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax, Rakshit. She’s just holding shoes, not your heart.”

"She has my heart too" he whispered under his breath.

"What?" Yash teased.

"Armm, nothing!" Rakshit stuttered and hurriedly walked away from there.

While the guys scrambled to negotiate, the girls moved to the dance floor, now dressed in sherwanis and fake mustaches. The sound of Kajra Re blared through the speakers, and the guys froze, realizing their planned Desi Boyz performance had been hijacked.

“What the—?” Amar started, but before he could finish, Yukti strutted onto the stage, her fake mustache tilted dramatically.

“Come on, Mr. Amar Singh Chauhan!” she called in a deep voice. “Time to be my babygirl.”

The audience erupted into laughter as the guys reluctantly joined the stage, pallu draped over their heads. Yash, ever the sport, embraced the ridiculousness, flipping his imaginary braid. “How do I look, darling?” he called to Ishika, who crossed her arms and smirked.

“You look like a disaster, darling” Ishika replied, her tone sharp, but her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Dhruv, who had been standing in the crowd, burst out laughing. “This is a masterpiece. Bravo, girls! Absolutely legendary!”

Tara, however, seized the opportunity to join the girls on stage, dressed as a flamboyant sherwani-wearing “groom.” “Dhruv, come up here and learn how to actually dance!”

“Please,” Dhruv scoffed, stepping onto the stage. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

As the group erupted into laughter, Tara and Dhruv continued trading playful insults while mock-dancing to the beat. Their chemistry was undeniable, even amidst the chaos.

By the end of the song, the entire crowd was on their feet, cheering and clapping. The girls switched gears, transitioning into Kala Chashma, their swagger unmatched as they danced circles around the blushing, laughing guys.

As the night continued, the joota chori drama ended with the guys paying a hefty price to retrieve the shoes. Amidst all the laughter and chaos, there were stolen glances, subtle moments of rivalry, and the unmistakable promise of more drama to come. The wedding, after all, was just beginning.

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NEXT MORNING

The morning of the wedding was buzzing with excitement. The guys, dressed in kurta-pajamas, lounged on one side of the courtyard with Akshit at the center, while the girls, in their vibrant lehengas, surrounded Divya on the other side. It was a classic pre-wedding hangout, filled with laughter and playful banter.

Yash stretched his legs lazily, smirking. “So, Akshit, tell us. What happens if Divya orders you to do something, and you don’t obey her?”

Akshit shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back. “She’s 5’7. What’s she gonna do?”

The guys exchanged glances before, in perfect synchronization, they broke into song:

“Dil tera lelegi” Yash started, his voice exaggeratedly dramatic.

“Jaan teri lelegi” Amar followed, wagging his finger at Akshit.

“Imaan tera le legi” Reyansh chimed in, pretending to faint.

“Oh laila teri, oh laila teri” Aakash added, pounding his chest theatrically.

Finally, the whole group joined in: “Oh laila teri le leti tu likh ke le le!”

The courtyard erupted with laughter, the girls cheering louder than anyone else. Drishti shook her head, grinning. “You boys are impossible.”

“Hey, don’t laugh too hard, Mrs. Shergill,” Yash teased, turning to Drishti. “What does Rakshit do when you don’t obey him?”

Drishti’s smile turned mischievous as she tilted her head toward Rakshit. “Why don’t you ask him? He’s learned not to test me.”

Rakshit leaned forward, his voice low and challenging. “Don’t get too cocky, Mrs. Shergill. I still remember who threw the pillow first last night.”

The group burst into laughter again, while Drishti tried to keep her composure, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Meanwhile, on the girls’ side, Ishika leaned toward Divya, muttering, “How do you survive these fools?”

Divya laughed. “With a lot of patience and occasional blackmail.”

On the other side, Tara nudged Dhruv. “You should take notes. You might need this wisdom someday.”

Dhruv smirked. “I’d rather take notes on how to tolerate you. That’s a full-time job.”

The playful exchanges continued, the courtyard brimming with energy. The pre-wedding festivities were officially a hit, with plenty of chaos, humor, and just the right amount of romance bubbling beneath the surface.

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EVENING

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beautifully decorated venue. Flowers were everywhere, the mandap was resplendent in shades of gold and red, and the atmosphere was electric with excitement and anticipation. Akshit, standing at the altar, was fidgeting slightly, his eyes searching for his bride, Divya. It had been a rollercoaster ride of love and chaos to get here, and now, on the day of his wedding, everything felt unreal.

The guys—Yash, Rakshit, Reyansh, Aakash, and Amar—were seated at the front, eyes scanning the room. They couldn’t help but banter quietly, their words laced with teasing and sarcasm. Rakshit, however, had a more solemn air to him, though his hand kept brushing Drishti’s in a soft, reassuring gesture.

"Akshit, you sure you're ready for this?" Yash leaned toward him, a playful smirk on his face.

Akshit rolled his eyes. "I was ready the day I fell for Divya."

The other guys chuckled, but just as they were about to tease more, the sound of dhol and music filled the air, signaling the grand entry of the bride.

Divya walked down the aisle, looking nothing short of a goddess in her deep red lehenga, a sparkling smile on her lips. Her beauty was breathtaking, and every eye in the room followed her as she made her way toward Akshit. Her eyes locked with his, and for a split second, the whole world faded away.

Akshit stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. "She's perfect," he whispered under his breath, a smile tugging at his lips.

The moment Divya reached him, Akshit took her hand, his voice filled with love as he said, "You look... beyond anything I could have imagined."

Divya’s smile grew, and as they stood together under the mandap, the kanyadaan ceremony began. The couple exchanged vows, their promises heartfelt and deeply emotional. The guests, with misty eyes, applauded them as they completed their vows.

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The wedding’s energy skyrocketed as the music began to shift to something more playful. It was time for the couples to take the stage. The first couple to make their entrance was Yash and Ishika—or more accurately, the two CEOs turned reluctant dance partners. They walked up to the stage with cool, nonchalant expressions, but the tension between them was palpable.

Yash, with a wicked grin, whispered, "Ready to lose, Ishika?"

Ishika narrowed her eyes. "In your dreams, Mr. Singhania."

The song played, and the two began to dance, their moves sharp and confident, though each one was trying to outdo the other. Yash, always the showman, was trying his best to impress, spinning and twirling Ishika in an attempt to throw her off balance. But Ishika was not one to be outdone—she matched him move for move, her precision flawless.

By the end of the dance, both of them were breathless, but the air between them crackled with something more than just competition. The crowd erupted into applause as the duo gave each other an icy look of mutual respect.

Next up were Amar and Yukti, the ultimate opposites attract couple. Amar, the serious, logical police officer, and Yukti, the emotional, passionate one, had spent most of their lives bickering, but now, they had to put on a united front. They took their positions on the dance floor, both looking at each other with a mix of annoyance and something else—a growing understanding.

Amar, with his usual deadpan expression, said, “I still don’t know why we have to dance, but let’s get this over with.”

Yukti rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Oh please, Amar, this is one thing I’m actually enjoying. You can frown all you want, but we’re going to make it work.”

Amar, clearly trying to suppress his frustration, placed his hand on her waist as she took hold of his shoulder. “You and your dramatic flair,” he muttered under his breath.

Yukti grinned. “whatever, Mr. Logical.”

As the music played, the couple awkwardly shuffled at first, with Amar's stiff movements contrasting sharply against Yukti’s fluid, expressive ones. Yukti twirled with grace, dragging a reluctant Amar along with her, and at one point, she spun him a little too fast, making him stumble.

“Careful!” he hissed, his stern demeanor breaking for a second as he caught her hand.

“Oh, relax!” Yukti teased, pulling him into a quick, exaggerated dip. The crowd laughed, thoroughly entertained by their dynamic.

By the end of the song, both of them were out of breath, laughing for the first time in ages. It was chaotic, but it was also perfect—proof that despite their differences, they could still have fun together.

They ended the dance with a goofy bow, smiling at each other more genuinely than they ever had before. The crowd erupted into applause, appreciating their unexpected chemistry.

Next, the music shifted to something slower, more intimate, signaling the arrival of Rakshit and Drishti on the dance floor. Their bond had weathered countless storms, and now, it was time to celebrate what they had fought for—love, trust, and a future together.

Rakshit, ever the stoic, extended his hand to Drishti. “Shall we, Mrs. Shergill?” he asked in a low voice.

Drishti, her eyes sparkling with mischief, replied, “If you can keep up, Mr. Shergill.”

They glided into the dance effortlessly, their movements in perfect sync. It wasn’t just a dance—it was a silent conversation, an unspoken connection that spoke volumes about their journey together. Each step, each twirl, conveyed their shared history, their struggles, and the depth of their love.

As they danced, Rakshit pulled Drishti closer, their foreheads meeting in a tender moment. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intimacy of the moment.

“I love you,” Rakshit whispered, his voice soft but full of emotion.

“I love you too,” Drishti replied, her heart full as she leaned in, her forehead against his as they closed their eyes.

The crowd watched in awe, their applause filling the air as Rakshit and Drishti’s dance came to an end. They smiled at each other, a quiet promise passing between them.

Now, the focus shifted to Aakash and Lavanya, the couple who had found their way back to each other after months of unspoken feelings and misunderstandings.

As they stepped onto the dance floor, Lavanya couldn’t help but smile at Aakash. "You know, I still can't believe we're finally doing this."

Aakash chuckled softly. “Better late than never, right?”

They began to dance, the music slow and sensual, and their movements flowed effortlessly together. It was a dance that spoke of years of friendship, of silent admiration, and finally, of love that had always been there but never fully realized until now.

Aakash pulled Lavanya closer, his hand resting on her back, and whispered, "I knew it was always going to be you.

Lavanya looked up at him, her heart swelling with emotion. “And I knew you’d be the one to catch me when I finally fell.”

Their dance was a celebration of everything they had been through and everything that was still to come. The crowd watched with rapt attention as they ended their dance with a tender hug, leaving everyone in awe of the love they had built.

Finally, the night couldn’t end without some real chaos—enter Dhruv and Tara, the ultimate chaotic duo. They had been causing trouble all day, and now, it was their turn to take the stage.

Tara walked up to the stage with a mischievous glint in her eye, looking at Dhruv. “We’re dancing, assistant-boy. Hope you can keep up with me,” she teased, her hands on her hips.

Dhruv shot her an eyebrow raise and smirked. “You’re going to need more than that to keep up with me, Tara.”

“You wish,” Tara fired back, rolling her eyes as the music began. “Let’s see if you can handle the real dance moves.”

The moment the song kicked in, the chaos began. It wasn’t a graceful waltz; no, this was a wild, offbeat, and completely unpredictable routine, perfectly mirroring the nature of their rivalry. Tara, with her vibrant energy, was throwing out hip shakes and dramatic spins, while Dhruv was trying to keep up with her frantic pace. His moves were awkwardly exaggerated, and for a moment, it looked like he might trip over his own feet.

The crowd was already in stitches, watching as Dhruv tried to make sense of Tara’s unpredictable twirls and sharp turns. At one point, Tara spun so fast that she accidentally knocked into him, causing Dhruv to almost fall—only to catch her mid-spin, sending them both tumbling into a dramatic, yet perfectly timed dip.

Amused, they both burst into laughter as they tried to recover their composure, but neither could stop themselves from laughing. Tara’s competitive nature kicked in, and she pulled Dhruv into another twirl, forcing him to adapt to her fast-paced rhythm. His struggle only made it funnier.

“You’re impossible, Tara!” Dhruv groaned, but he was laughing too, unable to keep the frustration out of his voice. Tara’s face lit up with a playful grin. “If I’m impossible, then you’re just a lost cause.”

By the end of the song, they were both breathless, and the audience was roaring with applause, not sure whether they had just witnessed a dance or a slapstick comedy act. But Dhruv and Tara’s performance had a charm all its own, filled with missteps, wild spins, and laughter that made it unforgettable.

Tara, still catching her breath, shot Dhruv a teasing look. “Not bad, assistant-boy. You didn’t completely embarrass yourself.”

Dhruv, shaking his head with a grin, replied, “I’m just glad I survived. You’re lucky I’m still standing.”

They shared a brief, genuine moment of camaraderie before turning to bow to the audience, the applause still echoing around them. Despite their usual banter and constant bickering, tonight had brought them closer in an unexpected way. Maybe it was the shared chaos of the dance, or maybe it was just a rare moment where the frenemies were allowed to truly enjoy each other's company.

With one last look at each other, both of them cracked a smile—perhaps this was just the beginning of a new kind of understanding between them.

Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. Akshit and Divya, the stars of the day, took center stage for their grand dance. The couple who had gone through their own ups and downs, but had emerged stronger and more in love than ever before.

The music began, and the world seemed to stop as Akshit and Divya shared a glance full of love and promise. Akshit took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor with a soft smile. “Ready to steal the show, Mrs. Shergill?”

Divya grinned, her heart fluttering in her chest. “You’re the one who’s going to steal it, Mr. Shergill. I’m just here to enjoy the ride.”

They danced with an effortless elegance, their chemistry undeniable. Every step was in perfect sync, every movement an expression of their shared love, trust, and commitment.

As the song reached its peak, Akshit twirled Divya, bringing her back into his arms as the crowd cheered. They finished with a slow, graceful dip, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt like a promise—a promise of forever, of love that could conquer anything.

The applause that followed was deafening, and as they stood there, lost in each other’s eyes, they knew they had just begun their journey together. The rest of their lives awaited, filled with love, laughter, and happiness.

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The music thumped loudly, and the floor was packed with guests dancing and celebrating the union of Akshit and Divya. But in the midst of it all, there were two people who were stirring up their own storm: Yukti and Amar.

The last few moments had been filled with light-hearted dances, laughter, and teasing—until the two of them found themselves at the center of another storm. It all started with Yukti’s infamous one-liner that she couldn't hold back.

“You know, Amar, you might have been good at the whole 'serious police officer' thing, but you’re a disaster on the dance floor!” Yukti shouted, clearly still high on energy from their earlier dance.

Amar, still feeling the heat of his earlier slip-ups during their chaotic dance, narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. “It’s called professionalism, Yukti,” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Not everyone can be an emotional wreck who spins around like a tornado.”

The guests who were nearby snickered at their ongoing banter, but the tension was thick, and the sarcastic jabs kept coming.

“Emotional wreck?” Yukti scoffed, her eyes flashing. “At least I’m not afraid of showing who I am. You, on the other hand, hide behind your cold, stone-faced façade like you’re some kind of superhero.”

“Oh please, Yukti,” Amar shot back, taking a step closer to her, his voice getting lower and more biting. “I’m not the one who thinks that a couple of wild spins and dramatic twirls will solve everything. You’re so used to running away from everything, that’s why you can’t stand anyone who doesn’t play along with your emotional nonsense.”

Yukti’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, and she jabbed back, “And you think you can control everything. Newsflash, Amar—you can’t even control your own feelings, let alone anyone else’s.”

The silence that fell between them felt like an eternity. The music around them continued, but their harsh words and the intensity of their stares seemed to freeze the moment. It was the calm before the storm—before they were about to spiral into another war of words.

Amar clenched his jaw. “You think I can’t feel?” He moved closer, his words dripping with venom. “You have no idea what I’m capable of when it comes to feelings.”

“Oh, I know,” Yukti replied with a fierce edge, her voice cutting through the tension. “But you’re so busy pretending you don’t have any, you’re blind to the ones right in front of you.”

Just as the fight seemed to escalate, Yash and Reyansh appeared out of nowhere, clearly sensing the brewing storm. Yash clapped his hands loudly, breaking the silence.

“Hey, hey!” Yash called out, a grin plastered across his face. “If you two are done trying to out-anger each other, maybe you can focus on not ruining this moment for everyone else?”

“Yeah,” Reyansh added with a chuckle. “This is a wedding, not an MMA fight, guys. Save it for later.”

Amar and Yukti both shot them an icy glare but reluctantly backed off from each other. The crowd chuckled nervously, sensing the still-thick tension between them.

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As the night continued, the air became thicker with fun-filled chaos. The wedding had been an emotional whirlwind, but the last dance was what truly set the tone for the evening. Yash and Ishika had their moment, full of competitive energy, but it was clear to everyone that the real drama was between Amar and Yukti.

But amidst the tension, there was also the warmth of love, and Divya and Akshit stole the spotlight once again with their perfect couple dance. Their eyes were locked, and the room melted away as they swirled together effortlessly. Akshit was everything Divya had ever wanted, and she knew, without a doubt, that today was the beginning of forever.

Meanwhile, Yash and Ishika, despite their competitive spirit, shared a moment of unexpected mutual respect. The battle between them was far from over, but for tonight, they shared a dance that was more about acknowledgment than rivalry.

And then, of course, there was Rakshit and Drishti—their connection undeniable. As the final notes of the wedding song echoed, Drishti was lost in Rakshit’s arms, the chaos of the evening melting away into something far deeper. Love. They had fought for it, cried over it, and now—they were living it.

The night ended with the group gathered together for one final picture, everyone posing in their finest attire, each person silently aware of the complex feelings brewing beneath the smiles. The night had been a testament to the chaos of love, the teasing, the fights, and the celebrations. Everyone had their moment of fun, but they were also aware that life wasn’t about perfect moments—it was about the messy, emotional realness of it all.

As the last few guests trickled out and the venue started to empty, the bride and groom shared a quiet moment together, looking out over the empty dance floor, realizing they had just started the next chapter of their life.

But in the back of their minds, they knew this wedding wasn’t just a day of celebrations—it was only the beginning of a journey, full of unpredictable chaos, love, and everything in between.

The night ended, but the chaos and fun would continue for everyone who had witnessed this unforgettable wedding.

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SUHAAGRAAT

It was a perfectly normal evening after their grand wedding, and the mansion was buzzing with the last remnants of the celebrations. The family had retired to their rooms, but Akshit and Divya had decided to wind down in their new bedroom, getting used to their new reality as husband and wife.

But what Akshit didn’t know was that Divya had overheard a conversation earlier that afternoon, just when he was chatting with his friends. The boys had been congratulating him on his wedding, and amid the jokes and the teasing, Akshit had, without thinking, said something that would soon come back to haunt him.

“She’s 5’7, what can she really do? It’s not like she can intimidate anyone” Akshit had said, his tone nonchalant, as he laughed with his friends. The other guys chuckled, agreeing with the harmless joke. But little did he know, Divya had been standing just around the corner, hearing every word.

Fast forward to their first night together, Akshit was lounging on the bed, acting casual, as if everything was perfectly fine, while Divya was sitting on the other side, already getting the sense that the night might turn chaotic.

Divya had been quiet for a while, then suddenly broke the silence, her voice low but icy: "So, about what you said earlier today…”

Akshit froze. He had just gotten comfortable, but the shift in her tone made him sit up straight, sensing the storm brewing. He turned to her, a smirk still lingering on his lips. “What about it?”

“About me being 5'7” she said, her voice dangerously calm. “What did you mean by that exactly?”

Akshit blinked, trying to play it cool, but the nervousness was starting to creep in. He had been joking with his friends, but now, with Divya’s piercing gaze on him, he realized he had dug himself into a hole. “Oh... that? Well, I mean, it’s just a fact, isn’t it? You’re 5’7. Not exactly a giant.” He chuckled nervously, but it didn’t do much to ease the tension building in the room.

Divya raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing. “Not a giant, huh? What exactly were you trying to imply with that little comment?”

Akshit’s confident smirk faltered as he shifted uncomfortably. He had underestimated his wife, something he would soon regret. “Look, it was just a joke. You know, between guys, we—”

Divya cut him off with a sharp, steely gaze. “Oh, it’s just a joke, is it? Well, let me show you just how ‘not intimidating’ a 5’7 woman can be.”

Akshit felt a cold sweat forming on his forehead. “What... What are you talking about?”

Without warning, Divya jumped out of the bed and stalked toward him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She grabbed the blankets, yanked them off the bed, and with an unexpected strength, gave him a little push, sending him tumbling toward the edge.

Akshit caught himself just in time but found himself staring up at her, wide-eyed. “Wait—what the hell, Divya?!”

“Oh, you think I can’t do anything just because I’m not ‘tall enough,’ huh?” Divya shot back, her voice filled with playful yet deadly intent. “Well, I’ll show you exactly what I can do, Mr. ‘5’7.’”

Before he could react, Divya kicked him—just enough to send him stumbling backward out of the bed and onto the floor with an exaggerated thud. He blinked, completely dumbfounded, as he lay there, looking up at his wife standing over him, her arms crossed, a triumphant smile on her lips.

Akshit, still lying on the floor, tried to recover his composure, but the look on Divya’s face made it clear he was no longer in control. “You… you actually kicked me out of bed?”

Divya looked down at him with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Oh, absolutely. You thought I was just some dainty little thing you could joke about? Think again, Mr. Shergill.”

Akshit groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his side. “You’ve got to be kidding me. On our first night?”

“Yep” Divya said, her voice filled with mock sweetness. “Now, since you’re so comfortable making jokes about my height, I think you need to sleep somewhere more appropriate.”

Akshit’s stomach dropped. “Where? The floor?”

Divya’s smile widened. “No, no. I’m much more generous than that. I think you’d be much more comfortable in the bathroom. It’s luxurious.”

Akshit’s jaw dropped. “The bathroom? You want me to sleep in the bathroom?”

“Yep. And don’t act like it’s some tiny space. It’s the size of an apartment,” Divya quipped, watching as Akshit scrambled to stand up, still looking like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” he muttered under his breath, but there was a hint of genuine fear in his voice now.

“Oh, I’m not kidding.” Divya replied, completely unfazed. “tum jaoge ya..."

"Jaisa patni ji bolengi, waisa mai karunga." He smiled (in pain).

"Yeh darr mujhe accha lga" Divya muttered with a satisfied smile.

Akshit shot a glance at the bathroom—massive, pristine, and luxurious, yes—but it was still the bathroom. And somehow, the idea of sleeping in there while his new wife snuggled in the big, comfy bed seemed far worse than he’d anticipated.

Sighing dramatically, Akshit started walking toward the bathroom, muttering, “I swear, I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Oh, really?” Divya called after him with a smirk, her tone sweet yet sarcastic. “I’m looking forward to it. But for now, sleep tight in there, Mr. ‘5’7’.”

Akshit paused at the bathroom door, turning back to face her. “You know, this isn’t over.”

Divya just waved her hand dismissively, snuggling into the bed, clearly enjoying every moment of this newfound power she had over her husband. “Good night, Akshit. Sweet dreams.”

With a defeated sigh, Akshit entered the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. As he stood there, looking at the luxurious space that was now his makeshift sleeping area, he couldn’t help but smile. As chaotic as it was, there was something undeniably cute about his strong, confident wife who had already put him in his place.

The first night of their marriage had just begun, and it was already clear—this wasn’t going to be a typical, boring marriage.

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The End

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