As they were making their way towards the restaurant booked nearby, Yashvi's eyes fell on a street vendor selling panipuris. The tantalizing aroma and the sight of the crispy puris filled with savory and tangy fillings made her mouth water.

"Advik, let's have some panipuris," she exclaimed, unable to resist the temptation. Without waiting for his response, she eagerly dragged him towards the vendor, requesting two plates of panipuris.

But to her surprise, Advik's voice came out gruff, stopping her in her tracks. "Pack them up," he said firmly.

Yashvi furrowed her brows in confusion, not understanding his sudden change of heart. "But why?" she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice. 

Advik looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Because I have a better idea," he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He led her away from the vendor and towards a private area of the restaurant, where a romantic picnic setup awaited them.

Yashvi's eyes widened in surprise and delight as she took in the sight of a cozy blanket spread out on the grass, adorned with a basket filled with delectable snacks, including a plate of panipuris. The park was bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, creating a magical atmosphere.

Advik gently took her hand, guiding her to the picnic spot. "I thought we could have our own private picnic," he explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Just the two of us, enjoying delicious food under the starlit sky."

Yashvi's disappointment quickly turned into sheer happiness as she realized Advik's thoughtful gesture. She couldn't help but smile, feeling overwhelmed by his love and creativity.

They settled down on the blanket, sharing the plate of panipuris and savoring each bite together. The combination of crispy puris, tangy chutney, and flavorful fillings exploded with deliciousness in their mouths. As they laughed and enjoyed their impromptu picnic, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness.

In that moment, Yashvi realized that it wasn't about the quantity of panipuris they had, but the quality of the experience they shared. It was about the love and thoughtfulness that went into creating a memorable date, one that she would cherish forever.

As they gazed at the starlit sky, hand in hand, Yashvi felt a deep sense of gratitude for having Advik by her side. It was in these simple yet extraordinary moments that their bond grew stronger, creating a lifetime of beautiful memories together.

She realized that her faith is not the same as her mother's. While her mother had faced a life filled with lack of acceptance and understanding, Yashvi's husband, Advik, was doing everything in his power to make her feel comfortable and fully accepted. He embraced her for who she was, without any judgment.

It was a revelation for Yashvi to witness the stark contrast between her past experiences and her present reality. In Advik, she found a partner who not only respected her beliefs but also celebrated the differences that made them unique as individuals and as a couple.

Her heart swelled with gratitude for having found someone who loved her unconditionally and was willing to go the extra mile to ensure her happiness and well-being. It was in these moments of acceptance and understanding that Yashvi's faith in love and companionship was restored.

She looked at Advik, fully engrossed in his animated storytelling, and couldn't help but admire his infectious laughter. His eyes sparkled with joy, and his genuine smile revealed a pair of adorable dimples that only added to his charm.

The sound of his laughter filled the air, creating a light and joyful atmosphere around them. Yashvi found herself drawn to his laughter, finding solace and happiness in those moments. It was as if his laughter had the power to melt away any worries or troubles, leaving behind a sense of pure joy and contentment.

She watched his face light up with every anecdote, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shared his experiences. His laughter was contagious, and she couldn't help but join in, sharing in the mirth and happiness that radiated from him.

In that moment, Yashvi realized that laughter was not just a simple expression of joy, but a reflection of the deep connection they shared. Advik's laughter resonated with her on a profound level, reminding her of the lightheartedness and happiness that love brings.

As she continued to admire his laugh and the beautiful dimples it revealed, Yashvi felt a wave of gratitude for having found a partner who could bring so much joy into her life. Their shared moments of laughter created a strong bond between them, fostering a deep sense of happiness and love that would continue to grow with each passing day.

With a smile on her face and acceptance in her heart, Yashvi leaned closer to Advik, savoring the sound of his laughter and treasuring the precious moments they shared together.

"Your smile is really beautiful," Yashvi said suddenly, interrupting Advik mid-sentence. He paused, taken aback by her compliment, feeling his ears grow warm as a shy smile formed on his lips.

He had always been self-conscious about his smile, never quite believing that it held any special beauty. But in that moment, as Yashvi's words resonated in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness and gratitude.

Her appreciation filled him with a sense of validation and warmth. It was as if her words had the power to lift any doubts or insecurities he had about himself, reminding him of the unique qualities that made him who he was.

He looked at her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise, joy, and a growing sense of affection. Her words had a way of making him feel seen and cherished, reaffirming the bond they shared.

With a bashful smile, Advik softly replied, "Thank you, Yashvi." His voice carried a gentle sincerity, expressing the genuine appreciation he felt for her words.

"Why don't you speak something," Advik urged, his hand gently holding Yashvi's as he revealed a box containing pasta.

Yashvi's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the pasta, her favorite dish. A soft smile formed on her lips as she realized that Advik had remembered her love for it. She recalled a conversation with Darsh, where he had playfully called her a glutton for enjoying a plate of pasta during a meeting before their marriage.

Her heart warmed at Advik's thoughtful gesture, knowing that he had taken the time to remember something that held significance to her. It was in those little details that she felt a deeper connection with him, a bond that went beyond words.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, feeling a surge of gratitude and affection for her husband.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, they shared an unspoken understanding. It was a testament to the growing connection between them, a bond that continued to strengthen as they learned more about each other's likes, dislikes, and preferences.

As they sat together, savoring the pasta and enjoying each other's company, their conversation flowed effortlessly. The silence that had once filled the air was replaced with shared laughter, heartfelt discussions, and a growing sense of intimacy.

Though Yashvi had been quiet for most of the time, her attentive and observant nature made it clear that she was a great listener. Advik never felt that his efforts were one-sided, as her eyes spoke volumes, reflecting her appreciation and connection with him.

Their date ended on a happy note as Advik drove them back home, their hearts filled with contentment and their lips adorned with gentle smiles.

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Three days passed in a blur, and now it had been a week since their marriage. Overall, things seemed to be going smoothly for Advik and Yashvi, but there were moments when Yashvi couldn't help but feel frustrated. Coming from a more introverted nature, constantly being surrounded by a large joint family posed its challenges. Despite their efforts to involve her, she often felt a sense of awkwardness and discomfort in certain situations.

Being a part of a big joint family had its perks, of course. There was always someone around to lend a helping hand or share a laugh with. But Yashvi longed for those quiet moments of solitude, where she could retreat into her own thoughts and find solace. It was during those times that she felt a bit out of place, struggling to fully adapt to the lively and bustling atmosphere of her new family.

However, Yashvi understood that adjusting to such a different environment would take time. She remained patient, hoping that with each passing day, she would find her own balance and grow more comfortable in her new surroundings. 

As Yashvi walked towards the garden in search of some alone time, she noticed Adya, her husband's younger sister, looking frustrated as she played basketball alone. Yashvi couldn't help but be curious about what had caused Adya's frustration, so she approached her cautiously.

"Samjhta kya hai khud ko. I hate him." Adya uttered angrily passing the ball through the hoop piquing Yashvi's interest. Yashvi was someone who loved listening to gossips. It was her daily source of entertainment.

Intrigued by Adya's words, Yashvi couldn't resist her curiosity. "Kisse baat kar rahi ho, Adya?" she asked with a mischievous smile, eager to uncover the juicy details. (With whom you are talking,Adya?)

Adya glanced at Yashvi, her frustration slowly turning into a smirk. "Bhabhi, you won't believe it! I'm talking about Sameer, the guy in my class. Everyone thinks he's the smartest person ever, but he's actually a self obsessed person!" Adya vented, her annoyance evident in her tone.

Yashvi leaned in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Tell me more, Adya. What did he do to make you hate him?"

Adya started sharing the incidents that had led to her frustration with Sameer. She described how they were constantly competing with each other, trying to outdo one another in academics, sports, and even small challenges. Their rivalry had become a source of annoyance for Adya, as Sameer's competitive nature often got on her nerves.

"He's always trying to prove that he's better than me," Adya exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "Whether it's in the classroom or on the basketball court, he just can't accept that I can be just as good, if not better."

Yashvi listened attentively, nodding sympathetically. She understood how the constant rivalry could be exhausting and frustrating. "It sounds like Sameer has a need to be in the spotlight and prove himself. But remember, Adya, you don't have to engage in his competitive games. Focus on your own growth and enjoy the journey without getting too caught up in his antics."

Adya sighed, feeling a sense of relief in Yashvi's words. "You're right, Bhabhi. I shouldn't let his competitiveness affect my own progress."

As Adya shared her frustrations about Sameer and their frequent competitions, Yashvi listened attentively, trying to understand the underlying dynamics. She realized that there might be a mix of both annoyance and affinity in Adya's voice, indicating a complicated relationship.

Yashvi excused herself from the conversation with Adya and Sameer as her phone started ringing. Glancing at the caller ID, she recognized it as an important call that required her immediate attention. With an apologetic smile, she excused herself and stepped away to take the call in privacy.

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"Tumhare upar chudail aagayi hain kya?" Advik asked, his eyes wide with amusement, as he observed his wife darting around in a frenzy, dressed in a white blouse and formal trousers. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek high ponytail, and small earrings adorned her ears. (Did a witch come upon you?)

"Advik, I'm not interested in your jokes, especially not in the morning," she said, glaring at him, as she put on a silver watch on her delicate wrist and sprayed some perfume on her neck. Stepping back, she accidentally tripped on the carpet and fell down with a thud. Advik looked at her in shock, but as he realized the pain she was in, he quickly rushed to her side, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Mumma, main mari." she winced in pain as he gently helped her stand up, holding her waist firmly. (Mumma, I am dead.)

"Who told you to first wear a saree and then change into it? Sometimes you act so foolish, completely opposite to the high IQ you possess," he softly scolded her as he made her sit on the bed and unstrapped her heels.

"I didn't wanted to offend anyone." She mumbled in a throaty voice.

"It didn't sprain," she whispered, referring to the twist in her leg, as she looked at his frustrated and angry face.

"Yashvi, no one is going to be offended just because you wore formal clothes. They are family, not jailers. Stop overthinking every little thing. You've known them for about four months now, but you're always so cautious around us. For heaven's sake, even if someone doesn't like something, they won't harm you for it. Your behavior can be frustrating at times," he said in a frustrated tone, the irritation evident in his voice.

"It's me who is dealing with the changes, Advik. You can't expect me to be completely comfortable in just a week," she replied, her hurt clearly visible.

"I don't want to argue with you early in the morning. I'll be waiting by the car," he said, grabbing his laptop bag and leaving, glancing at her once before turning away.

Yashvi sat on the bed, her heart heavy with the weight of their argument. She replayed their conversation in her mind, realizing how she had let her fears and insecurities get the best of her. She knew she needed to lighten the mood and find a way to make things right with Advik. She knew she needed to make an effort to open up more, to let go of her fears and insecurities. The thought of disappointing Advik hurt her even more than his scolding.

After a few minutes, she wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, determined to make things right. As she walked downstairs, she found Advik waiting for her with a stern expression. Without saying a word, he took the car keys and walked towards the door. She sighed to herself, realizing the extent of his anger.

Her mother-in-law quickly fed her sweet yogurt, wishing her all the best for her first day at work after marriage. She smiled warmly at Sandhya and touched the feet of all the ladies and left.

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Glossary:

Panipuris:A ball made up of semolina filled with spicy filling and dipped in tamarind or mint water.

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First argument happened.. The book is slightly fast paced as I want to finish it as soon as possible.

Thankyou<3