"First day pe hi periods aa gaye, pehle hi abshagun ho gaya, ab pata nahi aage ki zindagi tum dono ki kaisi jayegi." Aditya's mother, Rekha said with a pointed look while shaking her head.

"Come on aai, isme Radhika ki kya galti hai? She didn't invite periods, woh naturally aa gaye use jaldi." Aditya replied to his miffed mother with a calm expression.

"Sabko naturally hi aate hai beta par Rasmein aur Abshagun naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai, jab tumhare chote chachu ki shadi thi tab usi din mere bhi periods aaye the medicines lene ke bawjud, but still I attended his wedding, did all the rituals as a bhabhi, aur ab dekho. Tumhare chachu aur chachi ki bilkul nahi banti hai aa paas me." Rekha shared an old story that Aditya heard for the first time in the past twenty-eight years.

"Aai sabke naseeb ek jaise nahi hote hai," Aditya said thoughtfully.

"Main janti hoon par tum mere eklaute bete ho, I don't want you to be unhappy with Radhika because of all these things. Isliye keh rahi hoon ki yeh sab rasmein jaane do filhal ke liye, chaar din baad kar lege." Rekha softened her tone when her son stared at her with disappointment on his face.

"Jo marzi karo, par Radhika ke saamne yeh shagun abshagun ki baat nahi honi chahiye hai." Aditya calmly warned his mother, who, for the world, was a highly educated woman with a modern mindset, but for him, she had the most backward and chauvinist thinking when the matter was about Indian customs and traditions.

"Shadi ko do din nahi hue aur tum toh abhi se joru ke gulaam ban gaye ho." Rekha gave an unbelievable look to her only son.

"Aai," Aditya whined in response.

"Mazak kar rahi hoon baba." She playfully pulled his chubby cheek and then patted his head with motherly affection.

Radhika heard the bitter conversation from inside her bedroom and felt bad for her husband who had to bear his strict mother's scoldings because of her. She truly wished to go back in the past and rewrite her periods' date so that she can follow all the rituals and pooja with Aditya without being labeled as an inauspicious woman. She morosely stared at the door while exhaling slowly, and wondered if her mother-in-law's assumption about they having fights in the future because of the wrong timing of her menstruation was true or false. She truly can't afford to upset her loving man or make him distance himself from her for any reason.

• Inside Samaina's room.

Sameer was working on his laptop with a bored expression as he wanted to enjoy his holidays to his fullest but his oh-so-loving boss didn't like him being happy, hence he ordered him to complete the work from home. He typed monotonously on the keyboard while yawning, his eyes looking drowsy because of last night's wild experience with his pretty wife.

"Ajeeb zindagi hai, shadi ke do din baad biwi ka haath pakad kar baithne ki jagah main is laptop ko godh me lekar baitha hoon." He muttered furiously under his breath while going through the bug, and squinted his eyes at the screen.

Sameer could hear the soft jingles of her Payal and all his attention was drawn towards the heavenly woman walking out of the bathroom with Nazakat touching every inch of her body. He quickly shut the laptop, his lips parting in admiration, and eyes filling with pride.

Naina saw her husband sitting on the bed, shirtless, with a shiny black electronic object lying comfortably on his lap. She narrowed her eyes in recognition of his growing laziness and said with a lopsided smile - "Kaam karo kaam, mujhe mat dekho."

"Tumhe dekhne se accha aur kaunsa kaam ho sakta hai." He replied to his wife in a husky voice.

"Mujhe dekhne ki salary nahi milti hai tumhe," Naina said amusingly while uncovering her head from the towel.

"Dil ko sukoon toh milta haina, aur bhagwan ne kaha hai jis cheez me aapko sukoon mile wahi aapko apna dhyan aur mann kendrit karna chahiye hai," Sameer answered his woman like a Hindi poet and she disbelievingly shook his head.

"Subah subah kaunsi hindi kitaab padhli hai?" Naina quipped, drying her wet hair with the soft baby blue towel.

"Kitab ka toh pata nahi par maine tumhari aankhon ko kabhi se padh liya hai," Sameer said in a juicy voice while placing the laptop on the sheet, his frame approaching her crouched posture.

Naina raised her head to earn the wind from above the ceiling fan and saw her husband gave an impish smile to her while crossing his arms over his sturdy chest. She raised her eyebrows at him in puzzlement and asked - "Jao nahane?"

"Pehley tumhe thodi der aur dekh lene do phir jauga," Sameer announced in a hoarse voice.

"Tumhare boss ko call lagau?" Naina lovingly threatened her husband, who instead of following his boss's order was busy adoring her.

"Haa lagao, bol dena unhe ki aapka favorite employee ek bahut hi important kaam me busy hai. More important than coding." Sameer said casually, his lips curling up for a mischievous grin.

"Sudhar jao." Smiling at him. Naina walked to the dressing table to start with her Shringaar.

"Kaisey?" Sameer went to complain, adorably pouting at his girl, and when he saw Naina applying vermillion to her hairline. He added with a soft smile "Itni khubsurat lagogi toh mujhe dubara pyaar ho jayega tumse."

"Awww, aur agar tum aise hi mujhe dekhte rahoge toh mujhse bhi raha nahi jayega," Naina replied to her charming man, displaying his attractive physique with prompt sweat burning his skin.

Sameer gave a cute smile and fished out a good-looking leaf green shirt paired with iron white trousers from inside the vintage faded blue cupboard. He gently closed the door and looked back at his wife once more, perusing her heart-throbbing appearance in a hot pink saree with keenness. He scratched his itching black stubble and delivered an unexpected comment at her in a succulent voice - "Looking Sexy."

Naina's fingers stopped moving on her tresses when she heard her husband complimenting her like a flirtatious man. She glanced at him with lips parted in awe and jaw touching the ground. She gently blinked her eyes, trying to believe her innocent man had just told her "Sexy" through his own mouth.

"Tum theek ho?" Naina asked him in horror while looking up at him head-to-toe.

"Kyun?" Sameer knew why his wife was sounding scared but still, he pretended to be oblivious to the reason.

"Tumne mujhe Acchi dikh rahi ho nahi keh kar, Looking Sexy kaha? How is that even possible?" Naina exclaimed unbelievably while furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"You are wearing my favorite color saree, so you deserve to get a good compliment," Sameer said with a cheeky smile, his slender fingers ruffling his feathery furs.

"Oh really? Matlab agar main pink chod kar koi aur color pehenti toh tumhare renowned dialogue ka comeback hota hai?" Naina asked him sarcastically while gritting her teeth.

"Shayad Haa." Tittering like a nonchalant baby. Sameer rushed inside the bathroom before his wife could launch a comb gripped in her teeny-weeny palm at him.

"Bewakoof." Naina smiled at no one and resumed her makeup session.

• At Mhatre's place.

Sarita was cooking her daughter's favorite Bhindi Ki Sabzi and Pranali was helping her with other chores. She was seen meticulously slicing onions and tomatoes to make paneer mutter gravy for the Damad of this house.

"O bai yeh log kaha khana banane baith gayi," Balloon mumbled with a tense expression.

"Kya hua gubbare?" Phulla Bhua asked her swollen daughter-in-law with a raised eyebrow.

"Kuch nahi, soch rahi hoon bahar ghum ke aa jau," Balloon said with a sweet smile.

"Bahar ghumne jana hai ya khane?" Phulla Bhua guessed, knowing well how much her Bahu disliked the food from Sarita's hands.

"Nahi nahi, main kyu khaugi kuch, dieting pe hun." Balloon spoke with faltering confidence in her voice while wiping off her budding sweat.

"Haa woh kal maine dekha khane ke stall ke waha teri kitni dieting chal rahi hai." Phulla Bhua said with sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"Woh toh khana waste na ho isliye maine thoda sa contribution diya apni taraf se," Balloon replied to her cruel mother-in-law, who isn't less than a CCTV camera that records all her moments with food.

"Kya baat hai, tune mera dil jeet liya." Phulla Bhua said with fake pride in her voice, making Beena feel emotional as probably for the first time in all these years her mother-in-law seemed to be impressed with her thoughts.

"Ek kaam kar, contribution karna hi haina toh neeche zameen par aake baith jaa, taki sofa na toote aur in logo ka kharcha na badhein." The grey-haired woman told the inflated balloon with a saccharine smile, and her smile dropped when she understood that her mother-in-law wasn't complimenting her. She was making fun of her, albeit indirectly.

"Main zameen par kaisey baithun?" Balloon asked her MIL with a frown marring her swollen face.

"Jaise sofe par baithi hai waise zameen par bhi baith jaa, isme kaunsi badi baat hai." Phulla Bhua replied to her with an easy-breezy smile while twisting her lips in contentment.

"Chal chal mere pyare gubbare, de apna CONTRIBUTION." The grey-haired woman emphasized the last word her daughter-in-law used a while ago.

"Main zara aati hoon washroom se." Balloon lied to her heartless mother-in-law and before Phulla Bhua could stop her. She ran into the guest room, closing the door in fear.

Phulla Bhua laughed at her daughter-in-law's cute antics and swerved her head to the doorstep, eagerly waiting for Naina and Sameer.

• Naina was reading the comments showered on their wedding pictures and cute replies on the story she uploaded yesterday morning of her husband's sleeping face. All of them were truthfully way too adorable and overwhelming. The audience seemed happy with their pair and it could be reflected through the use of different good emojis.

She posted the picture of last night's small yet beautiful celebration with her favorite pastries and wrote - "When you have a husband like mine, you wouldn't need anyone else to love you." ♥️

"BlessedWithTheBest 🧿

Naina tagged her husband on the recent post and lazily scrolled through memes shared by comedians. She suddenly came across a video in which the foreign father was exciting his little girl to crawl and get the feeding bottle which was kept at a little distance and the giggling human was seen taking slow yet encouraging steps towards her target, her balance loosened once she tripped over the velvety carpet, but it didn't dwindle her confidence to show her father that she is a brave girl and can achieve her goal without taking anyone's support. The bubbly cute girl again started to take baby steps while sniggering unstoppably and her teeny-weeny hands clutched the side of the bottle, making her father run to her to kiss her with affection as she finally learned to be independent to get her belongings.

This video literally took away Naina's heart as she couldn't stop adoring the way the father was pampering his daughter with his soft kisses, making her squeal in enthusiasm.

Gentle drops of tears entered her orbs when she realized how eagerly her husband was waiting for this moment with their daughter or son.

And how she is breaking his heart with her practicality.

She wished she could think emotionally like him, but she couldn't. Her thoughts and decisions are different from his, their perspectives aren't similar regarding baby planning, and she isn't even complaining about it because she knew since the beginning that her husband loved kids more than words could describe and he wants them to plan a child right after their marriage. But she isn't ready, not even a little bit. She wants her baby to have a good life without compromising and sacrificing for anything, she wants their baby to enter her/his own house. She wants their child to come into this world with happiness, joy, excitement, eagerness, and open arms. She doesn't want him/her to feel that their mother is a clumsy woman who doesn't even know how to take care of them. She first wants to become a good wife and daughter-in-law, and then she will think about giving life to their little cute version inside her womb. Before that there's a big No from her side for the pregnancy.

Naina's thoughts were interrupted by the noise of her husband who had just taken a shower and was now searching for the comb in the drawer.

"Naina tumne woh wooden brown comb dekha?" Sameer asked his wife in confusion while rummaging through the messed up drawer. All credit goes to Naina.

"Woh lambe teeth wali?" Naina guessed.

"Haa wahi, kaha hai?" Sameer turned to ask her with a frown on his face.

"Woh toh maine fek di." She said normally, making him gawk at her in surprise.

"What? But kyun?" He questioned her with a scowl etched on his face.

"Bahut purani lag rahi thi, naya leke aa jaugi main," Naina replied to her husband with a casual smile.

"Arey but it was my favorite comb, I always used to comb my hair with that comb," Sameer spoke acrimoniously while placing his hands on either side of his waist, staring at the girl sitting in front of him with an accusing expression.

"Toh kya zaruri hai lifetime usi comb se hair comb karna hai? Nayi bhi aati hai, maine kaha na ek do din wait karo I'll bring a new one." Naina told her husband with nose flared up and eyes throwing daggers at him.

"Toh ab yeh Ek Do din main baal kaise banau?" Sameer asked her in sarcasm.

"Ek bhi extra comb nahi hai tumhare paas?" Her jaw touched the ground when her husband gave a negative response. She rolled her eyes at him and said irately - "Kaise ho tum yaar, kapde itne rakhe hai khareed kar toh ek comb bhi extra rakh lete. Life me har cheez extra honi hi chahiye hai emergency ke liye."

"Oh really? Toh phir tum bhi rakh lo ek extra husband." Sameer spoke with a tight-lipped smile while raking a frustrated hand through his soaked hair.

"Yeh mazak tha?" Naina confirmed with stern eyes.

"Aur kya hona chahiye tha?" He asked her with a questioning look.

"Ugh, tum meri comb se hair comb karlo apne jab tak nayi nahi aa jati." She started to look for the hairbrush on the table littered with cosmetic items, different pieces of jewellery, and several accessories, and heard her husband giggling, later shaking his head in disbelief as he saw his wife dropping the crystal crimson red bottle of the matte lipstick along with one hair band on the floor.

"Tum jab tak comb dhundogi na tab tak main naya leke aake apne baal bhi bana dunga," Sameer said with a derisive smile while turning back in front of the mirror, setting his wet hair through his fingers.

"Chup raho tum." Naina glowered at him in annoyance and pushed aside the boxes of velvety jewelry sets.

"Mil gayi." She squealed in delight and threw the hair comb at her husband like a bowler throws the bowl at the batsman. He thankfully caught it in his giant hands with wrinkles under his eyes.

"Yeh hai tumhara Hair Comb?" Sameer asked his wife with surprise written all over his face.

"Haa, cute haina?" Naina gave a cute smile.

Sameer stared at the baby pink comb in his hand which was designed with Disney Princess Diana and wondered if this was used by a grown-up girl or a toddler.

"Yeh khud toh badi hui na phir kaha se baby plan karegi." He thought with an amused expression and ran the smooth comb over his nourished thick black hair.

"Tumhare liye bhi main aisi hi ek leke aaugi. Bahut options the waha, Bob The Builder, Motu and Patlu, Tom and Jerry, Chota Bheem aur." Naina's words were interrupted by her husband, who said calmly and sweetly - "Itne pyare hair comb tum apne paas hi rakho, main dhund kar apne liye nayi le aauga."

"Arey but." She stopped, knowing her husband is way too stubborn.

Sameer kept the comb inside the drawer, wore trousers, and started to button up his shirt, continuously humming a song. He closed the last button, earning a seductive look from his wife who had been staring at him all the time like a secret admirer. She winked at her husband and said suggestively - "laga lo jitne buttons lagane hain abhi, baad me toh mujhe nikalney hi hain."

"Correction, Todne hi hai bolo." He spoke with a sweet smile and tucked the leather black belt around his waist while adjusting the trousers.

"Haa wahi." Naina pulled out her tongue and stood up, flipping the collars of his neatly ironed shirt like a good wife. She kept her eyes hooked to his simply-dimply smile and felt his hand sneaking inside her saree to grab her closer to him.

"Phir shuru ho gaye tum," Naina asked her husband with a raised eyebrow.

"Mera bas chale toh main kabhi ruku hi na meri jaan," Sameer replied to her in a husky voice and kissed her cheek which was smelling like a freshly bloomed rose.

"Woh toh main dekh chuki hoon kal raat," Naina smirked at her man while running her henna-cladded palm on his beard.

"Subah phir se dekhlo." He suggested.

"Nahi, raat me jo maza hai woh subah me nahi hai." She said in a throaty voice and blew a tickling kiss against his lips.

"Acha." Sameer twisted his lips in response and tucked away a soft hair strand.

"Looking Handsome." Naina praised her tall man who looked enrapturing in a tight-fitting shirt with an inevitable charm of his beard enhancing the skin tone of his face.

"Only for my Mrs.Beautiful," Sameer replied to his tiny-cute wife in a gruff tone and caressed her pink lip gloss with his thumb.

"Hayeee." Naina reacted to his reply with pure delight framing her face.

"Waise yeh Pagphere ki rasam kisne banayi hai? Aur banayi hai bhi toh thode ache se banani chahiye tha na. Jaise isme biwi ke mayke me pati pura din rahega aur uske sasural wale uski seva karege." Sameer spoke with a twinkling smile, and she joined her eyebrows at him in puzzlement.

"Matlab tumhe mere gharwalo se apne liye seva karani hai?" Naina asked him with a pointed expression.

"Arey main thodi na karne dunga unhe yeh sab. Sirf bata raha hoon ki Pagphere thoda interesting hona chahiye hai, jisme husband ko bhi maza aaye. Yeh kya subah biwi ko uske mayke chod kar aao aur raat ko lene jao...aisa thodi chalta hai. Shadi ko sirf do din hue aur abhi se biwi ko khud se door rakhu?" Sameer complained like a baby who was deeply offended, and Naina couldn't resist herself adoring her Cute Husband.

"Yaar tum itne cute kaise ho sakte ho?" She asked him helplessly while pushing his jaw with her painted nails.

"Main yahan itni serious baat kar raha hoon aur tum ho ki yeh sab karne me busy ho." He looked at her grumpily while scrunching up his nose, wondering if he should alter the Pagphera Rasam according to his liking. It would be fun.

"Arey ab isme gussi-gussi honewali kaunsi baat hai? Raat ko aa jaugi na, kaunsa humesha ke liye door jaa rahi hoon." Naina chuckled softly at her husband's reluctance to let her go to her house.

"Shh." Sameer put his palm over her mouth, staring at her with genuine fear in his dewy eyes. He gulped down arduously and said each word with a menacing expression - "don't ever talk about all this Naina. I swear agar next time phir tumne door hone ki baat ki toh main tumse baat nahi karuga."

"I am sorry." Naina quickly apologized to her husband, whom she unintentionally hurt deeply.

"It's ok." Sameer regained his composure and mumbled in a low voice, averting his rueful gaze, feeling extremely weird for reacting aggressively. She must haven't talked about going miles away from him to hurt him and make him feel insecure once again. Those words must've slipped out of her tongue in zest.

"I am sorry Sameer, main mazak kar rahi thi, main yahi rahugi tumhare paas humesha, trust me babu, main kaha jaugi tumhe chod kar batao mujhe? Kaun itna pyaar karega mujhe tumhare siwaye jo main apna dil kisi aur se laga baithugi? Tum hi mera sab kuch ho aur humesha rahoge." Naina rested her soft palms on either side of his rough cheeks, looking at his scared expression with sheer guilt enveloping her heart. She tried her best to convince her man with her heart-calming words. It was true that nobody in this world can ever love her so madly, deeply, insanely, and selflessly other than Sameer. He was, he is, and will always be the only person who gave her priority and respect above everything. Loved her like no other can, outrageously spoiled her with his caring and sweet nature, pampered her with little presents, surprised her a million times when she least expected it, embraced her flaws and errors with a big smile on his face, and protected and guided her like a knight in shining armor whenever she was in a dilemma, problem, or complicated situation.

Sameer was someone who was an angel in her life in the form of a Human Being.

"I know, I know, I know," Sameer repeated his words with a clueless face, trying to calm down his inner turmoil, his eyes holding remorse for overreacting to her joke.

Naina pressed her lips, sewing her eyes in annoyance for being such a careless girl who despite knowing how sensitive her husband is was trying to reopen his old wounds. She vehemently shook her head, berating her tongue she had no control over the words she used to tease Sameer. She truthfully didn't mean to make him feel hurt and insecure about her being there in his life for a short period. She has promised to be with him till her last breath and she wouldn't ever break her promise. No matter what.

"Naina, tumhe pata hai, jab hum relationship me aaye the na tabhi se main humesha insecure raha hoon tumhe lekar. I am sorry but this is a bitter truth I was hiding from you. I love you so much ki tumhe khone ka darr humesha mere dil me rehta hai, aur shayad lifetime rahega because I don't trust my luck. I have been so unlucky since childhood that it is hard to believe ki mera luck suddenly itna change ho gaya hain." Sameer verbally expressed his concealed feelings with faint drops of tears in his quivering eyes, and Naina squeezed her moist lips in acknowledgment, batting her lashes at him while stroking his hairy cheeks with her fingers.

"Tumhe insecure feel karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai. Shuru se maine tumhe wrong prove kiya hai aur aage bhi karugi kyuki main tumse itna pyaar karti hu ki chahe jo ho jaye, tumhara saath chod ne ke bare me soch bhi nahi paugi. Us khayal se hi mujhe khud pe sharam aa jayegi." Naina assured her feeble man in a soft voice while caressing his darkening stubble, and he bobbed his head, gripping her wrists with his fingers.

"I am sorry. You don't have to prove your love for me, main janta hoon sab kuch." Sameer said calmly, normalizing his frantic heartbeat.

"Please put a smile on your face now." Naina requested, innocently staring at her tall man. Sameer struggled to press a smile on his morose face but eventually, he did it, making her feel relaxed now.

"I Love You." She lovingly pinched his nose and rested a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you too," Sameer replied to her with a small smile, patting her head.

Naina knew her husband was still in a gloomy mood but currently, she couldn't make it to him considering the situation they were in. They have to visit her home for the Pagphere Rasam but she internally vowed to make him feel good by night. She will make him smile to his fullest and erase his pessimistic thoughts with her love and efforts.

"Chalein ab?" Sameer asked his wife with a gentle smile after a few seconds.

"Haa chalo." Naina nodded, looking at herself in the mirror to see if something was left to wear.

Sameer stood behind her, gazed at her head-to-toe lovingly, and said - "Perfect lag rahi ho ekdum, kuch retouch ki zarurat nahi hain."

Naina warmly smiled at her husband's prompt response and walked alongside him to the door.

• At 11:30 Am.

The door was opened and Parisha was seen playing with a classic dora kitchen set, giving empty plastic teeny-weeny cups of tea to Phulla Bhua and Balloon while tittering. She saw her Aatya and Cute Stranger standing at the entrance with warm beams spreading wide on their faces and she quickly rushed to embrace Naina, making everyone else aware of the two people's presence. They saw an exchange of pure joy between Bhua and Niece, and Naina zestfully showered the little human with a bundle of spongy kisses, making Sameer feel tremendously jealous of Smiling Parisha as she got his share of kisses and hugs from this beautiful woman who is also known as his wife.

Parisha flared up her nose at the cute stranger for stealing her favorite human and Sameer responded to her angry reaction with the same expression, making her feel more aggressive. She gritted her teeny-weeny teeth at the tall man while clinging onto Naina like a male mosquito, and Sameer too didn't leave any stone unturned to show his childishness by making weird faces. Prashant watched the duo in confusion and disbelief, wondering what sort of kiddish drama was going on between his so-called Ji-Ja-Ji and his daughter.

"Aap andar nahi aaode (aaoge)" Parisha told the cute stranger who isn't cute anymore in a strident voice.

"Kyun babu?" Naina asked the little human with a perplexed face.

"Yaar tum kya sabko Babu hi bulati ho, isko babu, shivu ko babu, Shivika ko babu, aur mujhe bhi. Kuch toh difference rakho mere me aur bacho me." Sameer frowned upon his wife who regarded him with a sharp glare.

"Yeh koi time hai complaint karne ki?" Naina asked him in a firm voice.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes at her.

"Batao na babu aapke Cute Stranger andar kyu nahi aa sakte hai?" She turned to question the angry Parisha in a babyish tone.

"Betause (because) inhone aapto muzse (mujhse) dool (door) tiya (kiya) pata hai main aapto tinna (kitna) miss kal lahi (rahi) hoon palsu (parsu) se," Parisha spoke with a cry like expression while snuggling against Naina, holding her tightly out of fear of losing her again.

"Awwww meri jaan, main kaha door hui hoon aapse, dekho main toh yahi hu," Naina replied to the weeping girl in a gentle voice, caressing her ponytails with affection.

"Still I don't lite (like) him," Parisha announced in a stern voice while glaring at the tall man, who exhaled in disappointment, musing if this duo of father and daughter had any personal enmity with him for being closer to Naina.

"Aisa nahi bolte babu, aap good baby hona?" Naina tried to cajole the little baby while stroking her bubbly cheek, and Parisha curved her pink lips for an adorable pout.

"Yesh, but tell him to not tate (take) you away from me." The little version of the hot-headed doctor warned Sameer in a firm voice.

"Okay okay, ab toh andar aane do at least." Naina decided to dismiss this topic for now and agree with Parisha's cute demand.

"What okay? Tum yahan nahi rahogi I am telling you, Naina." Sameer told his wife with furrowed eyebrows while expressing his disappointment.

"Are yaar kashala yevda vadhavate ahes mintar tyala shant karte ahe," Naina replied to her husband in a Marathi style so that the little human couldn't understand what her aunt was saying to her uncle.

(Arey yaar, kyun tum baat ko badha rahe ho, main sirf use coax karne ki koshish kar rahi hoon)

"Tar thik ahe bol je bolaich ahe te." Sameer gave a cute smile in relaxation.

(Oh toh fir theek hain, bolo jo bolna hai)

"Tumhi lok over smart nako banut mala pan Marathi yete samajala ka," Parisha spoke with a knowing smile on her chubby face, and SamaiNa stared at her in sheer flabbergast, their mouth hanging open.

(Aap log over smart mat bano mujhe bhi marathi aati hai)

"Isko kisne itni marathi sikhayi hai?" Naina mumbled with a bewildered countenance while wetting her baby pink lips, watching her niece sticking out her tongue at Sameer when he acted like a child to aggravate her.

Two kids together...

Danger!!!

To be continue...

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