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The next morning Mandira woke up to Vidyut's kisses. Her sleepy eyes opened to see him ready in the butter yellow Kurta she chose for the Haldi ceremony. Seeing her waking up, he pecked her lips, but Mandira frowned at the taste of his kiss.

"Your kiss tastes like smoke," She made an unpleasant expression and wiped her lips, not liking the taste at all.

Vidyut slapped his head, "Oops, sorry. I was smoking just a while ago."

Mandira's frown widened. She had only seen him smoke on their wedding night. After that, she never saw a cigarette in his hand.

"How come I never saw you smoking after the wedding night?" She asked him curiously.

"Because I only smoke when no one is around me. That night was an exception," He replied while tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Let's brush our teeth together then," she passed him a lazy smile and left the bed.

As they brushed their teeth while standing side by side in front of the wash basin, they looked at each other's amusing face in the mirror. Vidyut was fully dressed while Mandira was still standing in her lingerie.

After rinsing her mouth, Mandira turned towards Vidyut, "I'm going to get showered. Can you please heat up the leftover pizza for me?" She asked with puppy eyes.

Vidyut glared at her. But he couldn't say anything because he was still brushing his teeth. Mandira smiled and pulled his cheeks before stepping into the shower panel.

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Vidyut went downstairs to heat up the cold leftover pizza and returned to see Mandira sitting on the bed wearing a bathrobe.

"You showered already?" He asked in surprise.

Mandira nodded, "I'm starving," She raised her arms, asking for the plate of pizza.

Vidyut handed her the plate and sat down beside her. Mandira began enjoying the pizza while Vidyut rested his head against her shoulder. She patted his head and continued eating. After finishing the pizza, Mandira headed into the closet. Vidyut followed her inside.

She untied the knot of her bathrobe and was removing it when she saw her husband's reflection in the mirror who was looking at her with interest. Mandira smirked, "are you horny?"

Vidyut chuckled, "Little bit."

She let the bathrobe slide down her body and fall on the floor. She looked at him through the mirror and smiled seductively, "But we'll get late for Haldi."

Vidyut pulled out his phone and made a call, "Bhai, Mandira is running late. Go ahead with Kajal and Vaidehi... Okay."

The call ended and Vidyut took predatory steps towards his wife. She was pushed against the cupboard, her naked figure pressed against his clothed body. Ah, that's unfair though.

His lips met her earlobe, kissing it and then whispered a warning into it, "Let me warn you, wifey. We are already running late, so let's do it properly this time. I won't stop no matter what. It will only end you come. Understood?"

Mandira was too shocked to respond. She just focused on helping him remove the Kurta and pajama and the boxers. Uff, the sight between his legs was dizzying, but in a good way.

A hand held her waist while the other pulled up her leg and wrapped it around his torso. He attacked her soft lips while his manhood slowly proceeded towards her entrance. Mandira scratched his back and pulled his wavy hair as he entered inside her inch by inch. She caressed the bullet scar on his arm, that she gave him.

He paused the kiss and asked her, "Are you okay? Is it hurting too much?"

Mandira shook her head, "Nah, not too much. I can handle it."

Vidyut nodded with a smile and kissed her again. He wrapped her both legs around his torso. She was now hanging in the air, pressed between him and the cupboard.

His phone rang in the pocket of his discarded pajama, but Vidyut ignored it. He could only focus on his wife's moans and the fresh claw marks she gave him on his back.

"Oops, my fake nail broke," Mandira tsked.

"Then stop clawing at my back. It's stinging now," He complained to her.

"Aye, be a good husband!" She scolded him jokingly and pulled his cheek, earning a faster penetration from her 'good' husband. He dipped his head and kissed her bouncing breasts.

"Vidyut!" She moaned his name. Her moans encouraged him and Vidyut fucked her harder. Hard enough to make her climax. Mandira held onto him tightly as she came. Vidyut took her to the bedroom and gently put her on the bed.

Mandira thought their lovemaking was over. But Vidyut put his head between her thighs, getting a taste of it while making her wither like a leaf.

"Vidyut, let's get dressed," Mandira patted his head.

Vidyut looked up at her, "But you taste so good," and he went back to licking her.

"Vidyut, we can do it again after coming back home," She offered, otherwise, he won't leave her and they'll miss the Haldi ceremony.

"Promise?" asked Vidyut.

"Promise." Mandira nodded.

Vidyut got up with a sigh and tried to peck her, but Mandira immediately put her hand against her lips.

"Nope! Not with my hormones in your mouth."

Vidyut rolled his eyes and headed back to the closet. Mandira first cleaned herself in the bathroom and then quickly got ready for the Haldi ceremony.

Together they went downstairs and Vidyut let her drive to the venue.

"You should get a driving license now," Vidyut told her as she parked the car.

"And a gun license too," Mandira added while turning off thr ignition.

"So that you can shoot me again?" He arched his eyebrow and stepped out of the car.

"Aye, that was a misunderstanding, naa," Mandira stepped out and locked the car before heading inside the house with him.

"But the wound was real, naa," Vidyut teased her. Mandira slid the car keys into the pocket of his Butter Yellow Kurta.

She wrapped her hands around his arm as they neared the garden, "Vidyut, we made out for the first time that time. Remember it as a good memory."

"You know what, if you ever get shot, I'll make out with you and then tell you to remember it as a good memory," He joked.

"Go ahead," Mandira shrugged and let of his arm.

Haldi ceremony was still going on in the garden of Devra residence. Vyom and Manyata were clad in Haldi. Vidyut and Mandira greeted everyone. Mandira side-hugged Manyata and applied some paste on her cheeks. BurVidyut took a handful of Haldi and next Vyom's black hair was colored yellow.

"Vidyut, you bast-" Vyom almost cursed his friend in front of the guests. But Manya hit his arm, stopping him from cursing his friend out loud.

Vidyut didn't stop there and rubbed the paste on Mandira's cheeks.

"Vidyut!" Mandira shrieked. She also rubbed the paste on his face. Vidyut, who was smirking earlier, was now frowning at her. While everyone laughed at their antics.

Vyom's mother spoke while laughing, "Both of you go to the guestroom and clean yourself. Vidyut, you know the way, right?"

"Yes, auntie," Vidyut nodded and wrapped his arm around Mandira's waist as they headed inside the bungalow.

"You put the Haldi on my waist too," Mandira pouted.

"I'll wash it for you," He told her romantically and caressed her waist.

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"Hey!" Yuvraj greeted Devika as he sat down beside her on the swing at the backyard, away from the celebrations happening in the garden.

"Why are you sitting here?" He asked.

"The friend I was avoiding last night at the party. She came today as well. So I'll sit here and wait for her to leave," Devika told him honestly, and she herself didn't know why she told him that.

"You look beautiful in this yellow saree," He complimented her.

"Thanks," Devika replied. She had worn the same saree on Mandira's wedding, when she ended up getting married instead. And now that Yuvraj was showing interest in her, she was feeling guilty.

She looked at him and seeing him smile so lovingly at her, her heart sank in sadness.

"I can't accept your proposal."

Yuvraj was left off-gaurd by her sudden rejection.

"Why?"

Devika hesitated but then answered to him, "It's... quite complicated. And it's not like I'm deeply in love with you to take the risk."

"So you will only take the risk when you'll fall in love with me?" He smirked.

"Yes." Devika nodded.

"Then I'll wait for you to fall in love with me. Then you can tell me about the complicated things happening in your life."

"It would be easier if you just date someone else."

"I don't date. I want to marry you. Only you." Yuvraj was very serious when he uttered those words.

"Why?" And his words only confused her.

"I don't know. You make me feel like marrying you," the innocence of his words did not match his personality at all.

"Can you please leave? I want to be alone," Devika couldn't really digest his sweet words.

"Okay, but we'll meet again at the Sangeet tonight. Will you dance with me?" That smile on his face made him so adorable that she wanted to pinch his cheeks.

"Just go away!" She pushed him instead of pinching his cheeks.

"Alright, alright, sweetheart!" He stood up from the swing.

"Don't call me that!" She shouted at him.

"Okay, sweetheart!" He laughed and walked away.

"Get lost!" Devika shouted again in annoyance.

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"Vidyut, are you helping me or flirting with me?" Mandira asked Vidyut, who was wiping off the Haldi from her waist for a little too long.

"Of course, wifey, I'm flirting with you."

"Vidyut, we should go downstairs or everyone will think we are making out in the guestroom."

Vidyut was about to say something but he got a phone call.

"It's an important call. Wait for me. We'll head downstairs together." Saying so he headed outside the room.

Mandira fixed her saree and stepped out of the bathroom to see Yuvraj sitting on the armchair.

"Long time no see, Mandira," He smirked.

Mandira was caught off guard by his presence but she calmed down herself, "I already know you are Vini's brother. So you better drop the act and be straightforward."

"Well, I'm still wondering how the hell you got married."

"Oh, you must be disappointed, right? Your six months of drama was fruitless. You failed to ruin my marriage." Well, she couldn't give him the satisfaction by telling him about the disaster that happened in her and Devika's life because of him.

"My scheme might have failed. But I will make you pay for your crime, no matter what."

"Do you have any evidence to prove I pushed her down the building? Talk about revenge only when you know what happened that night."

"I'm not here to listen to your rubbish. Accept your crime yourself, or worse things will happen in your life."

"I'm not scared of you."

Situation was intense. It seemed like one of them was going to get killed by the other in that moment. But Vidyut returned to the room.

"Arrey, Yuvi, you are here!" Vidyut was surprised to find his best friend there and went to hug him.

Yuvraj quickly wore a smile and hugged back Vidyut, "I came to meet Bhabhi."

Mandira rolled her eyes and cringed internally while faking a friendly smile.

"Acha, we'll meet tonight. Right now we have to go back home." Vidyut patted Yuvraj's arm and turned around to look at Mandira, "Let's go."

Mandira nodded with a smile and held his hand. They walked out of the room while Yuvraj glared at their intertwined hands.

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Mandira was thinking of ways to tackle Yuvraj throughout the car ride.

"You are unusually quiet. Anything wrong?" Vidyut asked her as the car reached the house. The security guards opened the gate and he drove inside. The jeep of bodyguards entered after them.

"I'm hungry, I guess," Mandira lied.

The car halted and they stepped out. Vidyut handed the car keys to a security guard. Mandira was heading towards the entrance of the house when she felt a pang in her left arm. Her feet stumbled and she looked down at her arm. Her yellow sleeve had turned bloody red as blood oozed out of her arm. That's when she realised she was shot. Everyone around her panicked. Security guards scattered to catch the shooter. While Vidyut picked her up in his arms and helped her get in the car's backseat. A trained driver quickly sat behind the steering wheel and turned on the ignition.

As they drove to the hospital, a very clueless Vidyut was pressing Mandira's wound. His hands were now covered in her blood and it was a nauseating sight for him.

"Mandira, stay awake, okay."

Mandira was crying in pain, "Why were you acting so normal when I shot you? It hurts like hell!"

Vidyut kept listening to her rant. At least, it diverted her attention from the pain. She rested her head against his chest. He patted her head, "We are almost there, hmm."

"It must be Yuvraj. He almost got me killed. Now I'm not going to leave him."

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It's not raining here 😔
Weather is still very hot and thus, my writing speed is as slow as a tortoise currently.

But I hope you enjoyed the chapter ❤️