Woh pehli baar jab ham mile,
Hathon mein haath jab ham chale
Hogaya yeh dil deewana,
Hota hai pyar kya kisne jaana

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I got ready in a sky-blue pattu saree with the help of my mom and aunt. I wore some matching bangles and a pair of jhumkas to complete my look. Like other days, I wasn't nervous, seems like I got used to it as a routine.

My mom entered hurriedly in my room giving me the instructions which am hearing from two months.

1) keep your head low. Don't talk much. Answer all of their questions without stammering.

2) keep smiling always and if possible make an impression on the people.

I descended the stairs slowly keeping my head low and lifted my head to take a peek at the people chattering in the hall. A family of five are seated on the couch and a girl on bean bag talking with my mom and scrolling the phone at the same time.

Rolling my eyes, taking a deep breath I went in front of them and after all the pleasantries exchanged, I sat opposite to them giving them a full opportunity to scrutinize me like how they wanted. They can even perform surgery on me, I don't have any problem and my family probably won't have it too.

"Samosas are made by her, she is so good at cooking" Hearing my mother routine dialogue, I sighed shaking my head mentally. Only if they knew the samosas are bought from the bakery
and all the other items which they are hogging on.

"Kabir wants to talk with Niyati alone" I heard that aunt's voice. I got up seeing my mother gave permission and asked him to follow me to my garden. As soon as we were out in the garden area which is so precious to me, I heaved a breath of relief rubbing my cheeks with my both hands giving them the much-needed relief forgetting someone was watching me.

Feeling his gaze on me, I turned towards him and took a good look of him. He is good looking and not overweight. His hair is messy and in a white shirt, he is looking cool. Not bad. If this works out, I can at least say that I got married to an average -looking husband.

"Done checking me out" I heard his remark which instantly made me shoot daggers at him. Clearing my throat, I walked further knowing that he will follow me. Taking a seat on one of the chairs which are arranged in the garden under the shade of a tree, I sat happily feeling the fresh air.

"Weren't you and your family checking me from the past hour as if I was a serial killer? Ask what you want to and please leave quickly, am very tired today" I replied pressing my forehead with my fingers looking at the grass beneath my feet.

"Aren't you nervous?" He asked looking at me which made me smile.

"No. Why would I be? It is my 30th match." As soon as he heard the answer, he looked shocked for something unable to understand.

"Seriously? Why?" He asked looking at me.

"Oh once, I went out to buy some groceries and When I came home, Mom was hosting a group of people who came unannounced and the boy said am rejected just because I was not wearing my dupatta. Come on, seriously who wears a dupatta on the skirt and crop top? My grandmother is modern than him" He chuckled hearing that and I glared at him making him press his lips to stop from laughing. He looked cute though.

"Secondly, I got compliments of how short and how am fat. Not working, A housewife in this era, How will they manage their kids if I don't have a job. She is good but something didn't click. and what not" He is listening to me so intently as a judge listens to the lawyer's points in a court. A plus point if I married him.

"Now your turn and am tired, don't ask me to speak. My cheeks are hurting from smiling so much like a model in the toothpaste advertisement" I replied looking at him who is looking at me intently making me feel conscious.

"I can't wait to have you in my arms, kiss you senseless and cuddle with you daily" As soon as I heard him, I felt my breath getting short, my eyes wide and an unknown emotion passed through my body giving me butterflies and goosebumps. I coughed to make my breath even and taking a glass filled with water, I drank calming my nerves avoiding to look at him.

Before I can think anything to say, I was in his arms, his left arm wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him, he leaned down making me clutch his shirt in my fist. I can feel his hot breath on my neck making me shiver and his hand on my waist drawing patterns making me squirm in his hold.

"Mrs Niyati Kabir Khanna" He whispered before claiming my lips with his making me gasp. I can
feel him smile in the kiss, Squeezing my waist he invaded my mouth with his tongue making me moan. I pulled his hair making him groan. Biting my lower lip and soothing it with his upper lip he left my lips leaving me breathless, making my knees go weak.

"Mumma... Mumma" My thoughts got disturbed looking at my 5-year-old son who is playing with his father. Kabir came towards me lifting his son in his arms making him giggle.

"Happy seventh-anniversary love" Kabir kissed my forehead and our son's cheek making my heart swell and beat for him always. He became my world, my solace.

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The end