She smiled as she fixed the final piece of jewellery, a simple, yet elegant jhumka on her ear.

Looking at herself for the final time, she pushed back the few loose strands of hair from her face, smiling at the mirror. She slightly angled her face, checking if everything was perfect.

She grinned to herself, imagining his reaction. A small peal of laughter bloomed on her face. Today was one of the happiest day of her life. She could finally build her forever with the love of her life.

Shaking away the wide smile that broke out on her face, she got up, adjusting the choli on her head, and finally moving towards the lehenga splayed out on the bed.

She looked at it with a slight gleam in her eyes. He was the one who chose it.

Her chain of thoughts was broken by the sudden sound of shattering glass. Alarmed, she looked around for a weapon, finding no other, she pulled out the pocket knife which had was earlier being used as an ornament to secure her hair. It's sheath and handle which were decorated, hence it could easily be mistaken as a harmless hair stick.

She looked around the room, there it was. A broken photo frame, on the wall opposite to the window, and a stone! Someone threw a stone through the window?

She walked towards the window stealthily, the stick-knife in hand. Carefully, she peeped out, and almost yelled.

"Hi!"

Monu turned and almost hung out of the window, her gaze alternating between the stone and the person looking up at her.

"SID! You mad or what!? Tu kya kar raha hai yahan?" She asked concerned and a little panicked.

"Uff! Kya lag rahi hai! Dole shole ekdam clarified butter ki tarah pighlega" he said, dramatically placing a hand over his chest.

"Sid point pe aa!"

"Oh wait, that's not the point,...sorry haan! I don't do stones, isiliye thoda sa aim inge punge ho gaya!" He yelled at her, his voice echoing along with the chirping crickets.

"Sid tu theek hai na? Yahan kyu hai?"

"Monu brooo, I'm awesome! Tu apni soch, Khadoos ke saath tujhe rehna hai, mujhe nahi!"

"Sid! Seedhe seedhe bol na! Tu yaha kyu hai? Time nahi hai mere paas, lehenga bhi pehenna hai!"

"Oof, forget about it Monu..." he said, squinching his eyes.

"Matlab...?"

"Matlab ye ki--"

"Oye, Sid idhar aa, madad kar" a familiar voice interrupted him. Sid ran over into the shadow of the building, the source of the voice.

"Karan?"

"Ji Rani Sahiba." Karan said, his voice a little strained. A ladder suddenly appeared out of the darkness, it's top landing heavily on the window sill. Monami moved back a few steps.

"Tum dono pagal ho gaye ho kya? Shaadi hai meri ek ghante me!" Monu replied worriedly.

"Correction, humaari." Karan's voice declared.

"Haan...vahi...lekin hum andar bhi toh shaadi kar sakte hai na? Tum ye kya kar rahe ho?" Monu replied, panic laced in her voice.

"Monu yaar, tu fattu hai! Bhaga rahe hai Karan bro tujhe!"

"Sid tu chup kar! Tu thoda crack hai. Karan? Tum toh crack nahi ho..."

"Mai same vahi boring shaadi ko thoda spice up kar raha hu, Monami, do you trust me?"

"Of course!"

"Then please climb down. I promise, mai disappoint nahi karunga." His voice sounded gentle, but gave her a strange sense of peace, as if everything would be alright. Without a thought she climbed down.

Jumping the final step, she turned to face him. There he was, his eyes fixed on her, his mouth slightly agape in awe. She smiled at him, warmth creeping up to her cheeks. Sid watched them with a playful smirk.

"Ahem, ahem." Sid interrupted, faking a cough. Karan immediately snapped out of his trance. As if in a burst of realisation, Monami's smile fell.

"Karan, lekin maine lehenga nahi pehna...aur mere baal khule hai, von maine pin nikaal di thi, and abhi tak I haven't even--"

"Shhhh. Koi baat nahi, tum kaa-- no, bohot.. achhi lag rahi ho..." he smiled at her, reaching out for her hand. Unable to resist she smiled back at him, gripping his hand.

"Aur jo panditji ne time nikaala tha shaadi ka?"

"Rani sahiba do baatein, pehli, mujhe ye sab nahi chahiye- ye extravagant functions, ye bheed, ye khaana. Mujhe bas tum chahiye ho. Doosri, tumhaara hone ke liye mujhe koi special time nahi chahiye, tumhaara saath bitaaya hua har time mere liye special hai."

Monami looked at him, giving him a flattered smile.

"Vaise...ek bike hai, aur hum teen hai..." Monami pointed out the obvious. Karan gave an almost evil smirk, before turning to Sid. Monami bit back her smile, realizing what he was thinking.

"Saale sahab..."

"Mujhe kyu aise dekh rahe ho!" He pleaded.

A few minutes later, the buzzing of the motor cycle engine faded away into the night, decked with their joyful laughs.

Almost half an hour later, Sanjana and Koel walked into Monami's room, and were taken aback to see not Monami, but a Sid who was very engrossed in his work- taking apart an alarm clock.

"Oh, hi Sanju, hi koel!" He almost chirped.

"Siddhart...Monami kahan hai?"

Sid looked at her with a pitiful expression, before shrugging and pulling out a letter from his coat pocket.

Koel took the letter, reading it out aloud.

"Find us if you can, tumhaare paas kal 1400 hours tak ka time hai. All the best, commandos.....K.S." Koel looked up puzzled.

The door flew open, and a concerned Faizi walked in,

"Tum logo ne Karan ko dekha?"

Sanjana smiled at him.

"Sirji, Karan Sirji ne shaadi me 4 chaand laga diye. Naya mission aao hai, Mission Shaadi." She said, a determined, excited expression replacing the concern on her face, as she pulled up her hair in a pony, ready for the new mission.

Faizi smiled inwardly. Ye kabhi nahi sudhrenge.

A/N: Ok, sorry. I wasn't active since a long long time. And I prolly won't be till 13th. Tests suck.