Hey buzzing souls!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!✨❤️I couldn't help posting an update today! I really hope this year will be the best and iconic one for y'all! May all my girls get their fictional mafias, businessmen and soft pookies this year and vice versa for men too! Enjoy reading & at least today I expect a really good response!

Wish me luch for my exams, please...✨
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The Breakfast Banter: Crackers Edition (Author's POV)

The dining table was a battlefield of words and laughter as everyone dove into breakfast.

Rivan, ever the mischief-maker, leaned forward with a devilish grin. "Guys, I've cracked it-everyone here is basically a firecracker."

Aashika raised an eyebrow. "You're going to start something stupid, aren't you?"

"Stupid or genius? You decide," Rivan shot back. "Let me begin with Rohit. He's zamin chakkar-always spinning around you, Aashika. No wonder you keep him dizzy."

The table burst into laughter as Rohit tried to defend himself. "Hey! I work too, maybe sometimes-"

"And you orbit too," Rishika teased, smirking. "Face it, bhai, you're like Earth's satellite-permanently revolving around your earth, Aashika madam."

Aashika flicked a crumb at Rohit, laughing. "Fair. But Rivan, if you're starting this nonsense, you're the sutli bomb. Always hyped, noisy, but nine out of ten times? Phuss!"

"Betrayed by my own family!" Rivan clutched his chest dramatically. "Fine! Then Aashika, you're the hydrogen bomb. One word from you, and BOOM! Destruction everywhere."

"Oh, you'd know," Aashika retorted with a smirk. "But Siya is phuljhari-graceful and glowing, but one spark and she's gone phissss! Soft but fleeting."

Siya tried to keep a straight face but burst out laughing. "If I'm a phuljhari, then Rishika is a rocket! Always shooting for the stars, but you better stay out of her way when she takes off! Otherwise-"

Rishika smirked. "And Kartik is definitely a flower pot cracker. All flashy on the outside, but pretty harmless in the end."

"Excuse me?!" Kartik threw a napkin at her. "If I'm a flower pot, then Ruhan is the atom bomb. Silent, composed, but when he goes off, you're done for."

Ruhan chuckled quietly. "Coming from a guy who trips over his own shoelaces, that's rich."

Aparna, who had been calmly buttering her toast, finally chimed in. "Kartik, if you're a flower pot, then your Chachi Mansi is the garland cracker. Buzzing nonstop, making sure everyone stays entertained-even when we don't want her to."

Mansi pointed a spoon at Aparna. "And you're the grand finale rocket. Always waiting for the perfect moment to strike, but when you do? You take over the whole sky."

Everyone howled with laughter as Mansi added, "And Rivan is still the sutli bomb. No one's arguing with that!"

"I hate this family," Rivan groaned, though his grin gave him away.

Mansi smirked. "And let's not forget, zamin chakkar Rohit-poor guy's been spinning so much he doesn't even know if it's breakfast or dinner."

Rohit finally threw his hands up. "I'm done. Forget crackers, I'm mithai. Sweet and everyone's favorite. Deal with it!"

"Sweet?" Aashika teased, arching a brow. "Only when you're not whining about me stealing your food!"

The table erupted in uncontrollable laughter as Rivan shook his head in mock disappointment. "This family is a circus, and I love it."

"And you're the monkey of the circus!" Everybody hyped in chorus and Rivan couldn't help a sheepish grin.

Just then, Aparna cleared her throat, silencing the chaos for a moment. "All right, enough about crackers. Tomorrow's Diwali and the preparations aren't going to do themselves, so let's get moving."

"Yes, Maa." they chorused obediently, but the snickers and side comments didn't stop as they left the table, ready to set Diwali-and each other-alight with their antics.

The "Diwali Ka Bomb Phat Gaya" Moment (Rohit's POV)

The place was alive with the chaos of Diwali prep-lights being hung in all the wrong places, snacks disappearing faster than they were made, and, as usual, Rivan dodging any actual work. I was supervising-okay, lounging on the sofa-when I saw him.

Ruhan stormed into the room like a man on a mission, his phone clutched in his hand as if it held his mortal enemy. I could tell from the look on his face that something big was about to drop.

"Rohit!" His voice boomed across the hall, causing Rivan to nearly drop a tray of diyas.

"Uh-oh," Rivan muttered. "Looks like someone forgot to wish him good morning."

I leaned back, feigning nonchalance. "Yes, Ruhan, my favorite Bhaiya! How can I make your day brighter?"

"How about explaining THIS?" he snapped, shoving his phone in my face.

On the screen was an email-something about a theater being booked under 'his' name ten days ago.

"Oh, that," I said, scratching the back of my head. "Yeah, I meant to tell you about that. Nice font in the email, though. Very professional."

"Nice font?!" he bellowed. "You bought an ENTIRE theater and used my name! What kind of a psycho does that?"

"It's called romance, Bhai Jaan!" I said, smirking.

Ajay, who had been munching on sweets nearby, chimed in, "Wait, is this about that midnight show Aashika mentioned? Bro, you really went all out, huh?"

"Not just all out," Rivan added, grinning. "Rohit called me in a panic that day. 'Rivan, save my love life!' he said. So, obviously, I came through."

"Rivan, shut up," Ruhan snapped. "You helped this dumb, right?."

"Helped?" Rivan said, mock offended. "I'm the mastermind behind the whole thing. Midnight calls, hushed deals, sneaking it under your name-it was art."

"Art?!" Ruhan looked like he was about to combust. "It's identity theft, you idiots!"

"Relax, Ruhan," I said, waving him off. "No one will think you actually did it. It's just... impossible."

"IMPOSSIBLE?!" he repeated, his voice cracking.

"You're the only one in the family who's aura always screams, 'I have money and no social life,'" Rivan quipped, earning a high-five from Ajay.

Ajay leaned back, laughing. "Oh, man, this is the best Diwali gift ever. Watching Ruhan go full Hulk over something so stupid."

"It's not stupid," I said, pretending to be offended. "Aashika was impressed. And let's be honest, you wouldn't have pulled this off, Ruhan. You're too... what's the word?"

"Responsible?" Rivan offered.

"Boring," I corrected, dodging the pillow Ruhan hurled at me.

"For god's sake, I'm the only eligible doctor among you fiascos or whatever!" Ruhan groaned. "What do you think happens if this nonsense leaks? People will think I've lost my mind!"

He emphasized the word eligible....Perks of being in a higher grade, you know!

Rivan smirked. "Relax, Dr. Bollywood. No one's going to know. Except, of course, your PA... and whoever he gossips with."

"Rivan!"

"I'm serious" Rivan said, not looking the least bit sorry.

"Why do I even talk to you people?" Ruhan muttered, rubbing his temples. "Ajay, say something sane."

Ajay shrugged, popping another sweet into his mouth. "Honestly, I'm just here for the entertainment. Rivan's got the popcorn ready, I'm sure."

"You guys are impossible," Ruhan said, glaring at all of us.

"And yet, you love us," I said, grinning. "Come on, admit it. Deep down, you're impressed by the sheer brilliance of this plan."

"Deep down, I want to hang all three of you!" he deadpanned.

"Aw, love you too, bhai," Rivan said, blowing him a kiss.

Ajay raised a ladoo in salute. "To the best Diwali drama ever. Shit! That fairy light fell down again!" He rushed to the spot!

As Ruhan stormed off, muttering curses under his breath, I couldn't help but smile.

Sure, I might've hijacked his reputation or sold him off for my love life, but hey, that's what brothers are for, right? Obviously after selling him, he could've just killed his master and come back to me. Then, just like good money diggers, we could've divided the money!👽 Bhai for a reason!🤫

The Beautiful Mess, (Author's POV)

The Bhardwaj Haveli buzzed with life, the laughter of its occupants echoing over the soft crackle of diyas and the faint rustle of marigold garlands swaying in the evening breeze.

Amidst this, Mansi and Aparna, the epitome of santoor mothers-in-law, sat on the veranda, sipping tea with a quiet air of satisfaction as they watched the beautiful chaos unfold before them.

"You know, Aparna di," Mansi said, her voice laced with amusement, "marrying our sons to such strict girls was nothing short of genius."

Aparna chuckled, her gaze following Siya, Aashika, and Rishika as they playfully argued over rangoli colors. "Absolutely. Look at Ruhan. Ironing Siya's dupatta this morning? I never thought I'd see the day when my son would know the difference between chiffon and organza."

"And Ajay?" Mansi chimed in. "He was cleaning diyas under Rishika's orders like a disciplined schoolboy. It's hard to believe this is the same boy who once 'accidentally' lost the broom so he wouldn't have to clean his room."

Aparna smirked. "Oh, and Rohit? He was in the kitchen today, asking me if he should garnish the sweets with almonds or pistachios. Which one would everybody love? Seriously! Otherwise he was a professional chef doing everything according to recipes!"

"These boys needed grooming," Mansi said, a fond smile on her lips. "And these girls? They're perfection."

"Agreed," Aparna said, raising her teacup in a mock toast. "Here's to us-the masterminds behind this beautiful mess."

Their laughter filled the air as they exchanged stories of their sons' transformations, the kind only three strict and capable daughters-in-law could inspire.

At the far end of the courtyard, the brothers-Ruhan, Ajay, Rohit, Kartik, Rivan and their friends-stood huddled, clearly plotting something.

"I swear, ever since we got married, we've become glorified assistants," Ajay muttered, holding a tray of sparklers. "Do you know Rishika actually made me redo the rangoli twice?"

Ruhan chuckled, crossing his arms. "Welcome to the club, little brother. Last week, Siya handed me a list of groceries and said, 'Make sure you get the organic kind.' Since when do I know what organic even means?"

Rohit smirked. "At least you didn't end up in a war over curtains. Yesterday, we were discussing it, as she saw my room's gloomy pictures in Maa's phone. Aashika wanted white for the bedroom. I suggested blue. Guess what color we ended up with?"

"White," Ajay deadpanned.

"White," Rohit confirmed, sighing dramatically.

Rivan couldn't help but laugh. "And you thought running a restaurant was hard."

Nearby, the three daughters-in-law were having their own lively discussion.

"Siya, the look on Ruhan's face when you made him iron your lehenga was priceless!" Rishika teased.

Siya grinned. "I didn't make him. I politely requested by giving him a death threat. And he did it. That's what matters."

"And Ajay?" Aashika added, glancing at Rishika. "He looked like he was defusing a bomb when you asked him to help with the rangoli."

Rishika giggled. "Oh god! I'm never asking him to do anything again! He helped a LOT! By stepping all over it!"

Siya nudged her, "Aww! Sweetie, you should feel lucky at this moment! You know what Aashika bhabhi, no actually you don't know, so lemme tell you, di and jiju are going for a honeymoon day after tomorrow to celebrate their first anniversary!"

Aashika grinned, "Really? OMG! Girl you should be flying right now!"

Rishika adjusted her lipstick, "Yeahh! After a year, he finally remembered honeymoon instead of work and surgeries! In fact, first we thought we all would go together but then the market crash rumours bound Ruhan jiju to stay in Mumbai only for the last two months of the year. So we're honestly planning to celebrate Siya's anniversary together!"

The women dissolved into laughter, their camaraderie infectious.

On the other hand, our respected men were staring and practically drooling over girls, more precisely their wives just like street maniacs.

"Ruhan," Rohit said, nudging his elder brother, "how does it feel to have married someone who can make even Diwali lights look dull in comparison?"

Ruhan tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I'd answer that if I wasn't currently wondering how you're still standing here after pulling stunts like buying out theaters."

Ajay chuckled. "Focus, Ruhan. We're all in the same boat here. You're staring at Siya like she's the only star in the sky."

"Look who's talking," Ruhan shot back. "You're practically glowing every time Rishika laughs."

Rohit raised a hand, feigning surrender. "Okay, okay, let's not pretend I'm the only one hopelessly smitten here. We all are gawking at them like schoolboys as of for now."

His gaze softened as it landed on Aashika, who was gesturing animatedly. "Does she even know what she does to me every time she talks?"

Rivan coughed loudly, breaking the trance. "Can you all please stop this mush mush?"

The brothers burst into laughter, though their gazes kept drifting back to their wives.

As the night deepened, the family gathered for crackers. The first burst of a flowerpot lit up the night sky, drawing collective gasps.

"Rivan," Ruhan called out, handing him a sparkler, "time to prove you're not just here to mock us."

Rivan raised an eyebrow. "Big words coming from someone who almost burnt his kurta last year."

Ajay smirked. "We all remember that. The mighty Ruhan Bhardwaj defeated by a sparkler."

Ruhan waved them off. "Fine, laugh. I was not defeated , I was ditched! That wrong cracker exploded wrongly! But this time, let's see if any of you can handle lighting the rockets."

Rohit stepped forward, grinning. "Watch and learn."

As the night unfolded, the family's banter continued, each teasing word wrapped in affection. Finally, standing in a loose circle under the open sky, they paused.

"Okay fine! So anything you guys wanna ask for from God!" Siya chirped, her voice cutting through the laughter.

The brothers exchanged glances before stepping forward, standing shoulder to shoulder behind their wives.

Ruhan broke the silence first. "Nothing...just thanking him-for you, your grace and your support."

Ajay's voice followed, steady and warm. "Thank God! That I've somebody to hold on me and keep me tied to ground otherwise I could've reached the outer universe by now!"

Everyone chuckled at his drama and Rishika couldn't help shrugging off the pink hue on her cheeks.

Rohit closed his eyes briefly, looking towards Aashika, "For you, your fire, your brilliance, and putting up with someone like me."

The women turned, their expressions soft with love and gratitude.

Rivan raised his hand, breaking the solemn moment. "And thank you, God, for keeping me single so I don't have to compete with all this."

The family erupted into laughter, their voices blending with the crackle of sparklers and the distant hum of festivities. As the last of the crackers lit up the sky, the Bhardwaj family stood together, a mess of laughter, love, and light.

It's a mess, but beautiful!

Excited? Too much (Ajay's POV)

The hotel suite was spectacular-floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city's lights, a bed big enough to get lost in, and the most breathtaking view of all: Rishika, spinning around in delight.

"This is surreal, Ajay!" she exclaimed, flopping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. "I don't want to leave this room. Ever."

I leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "That's the plan, isn't it?"

She shot up instantly, her eyes sparkling with mock indignation. "Oh no, mister. We're going out! This city's not going to explore itself."

I chuckled, grabbing her by the waist. "Fine, but don't take forever to freshen up. I might start admiring you too much to leave."

She swatted my chest, laughing. "You'll survive. Now, let me get ready."

The sound of her humming from the bathroom made unpacking bearable, but when she stepped out in her fluffy robe, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, I had to remind myself we still had plans.

"You look-"

"Save it for later," she interrupted, throwing a teasing smile over her shoulder. "Where are we going?"

"Central Park."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Let's go!"

At Central Park, (Ajay's POV)

The crisp air and golden sunlight bathed the park in warmth. Rishika's usual composed demeanor was gone, replaced by an infectious excitement. She tugged my arm, pointing to Moon Bridge.

"Ajay! Look at that! We have to walk across it!"

I smirked, letting her drag me. "It's just a bridge, Rishika."

She stopped abruptly, spinning around to face me. "Just a bridge? It's iconic! It's the Moon Bridge...Everyone who wishes anything wholeheartedly while crossing it definitely gets it! Don't ruin my moment."

Her enthusiasm was contagious. I laughed, following her lead as she skipped ahead. When we reached the middle, she leaned over the railing, marveling at the view of the calm lake and the Manhattan skyline.

"This place is magical," she murmured.

"Almost as magical as seeing you like this," I teased, earning a playful glare.

Suddenly, her gaze locked onto the rowboats gliding across the lake. "Ajay, can we rent a boat?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You? The same woman who said she preferred 'still waters over adventure'? Who even are you today?"

"I'm on my honeymoon," she declared dramatically. "Now, let's get that boat!"

Moments later, we were in a rowboat, and I was trying (and failing) to row in a straight line.

"You're awful at this," she teased, laughter spilling out as the oars splashed unevenly.

"Why don't you take over then, expert?" I challenged, handing her the oars.

She grabbed them confidently but ended up rowing us in circles. Her giggles turned into uncontrollable laughter as I leaned back, arms crossed.

"And you were saying?" I asked, smirking.

"Okay, okay! Maybe we're both bad," she admitted between laughs.

As the boat spun lazily under the sun, her laughter echoing around us, I realized this was the kind of moment I'd remember forever. Just the two of us, wrapped in pure joy, with nothing but the city and time ahead of us.

A Morning to Remember, (Author's POV)

The sunlight crept in through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The quiet hum of the city beyond was distant, muffled by the thick glass windows of their suite. Inside, all was calm, with Ajay and Rishika cocooned in a tangle of blankets, their breaths slow and synchronized, as if even in sleep, they were attuned to one another.

Ajay stirred first, his lashes fluttering against her hair. For a moment, he just lay there, watching her. Rishika's face was serene, her lips slightly parted, her hand resting lightly on his chest. How someone so fiery in life could look this peaceful baffled him.

But then, the mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Rishika..."

She stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes.

"Rishika," he repeated, this time brushing a finger down her nose.

"Mmm," she mumbled, burying her face deeper into his chest.

Ajay chuckled, his voice low and playful. "Wake up, sleepyhead. It's a special day."

Her eyes cracked open, groggy but curious. "Special?" she murmured, her voice raspy with sleep.

"Happy Anniversary," he said softly, his voice almost a caress.

It was as if the words jolted her awake. She sat up, her hair a messy halo around her face, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my god! Happy Anniversary!" she exclaimed, her entire face lighting up.

Ajay couldn't help but grin at her. "There it is. The sparkler I married."

She gave him a sleepy laugh, "Happy Anniversary, Mr. Dramatic Neurosurgeon."

"Mr. Dramatic?" He smirked, pulling her back into the bed. "And here I thought you'd be thanking me for making your mornings brighter every single day."

She rolled her eyes but let him pull her close. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"But you love it." He grinned. Then his tone softened, his eyes locking onto hers. "And you love me."

"I do," she admitted, her voice a little quieter, a little more vulnerable.

Ajay reached up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You know," he began, his voice dipping into that teasing tone he reserved just for her, "anniversaries are about showing love, expressing appreciation..."

Her eyes narrowed. "Uh-huh, where is this going?"

"And nothing says 'I love you' more," he continued, leaning in so close their noses almost touched, "than a kiss from my gorgeous wife."

She smiled, her lips curving into that devilish grin he knew too well. "A kiss?"

"Yes." His voice was firm, yet his eyes were pleading.

She leaned in, her hand brushing his cheek. He closed his eyes, anticipation curling in his chest. Her lips barely grazed his...before she suddenly veered up and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"There you go," she whispered, pulling away with a smirk.

Ajay's eyes snapped open, disbelief plastered across his face. "What-wait-that's it?"

"Yup." She hopped out of bed, her laughter ringing out as she grabbed her robe.

"That was like kissing a baby!" he complained, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. "I'm your husband, Rishika! I deserve-"

"Deserve what?" she interrupted, tying her robe with a flourish. "Another forehead kiss? Maybe next year I'll give you two."

He flopped back against the pillows, groaning. "This is the worst betrayal in the history of love. You're supposed to set the bar for romance, and this...this is what I get?"

She laughed, walking toward the bathroom. "If you're good today, maybe I'll reconsider."

"I was born good! And I-I do deserve a breathtaking kiss!" he called after her, though his voice was muffled by the duvet he'd pulled over his head in protest!🤣

She peeked back, leaning against the doorframe with a sly smile. "Sure, you were, baby."

He threw the pillow at her retreating figure but couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. She was maddening, teasing, and impossible-but she was his. And in moments like this, when love and laughter intertwined, Ajay realized there was no one else he'd rather wake up next to for the rest of his life.

The room was filled with the faint hum of the curling iron and the soft scent of Rishika's hair products. She stood in front of the mirror, twisting a strand of her hair around the barrel, her face a picture of concentration. Ajay lounged on the bed behind her, propped up on his elbows, watching her every move with a mix of amusement and admiration.

"You know," he said, breaking the silence, "I never understood why you spend so much time curling your hair when it looks amazing anyway."

Rishika arched a brow at him in the mirror, a playful smile on her lips. "It's not just about looking good, Mr. Neurosurgeon. It's about feeling good. Besides," she added, curling another section, "you're the one who always says, 'Rishika, you're perfect.' So, consider this a bonus."

Ajay chuckled. "Fair enough. But don't take too long. We have a day to plan, remember?"

She turned slightly, still holding the curling iron. "Speaking of plans, what are we doing today?"

Ajay stretched lazily, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Whatever my queen desires. Your wish is my command."

"Don't start," she warned, narrowing her eyes at him. "I'll end up wishing for something extravagant, and you'll cry about how you do it!."

He gasped, mock-offended. "First of all, I never cry. Second, you're my wife-I'd buy you the moon if I could."

"Romantic," she said with a smirk. "But let's keep it simple. Breakfast first, obviously. Then maybe we can check out that art gallery we passed yesterday. And I heard there's another boat tour in the evening."

Ajay nodded, pretending to consider. "Solid choices. But...what about tonight?"

She paused, glancing at him through the mirror. "Tonight? I thought we'd finalize that together."

Ajay's grin widened. "Nope. Tonight's already planned."

Rishika blinked, lowering the curling iron. "Wait, what? You planned something without telling me?"

"Yup." His tone was maddeningly smug.

"What kind of plan?" she pressed, turning to face him completely.

Ajay shrugged nonchalantly, but his eyes glinted with mischief. "A surprise."

Rishika crossed her arms, her half-curled hair falling over her shoulders. "Ajay, you know I hate surprises."

"Do you, though?" He got up from the bed and walked over, gently taking the curling iron from her hands and setting it on the counter. "Because the last time I surprised you, you ended up crying happy tears."

"That was different," she mumbled, trying not to smile.

He tilted her chin up with his finger, meeting her gaze. "Trust me, Rishika. You're going to love it."

Her brows furrowed, but the curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable. "At least give me a hint."

Ajay leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Nope."

"Ajay!" she whined, swatting his chest, but he just laughed, grabbing her hands and pulling her close.

"All you need to do," he said, his voice softer now, "is show up tonight looking as stunning as you always do. I'll handle the rest."

She sighed, giving him a mock glare. "Fine. But if this surprise isn't good, you're sleeping on the couch."

"Fair deal and if you like the surprise, I'm sleeping on-" he said with a wink, stepping back.

As she returned to curling her hair, a small smile played on her lips. Despite his teasing, she couldn't help but feel excited. Whatever Ajay had planned, she knew it would be special. And knowing him, it would be full of love, laughter, and just the right amount of drama to keep her guessing.

Wanna see what's going on in Mumbai? (Rohit's POV)

I walked into the living room, expecting a quiet moment after the chaos of the last few days. But as soon as I entered, I knew something was off. The room was unusually quiet, with everyone's eyes glued to their phones, and then I heard it-Rivan, Ruhan, and Siya were huddled around something on Rivan's phone, all of them grinning like cats that got into the cream.

A few seconds later, I saw it. The interview clip-Aashika casually claimed me as her husband. And there I was, looking like the luckiest guy alive.

"Man, you didn't even prepare us for this!" Rivan said, his grin spreading wider. "We were all caught off guard with your wife claiming you!"

I felt a flush of pride, but I wasn't about to let them see how much I was loving this. "It was a random moment!" I said, trying to keep my cool. But my heart was doing backflips. She called me her husband in front of everyone!

Ruhan burst out laughing, clearly enjoying my discomfort-or what he thought was discomfort. "Well, now you're officially Aashika's husband in the eyes of the world. No going back, buddy!"

I tried to play it cool, but the grin on my face said otherwise. I could feel the pride swelling in my chest. She claimed me, and that was something to be ridiculously happy about. But of course, they weren't going to let me forget it.

Just as I was mentally replaying the moment over and over, Aashika walked in, late as usual from her office. She dropped her bags on the table and casually declared, "I'm starving."

The teasing started immediately.

Rivan, the little troublemaker, raised an eyebrow and smirked at Aashika. "So, Aashika, are you hungry for food... or something else?"

The room went silent, waiting for her reaction. And she looked utterly confused.

"What?" Aashika blinked, clearly not catching the double meaning. "I'm just hungry for food, what else would I be hungry for?"

I couldn't help it-I was mentally laughing my head off, loving every moment of this. 🤣🤣But of course, the rest of the gang wasn't going to let it go that easily.

Maa, who'd been watching with barely contained amusement, finally spoke up. "Well, after claiming Rohit like that in front of the media, we thought maybe you were hungry for more than just food."

I wanted to die of laughter. But also, I felt like I was walking on air. She claimed me in front of the world. This was amazing!

Aashika blinked, finally starting to catch on. "What are you all talking about?" she asked, her face turning a light shade of pink as she realized the implication.

Rivan leaned forward, trying to look serious but clearly enjoying my discomfort-though I wasn't actually uncomfortable, not even a little. "Oh, we just thought you might be, you know, hungry for something else after making Rohit your husband!"

Aashika's eyes widened, and for a second, I could see her put two and two together. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink, but she quickly covered it up with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "I'm just hungry for food! Seriously, what is wrong with you guys?"

"Uh-huh," Ruhan chimed in, "We just want to know if it's food or if you're craving something else."

I could barely keep the grin off my face. I knew exactly what they were getting at, but I was loving how red Aashika was getting.

Maa and Badi Maa exchanged amused glances, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Looks like Aashika really did claim you, Rohit," Mansi teased. "You'd better watch out, you're not the one in charge in the relationship anymore."

Badi Maa added, "Yeah, don't let her starve for too long, or you'll have a whole different kind of hunger to deal with."

"Badi Maa...At least you shouldn't...Tch tch, see your age.." And here Rivan said it all in a dramatic tone.

"Oh really! Will you be the one taking care of your nieces and nephews? Or us, hmmm?" She pulled his ear. Now this was getting fantastic!

Aashika, still flustered, shot me a look. But I could see the amusement in her eyes.

I leaned in, whispering in her ear, "I'm enjoying this. I've been claimed, and I don't even mind."

She shot me a look, half serious, half playful. "Oh, you're enjoying this, huh? Just wait."

I was barely able to hold it together. This whole thing was absolutely priceless, and even though the teasing was relentless, it was so much fun.

"You know," I said, finally breaking the tension, "I think I've been claimed by the best woman in the world, and I don't care who knows it."

Aashika looked at me, shaking her head with a smile that was equally affectionate and mischievous. "Alright, alright, you love the attention, I get it. Now let's eat before Rivan starts asking for a show next."

We all burst into laughter, and I just leaned back, mentally celebrating my luck-Aashika had claimed me, and there was no way in hell I was ever going to let her go.

Fiery Hearts tangled in a beautiful Night! (Author's POV)

The lounge exuded elegance, its beauty unparalleled. The Best Lounge of the States was chosen to be graced!

The sprawling glass walls revealed three breathtaking views at once: a city glittering with life, tranquil waters shimmering under the moonlight, and a velvet sky speckled with stars. The warm golden glow inside enhanced the romantic allure, a place that felt like it was carved from dreams.

Ajay stood near the window, adjusting the strap of his wristwatch. His tailored charcoal suit fit him to perfection, but it was the calm intensity in his eyes that made him magnetic. The soft hum of the bustling city below mingled with his thoughts as he glanced at his reflection in the glass, waiting. Everything was ready; now all he needed was her.

And then she walked in.

Rishika's presence lit up the room. Her sleek blue dress looking elegant yet understated. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, framing a face that shimmered with subtle makeup, enhancing her natural glow. For a moment, Ajay froze, the world narrowing to just her.

She paused, taking in the dazzling lounge, her gaze lingering on the stunning views and lavish decor. Then, her eyes met his, and the emotions in them almost made her knees buckle.

"You did all this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ajay smiled, stepping forward. "You're surprised?"

"Surprised doesn't even cover it," she said, shaking her head. "Ajay...this is...just perfect."

He stopped a few steps from her, his gaze steady. "I wanted tonight to be special. For you. For us."

Her lips parted as she tried to process his words. "No one's ever done something like this for me before. Something which is completely perfect!"

"I'm not just 'anyone'!" he said softly, taking her hand and guiding her to the table.

The meal was a masterpiece, but the food paled in comparison to their conversation. They laughed, teased, and shared pieces of their hearts, their connection deepening with every word. Rishika was no longer the composed, poised woman she usually was-she was giddy, her smile wide, her laughter echoing softly in the lounge.

As the evening progressed, Rishika reached into her clutch, pulling out a small box. She hesitated for a moment before sliding it across the table.

"What's this?" Ajay asked, his brow furrowing as he picked it up.

"Just open it," she urged, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.

Inside was a sleek Rolex watch, its design timeless and elegant, a true reflection of the man who now held it.

"Rishika..." His voice was low, almost reverent.

She leaned forward, her eyes glistening. "You've always been my constant, my strength. I wanted to give you something that matches who you are-timeless, dependable, and absolutely perfect."

Ajay's jaw tightened as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "You really didn't have to..."

She cut him off, her voice firm. "I wanted to. And if you dare argue, I'll take it back."

He chuckled, setting the watch aside and reaching into his jacket pocket. "Well, if you're pulling out surprises, I guess it's only fair if I do the same."

Rishika tilted her head as he revealed a small velvet box. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding as he opened it.

Inside lay the most exquisite Darry ring, its brilliance unmatched, the kind of piece most could only dream of. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening.

"Ajay..."

"This ring," he began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "isn't just a ring. It's a promise. A Darry ring can only be given to one person in a lifetime. And I knew from the moment I met you that there'd never be anyone else for me."

Rishika's eyes filled with tears as he continued, his tone soft but resolute. "You are my everything, Rishika. My calm in chaos, my partner, my love. And this ring-it's my way of saying that my heart, my soul, my life is yours. Always."

"Ajay..." she whispered, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "I-I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he said, taking her trembling hand in his and sliding the ring onto her finger. "Just promise me you'll never stop being mine."

Overwhelmed, Rishika stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. Without a word, she turned and walked quickly toward the exit. She was the queen never overwhelmed by anyone! Calm but strong! But this time someone had broken all her limits to get her core out!

Ajay froze, his heart sinking. "Rishika? Wait!"

He followed her back to their suite, his mind racing. When he pushed the door open, he stopped in his tracks.

There she was, swirling around the room, her dress flowing as she laughed and cried at once. Her tears were of pure joy, her hands clutched to her chest as she spun like a child in a moment of uninhibited happiness.

"Rishika..." he began, his voice soft with relief.

She turned to him, her eyes shining as she rushed forward and threw her arms around him, holding him tightly.

"I'm so happy," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "So, so happy, Ajay. You got a Darry ring for me. Honestly, I never expected I'll ever find someone so committed! I can't even...you..."

Ajay held her close, his hands caressing her back. "You scared the hell out of me," he murmured, his voice low. "Don't ever run off like that again."

She pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face glowing with happiness. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"And you're impossible," he teased, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

(Mature scenes ahead🌚)

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the emotions between them surged, unspoken but undeniable. Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met in a kiss-deep, intense, and full of passion.

It was no longer just a kiss; it was a wildfire that spread between them, an explosion of emotions.

She moaned softly, her body instinctively arching toward his, pressing closer. Ajay's hands gripped her waist, pulling her close and pinning against the wall.

Ajay's hand slid to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss, his body pressed hard against hers as they both succumbed to the moment.

Their kiss grew more passionate, each of them lost in the heat of the other, every movement desperate, as if they couldn't get close enough.

Slowly, his lips traced her neck planting searing kisses. His lips moved with an insatiable need, never breaking, never slowing. They were consumed by the intensity, a connection so raw and powerful that nothing else seemed to matter.

As he moved apart, her eyes still meeting his in a fierce gaze. "Now, that's called breathtaking. I think I won't today's challenge! Are the feelings mutual, baby?" He groaned in a raspy voice, a mix of excitement and anticipation in his voice.

"Before I take it up, you'd better...or you might regret" She whispered her breath hot against his ear.

"Now that's what I call a violent adventurer!" He remarked, a hint of admiration in his tone.

She pulled him even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want you to make me feel like I'm the only one that matters."

Ajay's heart raced at her words. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her in close until there was no space between them. "You already are," he growled, and with that, their lips collided once again in a kiss so deep and intense it seemed to consume them both.

The kiss was wild, electric, their bodies pressed together, every inch of skin on fire. His hands roamed over her, tasting every inch of her mouth, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. He was lost in her, in the way she made him feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

Rishika pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I'm yours tonight," she whispered, the words making his pulse spike. "But you're mine too."

Ajay's breath hitched at her words. "I've always been yours," he muttered, his lips brushing against her neck as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone. "And I'll always be yours."

With a sudden intensity, he pulled her closer, his lips returning to hers with an insatiable hunger. Each kiss was a promise, a claim, a declaration of the bond they shared. Their movements were urgent, desperate, the world outside disappearing as they gave themselves fully to the heat between them.

The night was theirs. The passion, the rawness, the need-it was all-consuming. Every kiss, every touch, was a reflection of the deep connection they shared, a bond that neither could deny.

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Blurb of next chapter:

"Rishika," he said, his voice low and steady, "this might be the biggest surprise of our lives, but I promise you, we're going to be amazing at this. I can't wait."

I broke into a teary smile, wrapping my arms around him. "Neither can I, Ajay. This is the start of something beautiful. But-"

"But what, Rishika?" He looked straight into my eyes.

"Gharwalo ko kya bolenge?" I asked him with a weird, okay not weird but dumb expression on my face!
(What will we say to our family?)

"Jo Kiya vo bolenge!" He said with his lips curling into a wild smirk.
(We'll say what we did!)

"Kya yaar! Mazaak kyu kar rhe ho? Aise to unhe pta chal jayega ki humne kya kiya." I replied with a pout on my face, casually wrapping my hand around his shoulder, walking on the pavement.
(What man! Why are you joking? In this way everyone will know, what we did!)

We were looking nothing but like ducklings by the way we were walking!🦆😌
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