Her bold move

Hamara haal na poocho
Ke duniya bhool baithe hain,
Chale aao tumhare bin
Na marte hain na jeete hain..
Suno accha nahi hota
Kisi ko aise tadpana,
Mohabbat me koi aashiq
Kyun ban jaata hai deewana..

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Sanvi's pov

As the evening sun cast its warm glow over the house, he returned home, and I greeted him with a glass of water.

As I busily prepare dinner, my hands move with a sense of purpose, but my mind wanders back to the morning's events.

The sting of his indifference still lingers, refusing to be extinguished by the warmth of the kitchen.

I focus on the sizzle of onions, the aroma of dal, and the softness of chapatis, trying to distract myself from the ache within.

As I serve dinner to everyone, I force a smile, hiding my true emotions.

The chatter of family members fills the air, a cacophony of laughter and conversation that I struggle to join.

My mind keeps drifting back to him, wondering why he was so distant, so cold.

But as I sit down to eat, I determine to push aside my thoughts and focus on the present moment.

I engage in conversation, asking about everyone's day, and listening intently to their responses.

The warmth of the family's camaraderie slowly seeps into my heart, soothing the hurt.

As we chat and laugh together, I feel a sense of belonging, of being part of something bigger than my own pain.

The love and connection we share as a family are palpable, a balm to my soul. I try to hold onto this feeling, to let it fill the spaces within me that feel empty and hurt.

Yet, even as I immerse myself in the joy of the moment, a small part of me still whispers his name, wondering what could have been, what should have been.

I push the thoughts aside, focusing on the love that surrounds me, the love that is present, and the love that will always be there, no matter what.

The whole family gathered for dinner, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Everyone had given me gifts, but he hadn't even acknowledged my presence, let alone given me a gift.

He hadn't even commented on the kheer I had made in the morning which had taken me hours to prepare.

I tried to brush off the feeling and focus on the dinner conversation, but it lingered in the back of my mind. After dinner.

I retreated to my room, discarding my heavy saree and jewelry.

As I slowly unwind, I begin to remove my heavy saree, the fabric slipping away from my body like my hopes and dreams.

My jewelry, once a symbol of love and commitment, now feels like a burden, weighing me down.

I let it fall to the floor, the sound of clinking metal echoing through the silence.

My mind wanders back to him, his hurried departure a stark contrast .

I can't help but wonder what went wrong.

Was it something I did? Something I didn't do? The questions swirl in my head like a maelstrom, each one a tiny pinprick of pain.

As I stand there, my bare skin exposed, I feel vulnerable and alone.

The saree, once a symbol of my love and devotion, now lies crumpled on the floor, a reminder of my failure.

I can't help but feel like I've lost myself, like I'm drowning in a sea of uncertainty.

But even in the darkness, a spark of love remains.

I remember the way he used to look at me, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

I hold onto that spark, letting it warm my heart and guide me through the shadows.

Maybe, just maybe, our love story isn't over yet. Maybe there's still a chance for us to rewrite the ending, to turn the page and start anew.

I wore a light saree and only my mangalsutra around my neck.

As I lay in bed, I heard he enter the room. I tried to pretend I was sleeping, but he sensed that I wasn't.

He sat beside me and said, "Need nhi aa rhi h to baat he kar lo humse" (If you're not sleepy, then let's talk).

I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Kya baat karu, apne to kuch kaha bhi nhi subha ke bare me" (What should I talk about, you didn't say anything about this morning).

His expression softened as he understood the whole matter.

He took a seat beside me on the bed and said, "Suno Sanvi, hamre pass uss samay kuch nhi tha dene ke liya tumhe. Humne soch shaam ko he baat kr lenge. Le ... his words hung in the air as he explained himself, his eyes filled with a deep sincerity. I listened intently, my heart still hurt from the morning's events.

[ "Listen Sanvi, I didn't have anything to give you at that time. I thought we'd talk it out in the evening. Take..."]

As he finished speaking, I smiled slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Phir app mujhe ghur kyu rhe the subha?" (Then why were you looking at me in the morning?)

His face lit up with a gentle smile. "Ma tumhe dek rha tha subhi, tum bhot sundar lg rhi thi lal saree ma" (I was looking at you in the morning, you looked very beautiful in the red saree).

My cheeks flushed with a warm blush as I listened to his words. No one had ever complimented me like that before.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he handed me a small box. I opened it, revealing a beautiful anklet inside. My eyes widened in surprise, and I looked up at him, who was smiling at me.

The anklet sparkled in the dim light of the room, its intricate design and delicate chain captivating me. I felt a surge of happiness and love for him , who had gone out of his way to make me feel special.

As I put on the anklet, he helped me adjust it, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch sent shivers down my spine.

Our eyes met, and I saw the love and adoration shining in his gaze. I smiled, feeling a sense of belonging and happiness that I had never felt before.

In that moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was the love we shared.

Sanvi asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "Suniye ji, aahhh vvooo...apka naam kya hai?" (Listen, what's your name?)

His smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Tumha hamara naam nhi pta?" (You don't know my name?)

Sanvi nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He chuckled and said, "Phir bhi vivahh ke liya tumne mana nhi kya?" (Still, you agreed to marry me without knowing my name?)

Sanvi didn't respond, her eyes cast downward. His smile softened, and he whispered, "Sanvi Satinder Singh Rana naam h tumhra abb se" (from now your name is Sanvi Satinder Singh Rana).

Sanvi looked up, her eyes meeting Satinder's. He smiled, his gaze filled with affection. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

Author's pov

As they sat together on the bed, he gazed into her eyes, but she couldn't meet his gaze, her nervousness palpable.

She looked down at her lap, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her saree. He noticed her discomfort and took her hand in his, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Slowly, he began to kiss her fingers, his lips grazing her skin like a feather.

As he kissed her fingers, he observed her movements, sensing a change in her demeanor.

She was relaxing, her tension melting away with each gentle touch.

He asked her, "Sanvi, tumhe kasa mehsus ho rha hai ?"
(how do you feel?)

But she didn't respond, still looking down at her lap.

He didn't push her to answer, instead, he gently lifted her chin with his index finger, his touch sending sparks through her body.

Hamari aakho ma dekho sanvi
he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. (Look into my eyes, Sanvi,)

Slowly, she raised her gaze, her eyes locking onto his. He searched her eyes, looking for answers, and saw the hint of a smile. "Abhi bhi naraz ho hamse?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

[ Are you still upset with me? ]

He smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and began to kiss her knuckles again.

This time, she observed his every move, her senses heightened as she experienced sensations she never had before.

It was as if her body was awakening to a new kind of touch, a touch that spoke of love and connection.

She felt like she was melting into his embrace, her heart beating faster with every kiss.

As he continued to kiss her knuckles, she felt a sense of surrender wash over her.

She was no longer thinking, only feeling, her body responding to his touch in ways she never thought possible.

It was as if their hearts were connecting on a deeper level, their love growing with every passing moment.

Satinder leaned in, his lips brushing against Sanvi's neck.

As he leaned in closer, his lips grazed her neck, bestowing gentle butterfly kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

His hands slowly cradled her shoulders, pulling her near, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck. With each tender touch, she felt her heart race faster, her soul stirring with delight.

With a soft sigh, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips sucking gently on her skin.

The sensation was intoxicating, leaving her breathless and wanting more. As he held her close, his warmth enveloped her, making her feel safe .

Time stood still as they sit there, lost in the magic of their embrace. 

She felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing with excitement.

His kisses traveled down to her cleavage, and she couldn't handle the sensation.

Sanvi knew that every husband kisses his wife, and as his wife, she had to complete all her duties for him. She started kissing his neck, her bold move taking Satinder by surprise.

He took a step back, his eyes wide with delight.

Sanvi's voice was barely above a whisper as she said, "Hume maff kr dijiye agr apko acha nhi lga to" (Forgive me if you didn't like it).

She continued, "Vo hume kaha gaya tha ki apko kabhi mana na kru, app jo kare mere saath, ma bhi vhi karu" (someone told me never to say no to you, to always do what you want me to do).

Satinder's expression softened, and he nodded, understanding everything. "Hume lgta hai bhot raat ho gye hai so jana chaiya" (I think it's late, let's sleep).

They both got under the covers, and Satinder wrapped his arms around Sanvi, pulling her close. Sanvi felt safe and loved in his embrace.

As they drifted off to sleep, Satinder whispered, "Tum mere liye sab kuchh ho, Sanvi" (You are everything to me, Sanvi).

Sanvi smiled, feeling her heart full of love. She knew that she had found her soulmate in Satinder.

Their bodies entwined, they slept peacefully, their love growing with each passing moment.

In that moment, Sanvi knew that she would never let Satinder go, that she would always be by his side, no matter what.

As they slept, their hearts beat as one, their love shining brighter than any star in the sky.

Their marriage had started with a few misunderstandings, but now, they were on the path to a beautiful journey together.

And so, they slept, wrapped in each other's arms, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

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