Bhavika

We first go to a room which is at the back of the temple. Sharmila aunty gives me red banarasi saree to change in. Thank you aunty for not letting me marry in my jeans top. She helps me wear the saree too.

OMG! HOW CAN I FORGET IT?!

"Aunty! Kya aap Mera phone de sakti hai?" I ask her as she makes me wear the gold necklace and then the bangles. Yeah they took my phone too.

(Aunty! Can you give me my phone?)

"Sorry beta. Shaadi hone ke baad hi" she says politely.

(Sorry beta. I'll return it to you after marriage)

Damn it. I cannot even tell my bestfriend, Avni. She'll be super pissed that I got married without telling her.

As I am completely ready, I look in the mirror. Nath would have looked great but I don't have nose piercing. I planned it to get next month but who knew I would be getting married today? Definitely not me.

As aunty leads me to the mandap, I feel so shy. I'm going to see him for the first time in real life. Aunty makes me sit down beside him and I sneak a glance at him. He is definitely huge and hotter than his picture. Bingo. He looks grumpy and his beard suit his character.

I look at my brother, two men with guns are still beside him and he's eating the chocolate without any care that his sister is getting married. What kind of brother is he! He should be crying right now.

The pandit ji is chanting mantra and I look around. Why are there so many men with guns surrounding us? I missed them at first since my whole focus was on my soon to be husband. OMG! IS MY HUBBY A MAFIA MAN?! A GANGSTER?! WHAT IN WATTPAD!

The pandit ji asks me to keep my hand in his. Our first touch.

How romantic!

His hand is big, rough and he definitely goes to the gym by the way there are marks on his hand. Not even once he has tried to look at me. He's maintaining his character. Good job Sunshine. Yeah, his nickname from now on is Sunshine. Why? Because I want to call him that. Simple.

An old man but not as old as Sharmila aunty, is sitting on the chair, watching us get married. He must be his dad. My Sasur ji!

We both stand up for the pheras and damn boy is tall. Definitely more than 6 ft. Bingo. I'm 5'4 and he's literally towering above me.

After the pheras, we both sit down and he ties mangalsutra around my neck and fills my hairline with sindoor. He finally looks at me with those chocolaty brown eyes. I give him a smile and he raises an eyebrow as if he is confused.

"Vivah sampan hua" the pandit ji says and we both stand up to take blessings from Sasur ji and Sharmila aunty. I try to sneak glances at my dashing husband whose personality I don't know.

(Wedding is completed successfully)

"Didi ghar kab jayege?" Shashank says standing beside me. Oh so now he remembers home after finishing his chocolate.

(Didi when will go home?)

And it finally hits me that my parents do not know about this. They must be worried.

"Omg aunty mene apne parents ko toh bataya hi nahi" I say turning to Sharmila aunty and Sasur ji.

(Omg aunty I haven't told my parents)

"Aunty nahi beta ab dadi kaho" she says keeping hand on my head.

(Call me dadi, beta)

"Ji dadi ji" I say blushing. I'M MARRIED GUYS.

(Yes dadi ji)

"Toh chalo beta, tumhare ghar chalte hai pehle" Saaur ji says standing, his voice carrying authority.

(So let's first go to your home beta)

"Gaadi se!" Shashank asks excitedly.

(By car!)

"Bilkul" Dadi replies. Did you notice how I changed her from Sharmila aunty to Dadi? Wink wink.

(Absolutely)

My brother runs to the number of black cars standing in a row. Meanwhile I walk downstairs with my husband. Ufffff my husband. Looks like he is Man of few words, more like no words.

I settle in the back of car along with him meanwhile my stupid brother is jumping in the front seat. Dadi ji and Sasur ji are in another car.

"Chhh chhhh" I whisper to my husband. He turns to look at me. Wait when did he wear black sunglasses?

He turns his head towards me. I sign him with my hands to come closer. He moves his face near me and I can smell his cologne, cedarwood and tobacco mixed. He smells so nice. Somebody save me please.

"Apka naam kya hai Sunshine ji?" I ask him. The man in the driving seat giggles. My husband turns his face towards him and he stops giggling as if sensing the glare.

(What is your name?)

"Tum bohot ajeeb ho" he replies in his manly, deep voice. A voice that you can't help but automatically listen to. Nobody can save me from his charm now.

(You are very weird)

"Wo toh bachpan se hoon. Ek minute aap mujhse aise baat nahi kar sakte" I say getting serious.

(I am like that from childhood. Wait a minute you can't talk with like that)

"Kyu?" He asks still looking straight.

(Why?)

"Biwi jo hoon aapki" I reply getting shy and pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

(I am your wife)

He takes a deep breath and says "Jaivardhan"

"Ji?"

(What?)

"Jaivardhan naam hai mera" his jaw ticks. Now I realize what authors used to write about and let me tell you it's definitely hot.

(Jaivardhan is my name)

He snaps a finger at me since I was too lost in my thoughts.

"Tumhara?"

(Yours)

"Bhavika."

"How old are you?"

"Oh yeh toh mera favorite question hai. Aap indirectly mujhse Mera birthday pooch rahe hona. 24 March. 23 saal ki hogyi hoon" I tell him excitedly.

(Oh this is my favorite question. You are indirectly asking me my birthday. It's on 24th of March. I turned 23 this year)

He looks at me like I have horns on my head and then shakes his head.

"Wahh bhabhi mera 25 March" the person in driver seat says.

(Wow bhabhi. My birthday is on 25th of march)

"OMG SLAY!"

"But bhabhi apse do saal chota hoon"

(But I'm 2 years younger than you)

"Koi nahi bidu" I reply him with full swag.

(It's alright dude)

"Samrat gaadi chalane par dhyaan do, zubaan nahi" my grumpy husband says. Samrat nods and focuses solely on the road.

(Samrat focus on road, not on talks)

We finally reach my house. All my neighbors look out to see who has arrived in so many cars. These bitches ain't prepared to see who.

"Suniye" I say poking his bicep with my finger. By the way 10 on 10 points for bicep.

(Listen)

He nods at me asking what.

"Shades dena" I forward my hand. He looks at it confused. God this man is always confused.

(Shades)

I point at his sunglasses. "Shades do apne"

(Give me your shades)

He reluctantly removes it and gives it to me. I inspect them. From my knowledge of online window shopping, it's Bulgari.

"Second copy?" I ask him and he just glares at me.

"Bawli" he mutters under his breath.

(Crazy)

I wear them and show it to him smiling. His face gives zero reaction but who cares I look awesome.

Our car is directly parked in front of my gate. Our house isn't that big, we are typical lower midle class family. Happy we got our own space, no matter the size. My parents bought it with their hard earned money. Their hearts and soul reside in it. Emotionally and physically both.

I didn't realise when we stopped and the fact that my brother is already gone. I finally get out of the car.

An unwanted flying object i.e. belan makes it way towards me. Good thing my mom is bad thrower and it hits the front window of the car.

"Aree mummy apni beti ko marogi kya?" I shout to my mother who is standing in our small entrace accompanied by my father and that traitor of brother.

(Mom are you planning on killing your daughter?)

"Shaadi karli tune?! Tu toh bolti thi akhand single hai tu" she shouts, her whole face red. My father looks at me with disappointment.

(You got married?! You used to say you were single)

"Aapke Bete ko bachane ke liye shaadi ki mene. Poocho isse" I shout back.

(I married to save your son. Ask him)

"Thode Kam serial dekha kar" my mom retorts.

(Watch less serials)

Suddenly I realise my husband is standing beside me, still tied by gathbhandhan. "Mummy mera balidan samjho aap" I reply softly.

(Mummy understand my sacrifice)

Finally Dadi comes to my rescue. And just so you don't get it wrong, his Dadi not mine. Mine would have caused another war if she was here.