Jaivardhan

29 years old

Finally I'm married, all credit goes to my crazy family members who actually found me the bride after the last one didn't show up. I know why she didn't make it to the mandap but what's the fun if I tell it right now? Also it's not important so fuck off.

All of my family members were smiling like crazy fools when they welcomed us. Me and my wife, Bhavika. Her family was easy to handle once they calmed down. Dadi ji and that old man, Mahabir papa handled them quite well and I might have shown them my revolver.

What's weird is my wife was grinning when I took out my revolver and put it on the table. She was acting like her dream came true.

After that, it wasn't hard to convince her parents and they accepted me as the husband of their daughter. Easy peasy.

I directly went to one of my godown (warehouse) after arriving at our mansion and stayed there for 3 hours until Mahabir papa gave me a lecture about family and responsibilities. So now I am back at the mansion. I look at the photo hanging in the living hall and then head towards my room.

I enter my room and is immediately struck by the smell of roses. This must be the work of Samrat and Ritika. Those two rats. They need to be dipped in ice cold water again.

My whole room is decorated with roses and candles and on the bed, my wife is sitting. I open first two button of my sherwani and walk towards her. 

She moves slightly, holding her hands tightly together. She must be scared atlast she was forced to marry. Good.

I sit beside her and remove her ghunghat. And this girl surprises me again with her big toothy smile.

"Kidhar the aap?" She asks fully removing the dupatta from her head and throwing it on the bed.

(Where were you?)

"Hai?"

(What?)

"Hai nahi Haan. Sharmila dadi ne mujhe sabse milwa dia. Samrat -Ritika (21) , twins aapke sabse chote bhai- behen. Suraj (23) aur Ranveer (24), yeh dono middle siblings hai aur inn dono ne hi Shashank ko kidnap kia tha. Aur Sasur ji ka naam Mahabir hai mujhe toh just pata chala" she says.

(What what. Sharmila dadi have introduced me to everyone. Samrat-Ritika (21) are twins and your youngest siblings. Suraj (23) and Ranveer (24) are the middle siblings and they were the ones who kidnapped Shashank. And father in law's name is Mahabir, I just got to know)

I tilt my head looking at her, not able to understand her. She is very weird.

"Aree aisa kya dekh rahe hai?" She asks shifting to sit in front of me. "Mujhe sharam aajati hai"

(Why are you looking like that?) (I feel shy)

"Tum humesha itni bak bak karti ho?" I ask looking in her eyes, they are black but have a glimmer in them. Reminds me of a night sky with a moon. Suddenly she looks down, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

(You always speak so much?)

"Haan"

(Yes)

"Tumhe pata hai mein kya kaam karta hoon?" I ask her, a warning in my tone.

(Do you know what I do for work?)

I don't mean to scare her but my first policy is telling the other person what he is getting into. I love doing deals since at the end of it, I get to break some bones but here I'm not doing deal, it's my wife I'm talking to. Wife. Feels weird to think.

"Aree Haan. Mafia mei hona aap. Gangster. Hindi mei bole toh gunde types. Sasur ji ne bata dia mujhe" she says casually.

(Aree yes. You are into mafia kinda shit. Gangster and all. Sasur ji told me)

"Aur tumhe koi pareshaani nahi iss baat se?"

(And you have no problem from this?)

"Aree bilkul nahi. Wattpad ya dark romance nahi padha kya aapne?"

(Not at all. Haven't you read dark romance or from Wattpad?)

I shake my head.

"Phir toh aap bohot masoom hoge" she says.

(Then you are really innocent)

I move my hand to hold her face. My grip isn't tight but it isn't loose either. Her eyes immediately widen and her lips...

I look back in her eyes. She is pretty. This is the first I'm looking at her properly.

"Masoom huh? Jitne tumne birthday cakes kaate hoge unse zyada admio ko mein apne haathon se maar chuka hoon." I say taking out my gun and placing it against her head with my other hand.

(Innocent huh? I have killed more people with my hands than the amount of birthday cakes you have cut)

"Wow so hot" she whispers.

IS SHE FREAKING CRAZY?!

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Opening them, I again look into her eyes. She is wearing Kajal, her eyes still shining. The way she looks at me, make me feel weird in chest region.

Goddammit this is the first time I am alone with her, infact first time talking to her properly. Get a grip Jaivardhan.

I move my gun from her head to her mouth, opening it slightly.

"Ek goli tumhe maarne ke liye kaafi hai" I lower my tone and she shivers. This makes me smirk. I remove my gun and leave her face.

(One bullet is enough to kill you)

"Maar toh mein pehle hi gayi thi" She says, making me raise my eyebrows.

(I already died)

I know I was reluctant to marry but now that we are married, WE ARE MARRIED and I am her husband in all ways. And if someone gave her hard time, he might as well say sayonara to this world. Before I ask her anything she completes her sentence

"Aapke looks par" she says and then winks.

(On your drop dead gorgeous looks)

"Looks par?" I ask.

(On my looks?)

"Ji" she replies shyly.

(Yes)

"Ab tum chup nahi hui toh looks ki jagah, goli hogi" I warn her.

(If you don't shut up, it'll be bullet instead of my looks)

"Sacchi?" She asks with her big eyes.

(Really?)

"Nahi" I reply honestly. I would never kill her, we are bound together by sacred bond. Even killers have rules.

(No)

"Phir theek hai. Aap kitne saal ke hai?" I hear her ask.

(Then it's alright. How old are you?)

"29"

"Mein 23"

(I am 23)

"Bataya tha tumne" I reply, remembering her birthday.

(You already told that)

"Aap mujhe kis naam se bolege?"

(So what will you call me?)

"Matlab?"

(What?)

"Aree Pati apni patni ko nicknames se bolte hai jaise baby, jaan, love etc etc" she explains.

(Aree husband calls his wife by nicknames like baby, jaan, love etc etc)

"Par Bhavika naam accha toh hai" I state genuinely, not getting her point. She again blushes and hits my bicep. I look at her confused.

(But Bhavika name is nice)

"Kitne sweet hai aap. Koi nahi mein aapko nickname deti hoon, Sunshine "

(You are so sweet. I will give you a nickname, Sunshine)

"Sunshine?" I repeat.

"Ji aap" she keeps her finger at my chest. "Abse aap mere sunshine ji"

(Yes you) (From now on you are my Sunshine ji)

"Tum pagal ho"

(You are mad)

"Pagal?" She asks suddenly her tone is sad and very weirdly I don’t like that fact. I push that thought away and stand up. I start opening my sherwani and she keeps looking at me.

(Mad?)

"Kya hua?" I finally ask her.

(What happened?)

"6 pac abs hai aapke?"

(Do you have 6 pac abs?)

"Hai?" I look at her. Is she serious?

(What?)

"Bataiye"

(Tell)

"Haan" I reply. A smirk appears on her face which is quickly covered.

(Yeah)

"Good good." She says standing up from the bed. She quietly removes her jewellery. I look at her and remove my sherwani.

She is interesting. Very interesting.