Part 6

                                    

                                          
Reluctantly, Karan pulled away, his eyes lingering on hers. "I'll see you in a bit," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "I need to get ready."
Tejasswi nodded, the heat of their kiss still lingering on her lips. "I'll be downstairs," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.
He had never felt this way about anyone, and the thought of his family arriving today filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He took a deep breath and pushed himself out of bed, the cool air hitting his skin and grounding him in reality. He had to get ready
. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the sound of laughter.Karan took a moment to appreciate the chaos, the warmth and love that filled every corner of his home. It was a stark contrast to the sterile hotel rooms he had grown accustomed to in New York.
Mrs. Kundrra caught his gaze and winked knowingly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Karan, it's time to go to the airport," she called out, her voice a gentle reminder of the tasks ahead.
He nodded, the reality of the day sinking in. "Yes, Mom," he said, his voice a little hoarse from the emotions of the night. He turned to Tejasswi, his eyes lingering on her beautiful face. "I'll see you when we get back," he promised, placing one last gentle kiss on her forehead before striding out of the room.
Tejasswi watched him go, a sense of longing welling up inside her. She knew they had taken a significant step in their relationship, one that had started with a simple peck on the lips. But now, she couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring, and if their burgeoning love could withstand the weight of their families' expectations.
Mrs. Kundrra entered the room, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Tejasswi, you look beautiful," she said, her voice filled with warmth. She had been so focused on her own nerves that she hadn't considered how Karan's family would receive them. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of anxiety. "I hope they like me."
Mrs. Kundrra's smile grew wider. "They will adore you," she assured her. 
. She felt a sudden rush of excitement mingled with nerves as she asked about his sisters."What are they like?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Mrs. Kundrra beamed. "Oh, you'll love them," she said. "They're both so different, but they share Karan's kind heart. One is a doctor, the other a chef. They're both quite the characters."The anticipation grew as the hours ticked by. Tejasswi tried to help with the preparations, but her hands shook with excitement and nerves. She was about to meet the women who would be her sisters-in-law, the siblings who had grown up with the man she was about to marry. Would they accept her? Would she fit into their lives as easily as she had with Karan?
The sound of a car pulling up outside brought everyone to a standstill. Mrs. Kundrra's eyes lit up, and she bustled towards the door, her excitement palpable. Karan and his sisters were back from the airport. Tejasswi took a deep breath, smoothing her hair and straightening her clothes. She didn't know what to expect, but she was ready to put her best foot forward.
The door swung open, and in bustled two young women, their laughter and chatter filling the foyer. They were a stark contrast to their brother's solemnity, their vibrant energy immediately noticeable. One, the doctor, was tall and slender, with a sharp wit and a no-nonsense attitude that made it clear she didn't suffer fools gladly. The other, the chef, was petite with curves that spoke of countless hours in the kitchen and an infectious smile that could light up the darkest room.