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"When the breakfast table
turns into a stage for love's little gestures."
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I stretched out my arms, opening my eyes groggily and taking a small yawn. Rubbing my eyes, I settled back into the bed, savoring the last remnants of sleep. A minute later, reality hit me with the force of a sledgehammer: I was now Mrs. Jiya Tanishk Singhaniya. My name felt almost enchanting with its new twist. Normally, I'd be lost in these thoughts, but today, my gaze drifted to where Tanishk was propped up on his shoulder, his posture oddly reminiscent of a contented cat.
"Tch, don't move!" he chided in the early morning hush.
"What happened?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. Before I could process anything, he grabbed my left arm, pulling it away from my face and placing it beside me. I sighed, following his gaze, only to find my left boob exposed. Wait, where did that come from?
I blinked several times, trying to comprehend the situation. With a sudden burst of energy, I kicked him, not in any specific place, just a general direction which caused him to lose his balance and tumble off the bed with a thud. There he was, sprawled on the floor, glaring up at me. I scrambled to cover myself properly, my face flushed with embarrassment.
Had he been watching me all night? The thought made me shudder. I wrapped myself tightly in the saree and made a hasty retreat to the bathroom.
"Damn you! Mannerless girl!" he shouted after me. I glanced back to see him wincing and glaring in my direction, but the slam of the bathroom door cut off any further remarks.
After a few moments of self-recrimination and adjusting my dishevelled appearance, I emerged from the bathroom, clutching a new packet of blouse and saree along with my garments neatly organized from the night before. With a sigh, I shot him a look that clearly said, "This is far from over."
Clearly, my husband had a new morning routine involving peeks and surprises, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle this new chapter of our life together. As I stood in the bathroom, the muffled sounds of Tanishk's complaints reached my ears, growing louder with every word.
"Seriously, Jiya?" he bellowed, clearly still irked.
"You kick me off the bed and then act all innocent? I was just admiring the view, and now look where I am......on the floor!" His tone was a mix of frustration and playful annoyance, and despite the situation, I found myself blushing. I could almost picture him sprawled on the floor, rubbing his back and glaring at the ceiling.
"Couldn't you have hesitated just a little?" I shot back!
"I'm trying to be a gentleman here, but you just had to throw me out of bed! I was enjoying the sight of your naked—"
A loud bang interrupted him, making me flinch and nearly drop my towel. I hurriedly glanced around, heart racing, wondering what on earth he was up to now. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor was followed by his exasperated shout.
"Great, just great! Now I've knocked over my phone. Could this morning get any worse?" I bit my lip, trying to suppress a grin at the absurdity of the situation. His shouting was a mix of frustration and, oddly enough, excitement.
"Go and do your work out!" I yelled out suppressing my smile.
"I won't mind if you join me," he shot back. This man!
Despite the whirlwind of our unexpected marriage, the morning banter between us brought a glimmer of hope that everything might just work out. It was clear that our relentless teasing would be a constant in our lives. I chuckled softly as I stepped out, adorned in my new saree. The fabric clung to me.
My hair was still damp, and as I walked into the room, I found Tanishk in the middle of his morning pushups. His face tilted upward, catching sight of me. He continued his exercise routine with a focused expression, his gaze were intense as it followed me across the room. I stood there, slightly self-conscious under his scrutinizing eyes.
"Nihariye mat, Nazar lag jayegi hume."
"Don't stare at me, I'll get too many looks," I said, trying to sound nonchalant while throwing a cold shoulder in his direction. His intense stare was both irritating and oddly flattering. It seemed I couldn't help but admire him while he worked out, a habit I had developed from peeking through the window when we were just strangers. His impressive physique was impossible to ignore.
"Tch, dekho mat aise!"
"Stop staring like that!" I exclaimed, shooing him away with the towel in my hand and turning around. I got busy with my post-bath routine, bending slightly to wipe my hair. My back was fully exposed to him, but I was too preoccupied with my own tasks to let it bother me.
Just as I was about to finish up, a sudden, sharp spank made me yelp, "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The spank combined with the string of my blouse snapping loose left me momentarily stunned. I clutched my blouse, my heart racing with a mix of surprise
"Seriously, Tanishk?" I shouted. spinning around with my face flushed. I found him smirking, clearly enjoying my reaction.
"What? I couldn't resist," he said with an innocent shrug.
"You looked so engrossed in yourself that I thought I'd add a little spice to the morning."
"Spice?" I retorted, trying to cover up the blush creeping up my cheeks.
"This isn't a cooking show, you know!"
"Well, someone has to keep things interesting," he replied, his grin widening.
"And besides, it's not every day I get to see my wife in a saree while she's flustered. It's like a live comedy show," I rolled my eyes as if he wasn't a joker of the circus! Despite his antics, there was something endearing about his playful nature. I shook my head, trying to regain my composure as I fastened the blouse string with a trembling finger.
"Jiya?" Tanishk's voice broke through the haze of morning chaos, snapping me back to reality.
"Yes?" I replied, glancing over my shoulder.
"Take out my clothes!" he instructed, his tone surprisingly nonchalant. I couldn't help but smile. Despite the whirlwind of our recent nuptials, it was endearing to see that we were trying to keep things as normal as possible. The familiarity was oddly comforting.
"Shirt pehenoge aap?"
"Will you wear a shirt?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I grabbed the closet handle.
"Jo pasand hai woh nikal do.
"Pick out whatever you like," he responded, closing the door of the bathroom.
"Oh, really? So now you're giving me free rein over your wardrobe? This must be the most trusting moment of our marriage."
"I'm just hoping you'll pick something that doesn't look like it was stolen from a circus," I raised an eyebrow as I rifled through his clothes.
"Well, since you're so confident in my taste, prepare yourself for a fashion statement you'll never forget."
"Alright, Ms. Fashion Icon," I smiled, keeping his clothes on the table, I couldn't help but appreciate the easy banter between us.
I descended the stairs, my new saree trailing gracefully behind me. A veil ttugging on my head as I entered the living area, I saw my father-in-law and mother-in-law awaiting me. Their smiles were warm, a reassuring balm to my earlier nerves. Vikas, with his ever-present teasing grin, shot me a knowing look that made me shake my head in amusement. His mischievous glint was a reminder of the playful dynamic we shared.
"Bahot pyari lag rahi ho."
"You look so pretty," my mother-in-law said, cupping my cheeks gently. Her words made me blush deeply, and I looked down, my face flushing with shyness.
"Will you make something sweet?" she asked, her tone both warm and expectant. I looked up in surprise, a smile spreading across my face. Her request was far from the scolding I had braced myself for, and I was immensely grateful for her kindness.
"Come on, I'm not like those daily soaps mother-in-law!" she continued, her voice laced with a playful edge.
"I know we all were tired," I couldn't have asked for a more understanding mother-in-law. Her easy demeanour was a far cry from the harsh stereotypes I had anticipated.
"It's just the beginning, bahu. You'll see a different side soon enough," Papa chimed in, peeking out from behind his newspaper which soon turned into his mock cough, followed by a tight-lipped smile from Maa, made me giggle out loud.
"Well, we'll see who turns out like a daily soap...the father and mother-in-law" Maa said, leading me toward the kitchen.
As we entered, I was struck by the sight of the kitchen adorned with vibrant red flowers around the stove. I hadn't ventured into this space much before, as Tanishk had always been the one to fetch ingredients and utensils from the shops while I focused on preparing meals in my house for him before marriage.
"Ma... umm, I'm sorry for waking up late," I said, fidgeting with my saree in embarrassment.
"No need to apologize," Mama said, her smile reassuring.
"We all need a bit of rest. Let's get you comfortable and start the day on a good note," I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. The atmosphere was light, and as I began to prepare something sweet, I felt a new sense of belonging. This house, with its warmth and laughter, was starting to feel like home.
I took the plates from Maa's hands with a determined gesture, insisting that I handle this myself. As we settled into the kitchen, the comforting routine of preparing something sweet began. We started talking, the light-hearted banter easing the morning tension.
"Finally, my son is married," Maa said, her voice tinged with both amusement and satisfaction. Her statement made me frown slightly as I stirred the semolina in the cauldron.
"Can you believe it? He's 31, and until now, he wasn't ready for anyone!" She continued, her tone playful.
"He always said he didn't want a wife's daily 'kich kich.' He thought being single was a blessing!" I chuckled at her words, but internally, I was stung by the mention of 'kich kich.' It was hard not to remember how Tanishk had called me, declaring his desire to 'paint my kamariya with turmeric' and his insistence that he couldn't live without me. The contradiction was striking. Here he was, admitting his unending devotion to me, while his mother spoke of his single life as a blessed escape.
"But everything changed once you entered his life," Maa said with a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the contrast in her son's behavior.
"I've never seen him so adamant about someone," she continued, her voice warm and teasing.
"You've certainly cast a spell on my son. Your charm has captured his heart in a way I haven't seen before," She playfully held my chin, causing me to bite my lip and look down, blushing profusely. Her words were flattering and made me feel like a cherished part of their family.
"A partner is truly needed in life," she said, a smile gracing her lips.
"No maa, I consider myself lucky to have Tanishk. He proved his love by standing up for me, even in public humiliation. Not many men would do that in this day and age," Maa's eyes softened with understanding.
"Yes, he's always been a man of his word. And you've brought a new light into his life. It's clear how much he cares for you," As we continued preparing the sweet dish, the kitchen filled with a sense of ease and camaraderie. The earlier tension had dissipated, replaced by the comforting rhythm of domestic life. Despite the unexpected turn of events that had brought us together, the warmth and acceptance from Tanishk's family made me feel like I was finding my place in this new chapter of my life.
As I was busy adding milk and jaggery to the semolina, a familiar presence made its way into the kitchen. Tanishk strolled in with the kind of nonchalance that only someone utterly at ease could muster. He wrapped his arms around Maa from behind, resting his chin against her shoulder while his gaze was locked onto me.
I averted my eyes, blushing profusely, trying to focus on the task at hand, even as the heat from the stove seemed to intensify. Tanishk's eyes were unrelenting, and I couldn't help but feel the warmth spread across my cheeks. He looks handsome!
"Careful there," Tanishk teased, his voice light and playful.
"I hope you don't burn the whole kitchen down," Maa, ever the no-nonsense figure, gave him a gentle slap on the cheek.
"Out of the kitchen, Tanishk! You're distracting her," He whined, clearly not used to being shooed away, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. This man was undoubtedly a mumma's boy through and through.
"Maa, your favourite plant out of the window, see," I couldn't help but wonder what kind of mischief he was up to now. Maa, ever the curious soul, peered out the window with a twinkle in her eye. The moment her attention was diverted, Tanishk seized the opportunity with the expertise of a practiced flirt. In one swift motion, he grabbed my chin gently, his other fingers digging into my waist with a firmness that caught me completely off guard. Before I could react, his tongue was in my mouth, his bold move leaving me speechless. My eyes widened in shock, and I was left holding the spatula like a shield as his tongue danced with mine for a split second before he pulled away smoothly. That was smoothly hot! But Seriously? What is this sudden romance? I managed to gasp, my heart racing and my face flushed.
Maa turned around, her eyes narrowed at Tanishk, clearly unimpressed by his antics.
"You think you can get away with this, young man?"
Tanishk, ever the charmer, simply winked at her.
"Just having a bit of fun, Maa," Maa's gaze shifted to me, her expression a mix of amusement and mild reproach. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I found myself blinking furiously, trying to make sense of the morning's chaotic yet oddly endearing events.
He turned on his heel and left the kitchen, casting a final glance back at me while tracing his lips as if savouring the taste of our unexpected kiss.
"Ugh, what a morning," I muttered to myself, struggling to regain my composure and continue with the semolina. Tanishk's smirk lingered in my mind, leaving me to wonder what other surprises he had in store for the day.
As the morning sun poured into the kitchen, it was clear that the light breakfast had turned into a moment of culinary triumph. The chilla, a savory pancake made from gram flour and spices, had been prepared with a touch of love and care, and the praises from everyone were as warm as the meal itself.
"Jiya, this chilla is absolutely delightful!" Vikas said with a broad grin, savoring every bite.
"Mmm, perfect blend of spices," added Maa, her eyes twinkling as she took another helping. I could only sigh in relief, happy to see the genuine appreciation on their faces. The breakfast, light yet filling, had been a success.
The satisfaction in their expressions was worth every bit of effort. But the tranquility was short-lived. Tanishk, having devoured his share with a contented smile, suddenly pushed back his chair. His movements were deliberate, his eyes fixed on me as he made his way across the dining table. I tensed, shaking my head as he approached. Without waiting for a response, he reached towards his neck and unclasped the golden chain he wore. My confusion grew as he walked straight to me.
"I don't have anything right now, but..." He began, wrapping the chain around my neck.
"This lucky charm is all I can give you right now," I stared at him, overwhelmed. His gesture was more than just a token; it was a symbol of his affection, a piece of him that he was entrusting to me. My eyes misted over as I looked up at him, feeling the weight of his sincerity.
"This is a reminder that I care for you deeply," he said softly.
"And that my feelings are as genuine as this chain is precious," I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. His words and actions were a testament to how much he valued me, and it was clear that his parents had indeed nurtured him with a deep sense of love and respect. As he stepped back, his gaze still locked with mine, I could see the affection in his eyes. The golden chain around my neck felt like a promise, a sign that our journey together would be filled with moments of tenderness and love.
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