Adultery Nayi Shuruaat - Meri Sweet Maa Bani Meri Bhai Ki Dulhan

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Reeti poore din se ek ajeeb si excitement aur bechaini mehsoos kar rahi thi. Agle din poornima thi—woh raat jiski usne kalpana bhi nahi ki thi. Sadhu baba ke vachan uske dimaag mein goonj rahe the: “Har poornima ki raat, jab tum chaaho, tum phir se Garima ban sakti ho.”
Woh soch rahi thi, kya main sach mein wapas ban jaaungi? Kya woh meri purani aatma wapas jaag uthegi? Ya yeh sirf ek bharm hai?
college mein uska dhyan bilkul nahi tha. Class mein teacher kuch samjha raha tha, lekin uske dimaag mein sirf ek sawal tha—agar main Garima ban gayi, toh kya Rajat mujhe pehchaan lega? Ya door ho jaayega?
Lunch break mein uski friends chill kar rahi thi, gossip, reels, aur chips mein busy thi, lekin Reeti apni desk pe sirf ek jagah ko ghoorti rahi. Uska pen uske haath mein tha, lekin notebook bilkul khaali. Usne ek baar aankhon ke kone se dekha—teacher usi ko dekh raha tha. Usne turant sir hilakar dikhaya jaise sab samajh rahi ho… lekin andar se woh toofaan mein thi.
Shaam hote hi, ghar aate hi, usne seedha apne room ka rukh kiya. Naina ne poocha, “Kya hua Reeti? Aaj badi chup si hai.”
Reeti ne ek halki si muskaan di, “Bas Didi… college ka kaam zyada hai. Aaj raat padhai mein busy rahungi. Please disturb mat karna.”
Naina ne uska chehra dekha—kuch toh alag tha, lekin poocha nahi. “Thik hai, par dinner toh kar le,” usne kaha.
Reeti ne sirf itna kaha, “Nahi Didi… baad mein le loongi.”
Apne kamre mein jaate hi usne darwaza band kiya, curtains kheech diye, aur lights bujha di. Sirf chandni uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Usne apna phone uthaya…
Aur Rajat ko message kiya:
“Aaj main tere saath nahi ho paungi. Mujhe college ka kaam hai. Please disturb mat karna. Kal milte hain.”
Typing karte waqt uske haath kaanp rahe the. Send dabate hi, uska dil tez dhadakne laga.
Kuch hi der mein Rajat ka reply aaya:
“Oh… okay. I was really hoping to see you today. But no worries. Focus on your work. Miss you.”
Uska dil do tukdon mein baat gaya—ek hisa Rajat ke paas jaana chahta tha, doosra uss raaz ki taraf jahan uski purani pehchaan, uska sach, uska Garima hona chhupa tha.
Usne phone rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur khud se kaha:
“Aaj raat... ya toh main apne aap ko dobara paaungi... ya sab kuch hamesha ke liye badal jaayega.”


Raat badhti gayi. Chand aasman mein poore shauk se chamak raha tha—jaise usse bhi pata ho aaj kuch alag hone waala hai. Reeti apne room mein akeli thi, lekin aisa lag raha tha jaise har kona, har cheez uska intezaar kar rahi ho.
Usne apna dupatta khola, dressing table ke saamne baith gayi. Mirror mein apna chehra dekha—woh chehra jo abhi sixteen ka tha, lekin aankhon mein… chaalis saal ka dard, pyaar, aur jeevan bhara tha.
Usne aankh band ki… aur man mein us sadhu ke vachan gungunaye.
“Jab tum poornima ki raat, apni poori shraddha se is badlaav ko sweekar karogi… tum fir se Garima ban jaaogi.”
Usne apne haath mein chhoti si rudraksha ki mala uthayi, jo sadhu ne diya tha. Uski anguliyan tharthara rahi thi.
“Shiv Shambho… mujhe marg dikhaao,” usne dheere se kaha.
Chand ki roshni uske mukh par pad rahi thi. Hawa thodi thandi ho gayi thi. Usne aankh band ki… aur dhyaan laga diya. Har saans mein woh apne purane roop ko yaad karne lagi—maa hone ka ehsaas, apne pati ki seva, mandir mein diya jalana, Rajat ko chhoti si ungli pakad kar college bhejna…
Aur phir… kuch hua.
Ek halki si jhilmil roshni uske aas-paas chhayi. Jaise kamra kisi aur duniya mein ghus gaya ho. Uski saans tez ho gayi, lekin woh dar nahi rahi thi. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha, jaise koi darwaza khul raha ho uske andar.
Phir… ek baar mein, jaise koi purani yaadon ka samandar toot kar us par chhup gaya ho.
Uska chehra mirror mein badalne laga. Pehle uski aankhen—aur gahri ho gayi. Phir uska chehra—zyada matured, lekin abhi bhi wohi shanti.
Uske haath, ungliyan—ek grown woman ke jaise. Aur tab… usne dekha…
Garima wapas aa gayi thi.
Mirror mein khud ko dekh kar uski aankhon se aansu nikal gaye. “Main wapas aa gayi… ek raat ke liye hi sahi… lekin yeh main hoon. Puri tarah se.”
Usne haath joda, mandir ke taraf dekha, aur shukriya kiya.
“Mere Shiv… aapne mujhe ek baar phir jeevan diya.”
Lekin saath hi… ek aur soch uske dimaag mein aayi—
Ab main Rajat se milne jaaun? Ya yeh raat apne aap ke saath bitaoon?
Woh mujhe Garima ke roop mein dekhega… kya pehchaan lega? Ya uska pyaar sirf Reeti ke liye tha?
Dil mein jazbaat ka tufaan tha. Aankhon mein chandni, chehre par wohi purani Garima ki muskaan… 

Reeti—nahi, Garima—abhi bhi mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Usne apne lambe, gehre kaale baalon ko upar baandha, jaise woh kabhi baandhti thi gaav mein, jab pooja ke liye tayyar hoti thi. Haar cheez waapas aa gayi thi—uski aankhon ka noor, uske chehre ki garima, aur uske haathon ki mamta bhari lakeerein.
Mirror mein woh apni aankhon mein jhaanki.
“Yeh main hoon… Garima. Rajat ki maa.”
Kamre mein ek thand si thi. Sirf chandni aur khamoshi uske saath thi.
Woh dheere se whisper karti hai, “Iss kamre mein ab Reeti nahi… Rajat ki maa hai.”
Aur phir… uske dil mein ek aisa thought aaya jo uska saans lena mushkil kar gaya.
Kya Rajat mujhe is roop mein accept karega?
Woh ladka jo usse itna pyar karta hai, jise usne sirf ek jawaan ladki ke roop mein jaana hai…
Kya woh samajh payega ki uski Reeti… uski maa hai?
Woh toh soch chuki thi ki yeh raaz kabhi nahi khulega. Ki woh hamesha Reeti ban kar jeeyegi.
Ek nayi ladki, ek nayi zindagi, ek naya pyaar.
Lekin ab… uske paas yeh vardaan tha.
Har poornima ko woh ek raat ke liye Garima ban sakti thi.
Lekin yeh vardaan bhi ek paheli ban gaya tha.
“Main har mahine ek baar sach ban jaaungi… aur baaki ke din jhoot mein rahungi?”
“Kya yeh galat hai? Kya yeh paap hai?”
Usne aankhon se aansu pochhe. Phir dheere se whisper kiya,
“Main apni purani zindagi mein laut nahi sakti. Aur sach kahun toh… ab lautna chahti bhi nahi.”
Reeti ki zindagi mein Rajat ka pyaar tha. Woh izzat, woh chahat, woh junoon… jo Garima ke roop mein kabhi usse mila hi nahi.
“Ab main sirf maa nahi hoon. Main ek aurat bhi hoon. Aur mujhe Rajat se pyar hai. Main uski patni banna chahti hoon.”
Lekin phir… woh darr wapas aaya.
“Kya main use yeh sab bataa doon? Ya yeh vardaan bhool kar hamesha Reeti hi bani rahoon?”
Woh confusion uske dil mein chingari ki tarah jal raha tha.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha ek baar phir—chehra usi Garima ka tha jise Rajat ne bachpan mein ‘Maa’ keh kar pukara tha.
Lekin ab woh Garima sirf maa nahi thi.
Woh ek nayi aurat thi.
Ek pyaar mein doobi, ek raaz mein jeeti…
Woh Reeti bhi thi.
Aur woh Garima bhi.
Ek saans mein usne aankhen band ki.
Aur dil se poocha—“Sach kab tak chhupega?”
Kya Reeti ab is raaz ke saath jeeti rahegi? Ya kisi poornima ki raat… woh Rajat ko sach batane ka faisla karegi?
Kya likhein agla—Rajat us raat uske kamre ke bahar aa jaata hai? Ya next day jab woh phir se Reeti ban jaati hai, tab Rajat kuch mehsoos karta hai aur sawal uthata hai?



Rajat ne clock ki taraf dekha—raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Uske liye yeh ajeeb tha. Reeti kabhi aise chup-chap nahi hoti thi. Aaj poore din usne baat bhi kam ki, aur ab... bina good night kahe apne room mein band ho gayi thi.
Woh utha, slippers pehne, aur uske kamre ke saamne jaake dheere se knock kiya.
“Reeti?”
Koi jawaab nahi aaya.
Usne dubara knock kiya, is baar thoda zor se.
“Reeti, tu thik hai na? Darwaza khol.”
Andar, Garima—jo ab poori tarah se apne purane roop mein thi—mirror ke saamne khadi, aankhen bhari hui thi. Rajat ki awaaz sunkar uske pair kaanp gaye.
“Nahi… abhi nahi… abhi woh mujhe aise nahi dekh sakta,” usne socha, piche hat gayi.
Rajat ab thoda pareshan hone laga. Usne phone uthaya aur call kiya.
Andar phone baj raha tha, lekin Garima ne uthaya nahi.
“Reeti, bol toh sahi! Agar tu bimaar hai ya kuch hua hai, main darwaza tod dunga,” Rajat ki awaaz mein chinta thi.
Andar, Garima ne aankhen band ki aur andar hi andar prarthana ki—“Hey Shiv… is raat ko nikal jaane do. Mujhe is sach se bacha lo.”
Usne saans andar kheench kar, ek baar chilla kar kaha, “Main thik hoon, Rajat! Bas mujhe akele rehna hai. Kal milti hoon, please.”
Rajat ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Uske chehre par confusion tha… par woh Reeti ki awaaz mein kuch alag mehsoos kar raha tha—woh jo pehle kabhi nahi tha. Ek thakan, ek ghabrahat, jaise woh kuch chhupa rahi ho.
Lekin woh zyada press nahi kar saka. Usne sirf halki si awaaz mein kaha:
“Thik hai. Jaise tu chahe. Good night, Reeti.”
Aur woh wapas chala gaya. Dheere se chal kar apne room mein. Dil thoda bhari tha… aankhon mein thoda sa doubt.
Garima ne andar se uske kadmon ki awaaz suni jaise woh jaa raha ho. Usne chair ko pakad kar saans li.
“Ek raat aur… phir main fir se Reeti ban jaungi. Par main kab tak yeh jhooth jeeti rahungi?”
Usne darwaza ki taraf dekha—aur dil se kaha, “Tu mere paas aaya tha, Rajat. Aur main tujhe roke bina bhi rokti rahi. Maaf karna.”

Subah ki pehli roshni jab khidki se chhanni, to kamre mein ek narmi si chhayi thi. Chand ki jagah ab sooraj tha, aur raat ka jaadu ab dhundhla raha tha.

Garima—ab fir se Reeti—bed par soti hui thi. Uska chehra shaant tha, lekin aankhen band hone ke baad bhi, uske sapnon mein ek alag hi ladai chal rahi thi.
Achanak uski aankhen khuli.
Ek gehri saans li.
Haath apne gaal par le jaake mehsoos kiya—fir se woh jawaan komal chehra.
Woh uthkar mirror ke saamne gayi. Dheere se apna chehra dekha. Haan… woh phir se Reeti ban gayi thi.
“Laut aayi…” usne dheere se kaha, almost whisper mein.
Wahi lambe baal, wahi sixteen-year-old ladki ka roop, lekin aankhon mein ab ek raat ka bhar tha—ek aisi raat jisme usne apne aap ko dobara paaya… aur dobara khona bhi pada.
Thodi der baad, woh breakfast table par gayi jahan Naina coffee bana rahi thi.
Naina (casually, but with a teasing smile):
“Aaj toh bade fresh lag rahi ho, madam. Homework done, ya full moon ne magic kar diya?”
Reeti ruki, usne ek lamba sip liya paani ka, phir dheere se kaha:
“Didi… woh raat… main Garima ban gayi thi.”
Naina ka haath ruk gaya, coffee stirrer hawa mein freeze ho gaya.
“Tu… tu sach mein…?”
Reeti ne sir hilaaya. “Haan. Pura roop. Aankhon se leke awaaz tak. Main thi… par main woh bhi thi. Aur woh raat…”
Usne aankhen jhuka li. “Main us raat Rajat se milne nahi gayi. Usne darwaza khatkhataya. Mujhe bulaya. Lekin main… main darr gayi.”
Naina (softly):
“Woh samajhta kuch…?”
Reeti:
“Usne sirf meri awaaz suni. Lekin keh raha tha… meri awaaz mein kuch tha. Kuch… zyada jaan-pehchaan si.”
Usne aankhon mein aankhon daali Naina ke.
“Didi… usne kaha meri awaaz Reeti ki thi, par usme ek aur pehchaani hui aawaz chhupi thi. Jaise bachpan ki yaadon se jhank rahi ho.”
Naina ab serious ho gayi thi.
“Matlab… uska doubt jag raha hai?”
Reeti ne sir hilaaya.
“Thoda. Par poora nahi. Woh confuse hai. Main dekh sakti hoon uski aankhon mein—jaise uska dil kuch keh raha hai, aur dimaag kuch aur.”
Naina ne deep breath liya.
“Tu kya chahti hai, Reeti? Yeh sach kab tak chhupaayegi?”
Reeti chup ho gayi. Phir dheere se kaha,
“Main chahti hoon ki woh mujhe aise hi chahe… jaise ab chahta hai. Par… kab tak? Har poornima ko main badal jaungi. Har baar sach mere andar se cheekhega.”
Naina uske paas aayi, uska haath pakda.
“Tu chahe bhabhi ho, maa ho, ya behen—main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh—Rajat tujhe dil se chahta hai. Usse sach chubhega… lekin pyaar bacha lega.”
Tabhi… peeche se ek awaaz aayi.
“Good morning, girls.”
Rajat hall mein aa gaya tha—hair messy, eyes thodi si neend se bhari.
Usne Reeti ki taraf dekha, zyada dekh liya.
Kuch tha uski aankhon mein.
Jaise woh usse jaan ne laga ho. Jaise kuch yaad karne ki koshish kar raha ho.
“Kal raat… teri awaaz mein kuch alag tha, Reeti,” usne casually kaha, lekin aankhen search kar rahi thi.
Reeti ek pal ke liye ruki.
Usne bas muskaan di.
“Bas thoda homework stress tha… kuch nahi.”
Par andar se… uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
“Woh pehchan raha hai mujhe. Dheere-dheere. Aur jab sach saamne aayega… kya woh mujhe wapas gale lagaayega?”
Want to pick up with Rajat getting more suspicious—or maybe a flashback of what he [i]sensed behind that locked door? Or maybe next poornima he follows her secretly[/i]

Jaise hi Rajat coffee leke hall se bahar gaya, dono behne—ya kehna chahiye, didi aur bhabhi/maa/jawan behen in spiritual disguise—phir se ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar thoda muskaraayi.

Naina ne ek mischievous smile phenka aur apni adaa mein bola,
“Waise Reeti… agar kabhi Rajat ne tujhe Garima ke roop mein dekh liya aur phir bhi accept kar liya…”
Woh thoda jhuki, cup ke rim pe haath ghumaate hue bola,
“…to kya tu Garima banke uske saath… soegi?”
Reeti ka muh turant ek laal gulab ki tarah rang gaya. Uska spoon haath se girte girte bacha.
“Didi! Kya bol rahi hai tu? Pata hai na tu…!”
Naina hassi se hil gayi,
“Arre kya? Main toh bas hypothetically poochh rahi hoon. Itna toh allowed hai na is naye ‘rishtedar system’ mein.”
Uski aankhon mein woh typical badi behen waali mazaak bhari thi.
Reeti ne aankhen chhoti karke, nakhre se kaha,
“Main kabhi… kabhi bhi Garima ke roop mein Rajat ke paas nahi jaaungi. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.”
Thoda gusse mein thi, lekin uski awaaz mein ek dar bhi chhupa tha.
“Garima uski maa thi, Didi. Woh rishta kabhi nahi tut sakta. Jo bhi hoga… sirf Reeti ke roop mein hoga. Main kisi aur roop mein usse pyar nahi kar sakti.”
Naina thoda serious ho gayi. Usne sir hilaaya,
“Theek hai. Tu jaise chahe. Main toh bas… chhed rahi thi.”
Lekin jab baat khatam ho gayi, aur dono apne breakfast mein lag gayi, tab bhi Reeti ke dimaag mein ek soch baar-baar ghoom rahi thi.
“Lekin agar Rajat… khud chahe… Garima ko…?”
Woh soch darr mein lapet ke aayi thi. Jaise kisi ne seedha uske dil ke sabse nazuk kone ko choo liya ho.
Kya hoga agar kisi poornima ki raat… Rajat aankh milaye… aur kahe:
“Main jaanta hoon tu kaun hai.
Aur mujhe tu dono roop mein chahiye.”
Reeti ne apne spoon ko plate mein rakh diya. Ek thandi si hawa uske raagon mein daud gayi.
Usne dil mein kaha—“Woh din kabhi na aaye… ya agar aaye… toh main taiyaar hoon?”





Shaam ke waqt, jab Mumbai ki traffic apna usual madness macha rahi thi aur ghar ke andar ek shaant si routine chal rahi thi, tabhi Reeti ka phone baja. Display pe naam tha—“Baba”
(jo kabhi uske pati the, aur ab Rajat ke father).
Reeti ne turant speaker on kiya, aur Naina bhi paas aa gayi. Rajat aur Rohan dono nearby hi sofa pe baith kar snacks khaa rahe the, casually chatting.
Phone pick karte hi, us taraf se ek warm si awaaz aayi:
“Namaste, beta. Main soch raha tha… ab shaadi ki date fix kar dete hain.”
Reeti ne thoda surprise hokar bola, “Aap… abhi se?”
Baba ne halka hansa,
“Haan, panchang ke mutabik May 27 ek shubh din hai. Pure din mein shaadi ke yog ban rahe hain. Bas tum log tayari shuru karo. Dresses, card, shopping sab.”
Naina turant excited ho gayi:
“Baba! That’s amazing! May 27 matlab roughly 2.5 mahine bache hain. Bohot time hai sab perfect karne ke liye!”
Baba ne kaha,
“Main toh keh raha hoon 15 din pehle tum log gaav aa jao. Rituals, haldi, mehendi, pooja sab karna hai. Aur pre-wedding shoot bhi wahin kar lena, kheton ke beech… wahi asli magic.”
Call cut hone ke baad ek second ke liye sab chup ho gaye—yeh ho raha tha. Actual shaadi. Real deal.
Rohan ne cheerfully kaha,
“Toh bhai, ab toh shopping begin ho gayi! Naina, tu toh list ready rakh na. Main kabhi apni shaadi mein bhi itna involved nahi tha jitna ab hone waali saali ki mein hoon!”
Reeti thoda blush kar gayi, Rajat ki taraf dekha. Rajat ne haath pakad ke kaha:
“May 27… locked. And don’t worry, main sab karwaunga—dresses, shoot, rituals—bas tu mere saath rehna.”
Naina ne playful tone mein bola:
“Toh chalo girls… kal se bridal shopping mode on! And also—let’s book a pre-wedding photographer. Mujhe chahiye full cinematic drama. Reeti ko mustard field mein duppatta udaate hue Rajat ki taraf bhaagte hue!”
Reeti ne aankhen gol karke kaha:
“Didi! Please, mujhe K3G ka kareena mat banana!”
Rohan ne hansi chhupaate hue kaha:
“K3G? Nahi nahi… hum toh Pushpa meets DDLJ style shoot plan karenge. Rustic with swag.”
Sab hans padhe.
Lekin un sab ke beech… Reeti ke dil mein ek aur soch chal rahi thi—
“Shaadi toh Reeti ki ho rahi hai… par agar kabhi sach saamne aa gaya… toh kya Garima ka raaz yeh rishte ko tod dega?”
Par abhi ke liye… excitement zyada tha, dar thoda kam.

Next morning ka vibe wedding mode ON tha. Ghar ka har kona ek silent excitement se bhara hua tha—like even the walls knew something shaadiwala was coming. Naina ne ek whiteboard nikaala (jo pehle kisi diet plan ke liye liya tha, par fail ho gaya), aur uspe likhna shuru kiya:
"MISSION SHAADI: May 27"
✔ Bridal Lehenga
✔ Outfits for rituals (Haldi, Mehendi, Sangeet, Shaadi, Reception)
✔ Groom's outfits
✔ Family coordination dresses (because Instagram pe sab match hona chahiye)
✔ Photographer/Cinematographer
✔ Pre-wedding shoot theme, locations
✔ Jewelry trial + booking
✔ Makeup artist consultation
✔ Decor moodboard & props (flower chadar, lights, fairy tale tree etc.)
Rajat aur Rohan waha khade the, coffee leke, dekh rahe the jaise kisi war planning meeting ka part ho.
Rajat (with a grin):
“Bhai yeh ladkiyaan shaadi se zyada Google Sheets ke liye excited hoti hain.”
Naina (deadpan):
“Shaadi ek baar hoti hai. Instagram photos hamesha ke liye rehti hain.”
Rohan ne haath utha ke kaha,
“Main photographer shortlist kar raha hoon. Ek ladka hai jo drone shots se bara master hai—Pushkar mein shoot kiya tha last month. Reeti, Rajat—tum dono ke liye perfect hai.”
Rajat ne thumbs up diya, par uski nazar Reeti pe thi—jo kuch bol toh nahi rahi thi, par aankhon mein excitement tha, aur kahin na kahin ek chhupi si tension bhi.

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Saturday: Bridal Lehenga Shopping Day
Dilli Haat-style designer studio mein jab Reeti, Naina aur Rajat gaye, toh sales staff ne bas ek baar Reeti ko dekha aur bola:
“Aap toh dulhan ho na? Bas. Ab toh humara mission hai aapke liye woh lehenga dhoondhna.”
Pehla lehenga—classic red, heavy zari, cancan ke saath 12 kg ka drama.
Reeti mirror ke saamne aayi, aur sab ruke.
Naina (excited):
“OMG tu toh straight out of a Sanjay Leela Bhansali film lag rahi hai!”
Rajat ne aankhon se usse pura absorb kiya, lekin bola:
“Nice... but thoda zyada royal hai. Reeti ki vibe thodi aur earthy, subtle hai.”
Doosra—powder pink with mirror work. Light, dreamy.
Reeti ghoomti hai trial room se nikal kar aur dupatta adjust karte hue boli:
“Ye wala thoda main hoon.”
Rohan ne phone uthaaya:
“Click! Yeh Instagram story pe jaa raha hai.”
Phir aaya ek deep wine color lehenga, thoda off-beat, thoda mysterious—jaise ek raaz chhupa ho jisme pyaar bhi ho aur pehchaan bhi.
Reeti ne usse pehna… aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi.
Kuch pal ke liye sab chup ho gaye.
Rajat usse dekhta raha—aur uske dimaag mein woh kal raat ki awaaz, woh doosri pehchaan fir se goonj gayi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Iss wale mein tu... alag lag rahi hai.”
Reeti (mild panic chhupate hue):
“Achha lag raha hai ya... ajeeb?”
Rajat thoda close aaya, aur bola:
“Achha. Bas... jaise main tujhe pehle kahin dekh chuka hoon.”
Reeti ne aankhen jhuka li. Dil andar se goonj raha tha:
“Woh ‘kahin’... main hi thi, Rajat.”




Designer studio mein thoda soft instrumental music baj raha tha, staff thak gaye the lekin dulhan toh abhi full energy mode mein thi. Reeti ne finally woh lehenga pehna jisme sab kuch perfect lag raha tha—color, fit, vibe… aur haan, reaction factor.
Lehenga tha deep maroon velvet base with antique gold embroidery—fitted blouse with a sweetheart neckline jo uski collarbone ko softly frame karta tha, and just the right amount of skin that hinted at her confidence, not just beauty.
Jaise hi woh trial room se bahar aayi, Rajat—jo pehle thoda chill tha—straightened up jaise kisi ne uske senses ko jhatka diya ho.
Uski aankhen bas ek second ke liye Reeti ke chehre pe rukin…
Phir dheere-dheere neeche utarne lagi—uske sharp neckline pe… phir us blouse ke neeche jo barely met her waistline… jahan se uski soft neval peek kar rahi thi…
And finally us lehenga ke intricate doriyon tak jo uske hips ke paas bandh rakha tha.
Uski aankhon mein voh gentle lust tha—admiration wrapped in desire.
Reeti thoda ghoomti hai, dupatta ko ek shoulder pe rakhti hai, aur Rajat ke reactions ko clearly notice karti hai.
Rajat (thoda husky voice mein):
“Tum... is lehenga mein nahi ho, yeh lehenga tum mein hai. Like, it's jealous of your skin.”
Reeti blush karti hai, lekin uska confidence ab peak pe tha.
“Acha? Toh main kya karoon, warning label pehnu? ‘Caution: may cause distractions.’”
Rajat thoda close aaya, uske ear ke paas whisper kiya,
“You already are. I haven’t blinked in two minutes.”
Reeti ki aankhon mein woh soft sparkle tha—jo ek nayi dulhan mein hota hai, lekin uske dil ke kone mein ek yaad bhi thak-thak kar rahi thi…
Uski pehli shaadi.
Wo bhi ek simple red saree mein hui thi… no trials, no cameras, no compliments. Bas rituals, expectations, aur ek samarpan.
Lekin aaj?
Aaj uske har curve ko celebrate kiya ja raha tha. Har look mein sirf ek aurat nahi… ek khud ki chuni hui dulhan thi.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha.
“Pehli baar lag raha hai… main sach mein kisi ki dulhan ban rahi hoon. Aur is baar… yeh mere pyaar ki shaadi hai.”
Tabhi Naina cheekhti hai,
“Bhai, final confirmation chahiye—yeh lehenga DONE hai na?”
Rajat ne bina aankhen hilaaye kaha:
“If she doesn’t wear this, I’m cancelling the wedding.”
Reeti hansi se hil gayi. Phir aankh maar ke boli,
“Fine. Deal done. Is lehenga mein main sirf Rajat ki dulhan hoon… kisi aur ki maa nahi.”
Inside, though... ek soft thought still whisper kar raha tha:
“Lekin agar woh sach jaan gaya… kya woh mujhe is roop mein bhi itna hi chahega?”