Bandar kahin ke?

Dono Taraf Benaam Si Uljhan...

Jaise Mile Hon Dulha Dulhan...

Dono Ki Aisi Haalat Kyon Hai...

Haan Phir Itni Mohabbat Kyon Hai...

Mere Savaalon Ka Jawaab Do....

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Today was the day Keerti’s life was about to change forever. Dressed as a bride, she sat quietly, waiting for the baraat to arrive, knowing that in just a few moments, she would see her husband for the very first time.

Her heart felt heavy as tears slipped from her eyes at the thought of leaving her parents behind. Seeing this, her mother gently wiped her tears and said,

"Keerti beta, ro mat. Aaj tum apne asli ghar ja rahi ho, jahan tum apne pati ke saath rahogi. Un sab ko hamesha khush rakhna aur pati ko shikayat ka ek bhi mauka mat dena."

("Keerti, dear, don't cry. Today, you are going to your true home, the place where you will live with your husband. Always keep everyone there happy, and never give your husband a single reason to complain.")

Keerti was only twenty years old, and her father had delayed her marriage because she was their only daughter,  the center of their entire world. Hearing her mother’s words, her emotions overflowed and she said softly,

"Par maa, agar un logo ne mujhe aapke aur baba jaise pyaar nahi kiya to main kya karungi? Waha to aap bhi nahi hogi jo mujhe apni god mein thappi deke sula sake."

("But, Mom, what will I do if they don't love me the way you and Dad do? You won't even be there to lull me to sleep in your lap.")

Saying this, she broke down and hugged her mother tightly, her tears soaking into her saree.

Savitri tried to comfort her daughter, her voice trembling with love and helplessness as she said,

"Baccha, ro mat. Vo sab bohot acche log hai aur bohot ameer bhi. Mera bas chalta to main kabhi bhi tujhe apne se door naa karti, par ab teri umar ho gayi hai… itni umar mein to tu meri god mein khelti thi."

("Dear, don't cry. They are all very good people, and very wealthy, too. If it were up to me, I would never have let you out of my sight; but now you have come of age... at this very age, you used to play in my lap.")

Just then, Keerti’s grandmother walked in, and Savitri quietly pulled her ghunghat over her head. Looking at Keerti, her dadi spoke firmly,

"Keerti dekh beta, main tujhse zyada to kuch nahi kahungi. Shaadi ke baad pehli raat tera pati jo karna chahe use karne dena, naa mat kehna."

("Kirti, look, dear. I won't say much more to you. On your wedding night, whatever your husband wishes to do, let him do it; do not say no.")

Keerti lifted her tear-filled eyes toward her grandmother and replied softly,

"Aisa kya karenge vo dadi mere saath jo main unhe naa nahi keh sakti? Baba ne kaha hai kuch galat ho to uske khilaaf awaaz uthaani chahiye, naa bolna chahiye."

("What exactly would he do to me dadi, that I can't say no to him? Baba has always said that if something wrong happens, one must raise one's voice against it, one must say no.")

Her dadi shook her head and said,

"Raghav to bewkuf hai, uski baat mat sun. Aur jo bhi tera pati kahe, saari baat manna aur use karne dena."

("Raghav is a fool—don't listen to him. And whatever your husband says, obey everything and let him do it")

Just then, Raghav walked into the room, and the moment his eyes fell on Keerti, tears welled up in his own. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, crying as she said,

"Baba mujhe shaadi nahi karni hai, mujhe aapko aur maa ko chhod kar kahin nahi jaana… mujhe koi pati nahi chahiye baba."

("Baba, I don't want to get married; I don't want to leave you and Mother and go anywhere else... I don't want a husband, Baba.")

Raghav gently cupped her face, his voice breaking with emotion as he said,

"Gudiya, agle janam mein jab tu beta paida hokar mere paas rahegi na, tab kahin nahi jaane dunga tujhe. Aur abhi koi dikkat aaye shaadi ke baad, gharwale pareshaan kare, mann na kare to laut aana, tera baba hai na, apni gudiya ko apne paas rakhega hamesha."

("Gudiya, in the next life, when you are born as a son, I won't let you go anywhere. And even now, if any trouble arises after your marriage—if your in-laws trouble you, or if you simply don't feel happy there—come back home. Your Baba is here for you; he will always keep his Gudiya close by his side.")

The baraat arrived, filling the air with music and celebration, and everyone settled in the mandap for the wedding rituals.

Keerti had yet to see her soon-to-be husband — not even a glimpse — and neither had he seen her. Both were stepping into this marriage entirely on the trust and blessings of their parents.

On her wedding day, Keerti’s ghunghat was drawn so long and so perfectly that she couldn’t see her husband, and he couldn’t see her.

But as the rituals progressed, everything fell into place seamlessly. The sacred chants echoed, the blessings flowed, and in that moment, both Keerti and her husband became bound together, hearts and souls intertwined, for a lifetime — and beyond, in a bond that would last for seven lifetimes.

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Keerti had now arrived at her new home, and her griha pravesh rituals were completed. Still wrapped in nervousness and unfamiliarity, she followed her mother-in-law, Rekha, to her room where no one else was present. Rekha gently said,

"Beta, jaake aaraam kar lo, thakk gayi hogi na subah se."

("Beta, go and get some rest; you must be tired since morning.")

Keerti was still under her ghunghat when she took a step forward and suddenly slipped. Instantly, Rekha caught her hand and asked with concern,

"Kya hua beta, chakkar aa rahe hai kya? Tum theek to hona?"

("What happened, dear? Are you feeling dizzy? Are you alright?")

Keerti replied softly,

"Maaji, vo ghunghat mein kuch dikhai nahi de raha, pair fisal gaya zara."

("Maaji, I couldn't see anything through the veil—my foot just slipped a little.")

Rekha lifted her veil and said warmly,

"Beta, ghunghat ki koi zarurat nahi hai. Tum bina ghunghat daale aaraam se yahan reh sakti ho, apna hi ghar samjho ise."

("Beta, there is no need for a veil. You can live here comfortably without covering your face—consider this your own home.")

Keerti hesitated and said,

"Par maaji, dadi ne kaha tha apna chehra dhak ke rakhne ko, warna paap lagega."

("But Maaji, Grandma told me to keep my face covered, otherwise it would be a sin.")

Rekha smiled at her innocence and replied,

"Nahi beta, aisa kuch nahi hota. Dekho, maine bhi to ghunghat nahi liya hua hai na. Tum ab hamare ghar ki beti ho. Aur aise ghunghat pehne gir kar haddi tudwa li tumne to pareshaani ho jaayegi na."

(“No, dear, nothing like that happens. Look, even I’m not wearing a veil, right? You are now the daughter of this house. And if you end up falling and breaking a bone because of wearing such a veil, then it’ll become a problem, won’t it?”)

Saying this, Rekha laughed softly and added,

"Tum to chaand jitni sundar ho… agar maine is chaand ke tukde ko dhak ke rakha to shayad mujhe paap lag jaaye."

(“You are as beautiful as the moon… if I hide this piece of the moon behind a veil, perhaps it would become a sin for me.”)

Keerti stepped into her room, and only now did she start noticing how big and grand her new home really was. Alone for the first time, she wandered around the room like a curious little child, opening every drawer and exploring every corner. Soon, her eyes fell on a bottle of perfume.

She sat on the floor, examining it, and accidentally pressed the nozzle — sending a fine mist of fragrance into the air. The scent captivated her so much that within two minutes, the entire bottle was gone.

Just then, the door opened and Nitaanshu walked in. For the first time, he saw his new wife sitting on the floor, holding the empty perfume bottle. His heart started racing uncontrollably, and he couldn’t understand what he was feeling.

Keerti quickly stood up and discreetly hid the bottle behind her back. Nitaanshu, trying to compose himself, went to the table, drank a full glass of water, and then sat on the bed. Keerti followed, placing the perfume bottle aside, and drank water as well.

The strong scent of the perfume lingered in the air, and Nitaanshu caught a whiff of it — it made him turn toward her. Seeing Keerti’s chubby cheeks up close, his own face flushed red.

Breaking the silence, Keerti spoke first,

"To aap mere pati hain, aapse meri shaadi hui hai."

(“So… you are my husband. I am married to you.”)

Nitaanshu replied softly, "Haa."

("Yeah")

After a brief pause, he looked at her with a shy smile and said,

"To aap meri patni hai, jisse meri shaadi hui hai."

(“So, you are my wife… the one I am married to.”)

Keerti laughed, teasing him,

"Aap meri nakal uthar rahe ho, aapko pata hai jo nakal uthar ta hai use bandar kehte hai."

(“You’re copying me. You know, people who imitate others are called monkeys.”)

Nitaanshu blinked in surprise and said,

"Aap hame bandar keh rahi hai?"

(“Are you calling me a monkey?”)

At that moment, Keerti remembered her mother’s words — never give her husband a reason to complain. Her laughter faltered, guilt washed over her, and she said softly,

"Aap mujhe maaf kardo, mere muh se nikal gaya… main aapko bandar nahi kehna chahti thi."

(“Please forgive me, it just slipped out of my mouth… I didn’t mean to call you a monkey.”)

Nitaanshu couldn’t help but tease her a little, smiling,

"Par aapne to bandar kaha mujhe."

(“But you did call me a monkey.”)

Hearing this, Keerti’s eyes filled with tears, feeling that she had disobeyed her mother’s advice. Seeing her upset, Nitaanshu immediately grew concerned.

"Kya hua? Aap ro kyun rahi hain? Aapko meri baat buri lag gayi kya?"

(“What happened? Why are you crying? Did my words hurt you?”)

Keerti sniffled and whispered,

"Maa ne kaha tha pati ko shikayat ka mauka mat dena… aur maine aapko aate hi bandar keh diya."

(“Mother had told me never to give my husband a reason to complain… and the moment you arrived, I ended up calling you a monkey.”)

Nitaanshu laughed heartily and said,

"To kya hua usme? Main aapse naraaz nahi hu… mujhe to maa bhi bandar bulaati hai."

(“So what if you did? I’m not upset with you… even my mother calls me a monkey sometimes.”)

Keerti wiped her tears, her nose still red from crying. Seeing her, Nitaanshu grinned mischievously,

"Tum to ekdum bandar lag rahi ho."

(“You look exactly like a little monkey.”)

Keerti, crossing her arms dramatically, pouted and exclaimed,

"Hmph! Jaaiye, main aapse baat nahi karungi… aapne mujhe bandar kaise kaha!"

(“Hmph! Go away, I won’t talk to you… how could you call me a monkey!”)

Nitaanshu quickly held his ears and said apologetically,

"Mujhe maaf kar dijiye, Keerti ji."

(“Please forgive me, Keerti ji.”)

Hearing her name from her husband’s lips for the first time made Keerti’s stomach flutter, and she said shyly,

"Ye aapki shaadi ke baad pehli galti thi, isliye aapko maaf kiya maine… waise aapka naam kya hai?"

(“This was your first mistake after our marriage, so I’ve forgiven you… by the way, what is your name?”)

Nitaanshu blinked and replied,

"Kyun, aapko mera naam nahi pata kya?"

(“Why? Don’t you know my name?”)

Keerti pouted and said,

"Nahi baba ne bataya tha bas ek baar, aur mujhe aapka naam abhi yaad nahi aa raha. Vo kya hai na, mujhe cheezein acche se yaad nahi rehti."

(“No, Baba told me only once, and I can’t seem to remember your name right now. It’s just that… I’m not very good at remembering things.”)

Laughing at her innocence, Nitaanshu said,

"Koi baat nahi, mera naam Nitaanshu hai… tum mujhe Nitaanshu bula sakti ho."

(“It’s alright, my name is Nitaanshu… you can call me Nitaanshu.”)

Keerti gasped, placing her hand over her mouth and exclaimed,

"Haaye Ram! Main apne pati ka naam kaise le sakti hoon, mujhe paap lag jaayega!"

(“Oh dear Lord! How can I take my husband’s name? It would be a sin for me!”)

Nitaanshu couldn’t stop smiling at Keerti’s innocence and thought "bolte hue kitni pyaari lagti hai meri biwi", Just then, Keerti looked at him curiously and asked,

"Vaise aapki umar kya hai? Meri to bas 20 hai, aapki kitni hai?"

(“By the way, how old are you? I’m only 20… how old are you?”)

He replied softly, "Main 26 saal ka hoon."

(“I am 26 years old.”)

Keerti immediately said, "Aap to buddhe ho."

(“You’re old.”)

Nitaanshu made a face and protested,

"Bas 26 ka hoon, aap mujhe buddha kyun keh rahi ho? Jaiye, main aapse baat nahi karunga."

(“I’m only 26, why are you calling me old? Go away, I won’t talk to you anymore.”)

Teasing him, Keerti laughed and said,

"Dekha, jo buddhe hote hai na, unko hi zyada gussa aata hai — jaise abhi aapko aa raha hai."

(“See? Old people are the ones who get angry so quickly — just like you’re getting angry right now.”)

Pouting, Nitaanshu said,

"Keerti ji, main buddha nahi hoon… abhi to main jawaan hoon."

(“Keerti ji, I’m not old… I’m still young.”)

Their playful banter continued when suddenly Keerti asked innocently,

"Vaise aap raat mein mere saath kya karne waale ho? Dadi ne kaha tha aap jo karo, main aapko karne doon, lekin unhone bataya nahi ki aap kya karne waale ho."

(“By the way, what are you going to do with me tonight? Grandma told me to let you do whatever you want… but she didn’t tell me what exactly you’re going to do.”)

Nitaanshu’s breath caught in his throat and he started coughing. Keerti quickly handed him a glass of water and gently rubbed his back. When he finally stopped coughing, she asked again,

"Bataaiye na, aap kya karne waale ho raat mein?"

(“Tell me na… what are you going to do tonight?”)

This time, looking straight into her eyes, Nitaanshu said softly,

"Kuch nahi… jab tak aap nahi kahengi, tab tak aapko main touch bhi nahi karunga."

(“Nothing… until you say so yourself, I won’t even touch you.”)

Keerti was looking at Nitaanshu quietly, her eyes filled with a soft, innocent affection she herself didn’t yet underst

and. The room felt warmer somehow, calmer, like something gentle was slowly beginning between them.

Feeling shy under her gaze, Nitaanshu cleared his throat and said softly,

"Chaliye, ab so jaaiye… aap thakk gayi hongi na."

(“Come on now, go to sleep… you must be tired, right?”)

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