OS: Teri Bindiya Re

It was his brother's wedding and Maan couldn't have been happier. As he looked up at his older brother, Teji Singh Khurana, sitting high on top of a white horse adorned with all sorts of glitz and glamour, he didn't miss the smile that was concealed behind the floral strings of his sehra. His brother had always been his idol. For as long as he could remember, Maan had wanted to be like Teji. As a younger boy, he mimicked Teji the best he could – from his walk, to the way he talked, and even the way he slept. As he grew into a man himself, Maan went to the same school as Teji and got the same degree. He followed the same career path, starting with the same job that had been Teji's when he had first joined Khurana Constructions.

The baraath approached the gates of the Handa Estates. Lights adorning the compound from top to bottom, flowers cascading over the walls, and people all set to greet them. On a board outside the high walls of the home stood a sign…

Nandini Handa

Weds

Teji Singh Khurana

Maan held out a hand for Teji as he came of the horse with ease. He felt his brother hand shake for just a moment and then it stopped. Maan knew that his brother was nervous, but his brother was also happy. Sure it was an arranged marriage, but his brother truly believed that their parents had chosen the perfect girl for him, because after all, they were the parents and they knew best.

As they approached the entrance of the house, Maan could see his brother's soon-to-be in-laws standing at the door surrounded by various guests. Oddly, behind them stood a crowd of more people separated by a sheet. Maan couldn't figure out why Mr. & Mrs. Handa stood in front of the sheet, while everyone else stood behind it.

The baraath came to a halt in front of the Handa's and greetings were quickly exchanged, which was followed by Mrs. Handa doing the aarti, tillak and all other necessary traditions. They were invited in but were stopped by a comment made by one of the girls behind the sheet.

"Aaise kaise aandar aa sakte hai aap Jijaji," one of the girls said with a smirk.  

"Matlab?" Teji asked.

Maan already knew where this was heading – his soon-to-be Bhabi's sisters and friends were going to ask for money to allow them to come in. Maan and all the other groomsmen had come prepared to bargain, because there was no way they were going to pay to come inside for his own brothers wedding. There was just NO WAY.

"Aapko kya lagta hai, humari Didi ko hum aaise hi aapko deh denge?" a soft, musical voice asked.

Maan and the other baraathi looked around but couldn't see the person who that voice belonged to.

"Kaun bola?" Maan asked, as he looked around for the person that voice belonged to.

"Maine bola," the voice came again.

This time, Maan looked in awe as he saw her for the first time that night. A girl looked at him from just over the top of the sheet that was blocking them. All he could see were her eyes. Instantly he thought that those had to be the most beautiful pair of eyes he'd ever seen in his life. They weren't quite brown, or hazel or green – they were a mixture of them all. They were big and nearly almond shaped, outlined with the blackest eyeliner making her look like a vixen.  

The only other thing he could see was a large bindi on her forehead. Maan wasn't one who usually noticed such things about girl, but for some reason, the bindi this girl wore was unique, and unlike one he'd seen before. This bindi was larger and longer than one he'd ever seen. It was set on a gold colored backdrop with glittering stones of all shapes and sizes. In the center was a big diamond shaped stone, which was surrounded by smaller round ones on both sides. The tail end of the bindi was lined with an assortment of square and round stones that rode half way up her forehead.

The combination of the beautiful bindi and her beautiful eyes was, well, beautiful.

"Aab aapki bolti kyun band hogayi?" the girl called.

It was that comment that brought Maan from out of his daze and caused him to quickly draw his attention away from the girl's bindi.

He put on his stern face again before addressing her.

"Ji aap kaun?" he asked.

"Main? Main toh Jijaji ki honewali saali hoon," she said proudly.

Maan was surprised at how expressive her eyes were, because if though he couldn't see her face, he knew she was smiling at the moment because her eyes were smiling back at him.

"Saali?" Maan asked.

Suddenly he remembered. The Handa's had three children. The oldest was Nandini Handa, who would become Nandini Singh Khurana in just a matter of a few hours. Then there was the middle child, a son, Lucky Handa, who was about Maan's age and was helping Mr. Handa run the Handa business. Then there was the youngest Handa girl – Geet Handa. She was four years younger than Lucky and had been abroad studying while all the talks for the wedding were on. She'd actually missed all other wedding functions because they had coincided with finals she was taking, or so they'd been told.

"Toh finally, aapko fursat milgayi aapni behen ki shaadi mein aane ki," Maan commented.  

Maan suppressed a laugh as he saw the girls eyes narrow at him. He knew she must be giving him a few curses in her mind.

"Didi ki shaadi ho, aur main naa aaun?" she said sarcastically, "Aaisa khabi nahin hosakta."

"Aacha…" Maan said, suddenly lost in her eyes again.

"Aab andar aana hai toh tax toh lagega hi," she said. "Chalo chalo, paisa nikalo."

"Kyun? Hum kyun paise deh?" one of Teji's friends called.

"Kyun ke tax diye bina, aap log toh andar jaanese rahe," she said.

With that she suddenly disappeared behind the sheet.

"Hum koi paisa vaisa nahin denge," someone else called from behind Maan.

"Kyun? Kanjoos ho kya?" the girls asked, still out of sight.

Maan whispered something to Teji.

"Saali sahiba, ek sawal poochna tha?" Teji called.

That did the trick, the girl with the intoxicating eyes came up, but again only her eyes and her bindi could be seen.

"Ji Jijaji?" she asked.

"Yeh…chadar…" Teji asked.

Maan watched amused as the girl suddenly became shy and looked away.

"Woh…umm…haan," she said as if a light bulb finally clicked, "Woh kya hai naa ke jaldbazi mein ribbon nahin mila tho…"

"Ribbon nahin mila toh aapne chadar tang diya?" Maan asked cutting her off.

There was fire in her eyes as she looked back at him.

"Kyun?" she asked, "Aapko koi problem hai humari chadar se? Aur ho bhi toh kya…yeh aapke liyeh nahin hai, yeh toh Jijaji ke liye hai."

"Magar…" Maan began only to be cut off.

"Kya aapko koi problem hai Jijaji?" she asked.

"Nahin toh…mujhe koi problem nahin hai," Teji answerd.

The girl behind the sheet looked at him with triumph in her eyes before disappearing behind the sheet again.

"Toh aab, paise ke baath hojaye?" one of the other girls asked.

The bargaining continued for at least five minutes, at the end of which Teji ended up paying exactly what the girls had asked for. He handed over the money to the girls and soon the sheet was removed and Teji stepped inside. Maan and the other groomsmen were ordered to wait until Teji was fully inside before they could come in. Maan looked to see if he could find the girl with the beautiful eyes but he couldn't spot her.

"Andar aajayeh," he heard her call.

It was then, he looked up and saw a girl dressed in an olive green, gold and purple outfit, her back to him, holding onto Teji's arm. She hadn't bothered to turn her face, so Maan still couldn't see her. He stepped inside, not looking at where he was going and before he knew it, it was on the floor.

Instantly laughter broke out in the room. Maan looked around to see the guys he'd been standing next to – the groomsmen – were all on the floor just like he was. Some of them had their shoes off, some of them had one on and one off. It was then that Maan realized that there had been glue put on the floor so when they stepped in, their shoes got stuck causing them to lose balance and fall.

"Aab samaj mein aaya ke hume ribbon kyun nahin mila?" the with her back to him asked before rushing off with Teji.

Maan sat on the floor dumbfounded while other in the baraath rushed over to help the fallen men up. It had all been part of her prank, that's why she'd used the sheet. That's why she kept disappearing ever few seconds. Maan finally got to his feet, retrieved his shoes and promised himself that this was the only prank that was going to be played on the Khurana's this night.

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Maan sat with Teji and other friends and family in an area just off to the side of the mandap. There was still time before the actually ceremony was to take place, so they were just enjoying themselves, teasing Teji, joking around and what not. Suddenly, amidst the laughter and talking, Maan heard the sound of something jingling. Using his hands he instructed everyone to be quiet and as the hush fell over their group, the sound of jingling and whispering became more prominent. Turning around, Maan saw a group of girls snooping around behind them.

"Ahem ahem," he said as he pretended to clear his throat.

Instantly, all the girls stopped with they were doing and froze in the positions that they were in.

"Kya hum aapke maddat kar sakte hai?" Maan asked, as he propped his right leg over his left and leaned on the back of the chair.

"Ji nahin, thank you," someone said.

"Aagar aap log joote doond rahe hai toh main aabhi batadoon ke woh nahin milenge," Maan said.

"Aapse kisne kaha ke hum joote doond rahe hai?" someone asked.

This time, when he turned to his left, he saw them again – the beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi. This time, she was sitting in chair a few rows behind them, leaning forward so the rest of her face was hidden by the chair in front of her.

"Kissi ne toh nahin kaha, baas…main hi keh raha hoon," Maan said in a mocking tone. "Bohot hogayi aapki manmani, bohot hogayi humari mazaak…aab toh iss shaadi mein Khurana's ki hi chalegi."

He heard her scoff as she rolled her eyes and then looked up at the ceiling. Maan couldn't help it, and looked up as well.

"Hey Babaji," the girl called. "Yeh samajte kya hai aapne aapko?"

With that, she turned around, stood up and began to leave.

"Kya Bhaia," Maan said as he leaned a hand on Teji's shoulder, "Aapki saali toh bohot jaldi haar mangayi."

The girl stopped in her tracks and stood still for a few seconds. Then, she pulled her raven like hair to one side of her shoulder before she spoke.

"Jijaji, aapne bhai se keh dijiyeh ke hum itni asaani se haar nahin mante," she said.

"Sunliya Maan?" Teji asked.

Maan stood up before he spoke again.

"Hum bhi aapke Jijaji ke bhai hai," Maan said as he addressed the girl. "Hum bhi dekthe hai, ke aap joote kaise churate hai."

The girl turned her face slightly, but again all Maan could see were her eyes and the bindi, because her hair covered the rest.

"Hum bhi aapki Bhabi ki behen hai, joote toh hum churake hi dikhayenge," she promised.

With that she walked away, once again leaving Maan to wonder what caugtht his attention more – her spunky attitude, her bewitching eyes, or that beautifully adorned bindi. Maan felt like he was falling for the second time that night, not on the floor, but for those beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi.

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Maan and the boys of the baraath had made sure that no one saw them hiding the shoes and that no one heard them talking about the shoes. Not only had the girls managed to rob his brother of an entrance fee, but they'd also managed to embarrass Maan and the other groomsmen in front everyone – they weren't going to get the shoes…NO WAY.

Maan had left Romeo and Adi, two of his friends, in charge of watching over the shoes while he made a quick run to the bathroom. As he began walking back, he looked at where Romeo and Adi should have been sitting, but was surprised when he found those seats empty. Looking around, Maan groaned as he found them deep in conversation with two girls. Maan remembered the girls as being friends with the Handa daughters, Tasha and Pinky. While Romeo was drooling over Tasha, Adi was quiet taken by Pinky.

"Kissi kaam ka nahin hai yeh dono," Maan said to himself.

It was then he realized, no one was watching over the shoes. Holding his breath he turned to where the shoes were hidden. His eyes traveled past the mandap towards the corner of the room where a table had been set up to hold the various things that would be needed for the ceremony. The table was covered in a white table cloth that ran down to the floor. That is where the guys had slipped Teji's shoes soon after entering the venue. He was hoping that no one was wise to this fact.

Maan's hopes shattered when he saw someone's head peeking out from the other side of the table. Someone knew that the shoes were hidden there. He immediately ran over, kneeled down and shot his hand under the table hoping to grab the shoes before anyone else did. Unfortunately, he can in contact with a pair of soft hands.

It was then, the person on the other side of the table looked at him. It was her again – the one with the beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi. At first there was shock and a hint of fear in her eyes, but as her eyes focused and she recognized him, the relief rushed in.

Maan was completely in a daze as the girl with the beautiful eyes looked at him. He'd never seen a pair of more expressive eyes. He felt that if he stared at her long enough, he'd just drown in their depths. And for some odd reason, he also felt that if she stared at his eyes long enough, she figure out all of his emotions, all of his deepest darkest secrets.

She blinked and her eyes glowed with a new sparkle. Then, when she winked at him, Maan was rendered speechless. He just stayed there like a statue as she giggled and then ran away. It was only when she was already at least twenty feet away from him that he noticed the shoes were in her hand.

"Shit," he cursed as he got to his feet.

He tried yelling for Adi and Romeo but these two Majnu's were completely gone over their Laila's. So Maan took off after the girl himself. He tried his best to keep her insight but with all the turns and cuts she as making, he eventually lost her as she slipped into the darkened corridors of the home. However, he heard the sounds of her payals and followed them finally finding her again.

He saw her standing behind a pillar, hiding from him. She moved her left hand to fix her dupatta on her shoulder causing her bangles to chime as they ran into each other on her wrist. Sneaking up behind her as quietly as he could, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her right wrist, the hand that held the shoes.

He heard her gasp and then freeze.

"Itni asaani se toh tum jooth nahin chura sakte," Maan said as he tightened his grip on the girl.

Suddenly, a booming voice interrupted their moment as Lucky Handa stepped between them.

"Kya chal raha hai yahaan par?" he asked in a serious tone.

Maan instantly let go the girl's wrist and stepped back, giving distance between them.

"Kuch bhi toh nahin," Maan said to Lucky.

He watched as the girl behind Lucky turned around and eyed him. She as shorter than Lucky so his shoulder covered her face, except her eyes and her bindi. There was a sense of celebration in her eyes as she narrowed them, as if to tell him that she'd won this battle.

"Shaadi ke rasam abhi shuru hone vale hai, hume mandap pe jaana chahiyeh," Lucky announced.

"Ji, chaliyeh," Maan said.

"Main Didi ko lekar aati hoon," the girl said.

Maan had just turned to leave with Lucky behind him when the girl called out to him.

"Suniyeh," she called.

Maan stopped and turned back to her – her face still covered by Lucky's shoulder.

"Maine kaha tha naa aapse…joote toh main churake hi dikhaungi," she said as a reminder to her earlier words.

With that, she ran off up the stairs, her hair swaying as she moved, her payals chiming and her bangles sounding.

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He stood with Teji in the mandap by the sacred fire as they brought down the bride. Four girls surrounded Nandini, with one of them leaning in and whispering something into her ear. The girl talking had her hand covering her mouth, leaving her eyes visible. Instantly Maan knew who those eyes belonged to.

Maan was making sure Teji looked absolutely flawless just as they brought Nandini and she sat next to him. He looked over Teji's sehra to see if he could get a glimpse of the girl but once again, something obstructed his view. He leaned further over and almost saw her but she turned and suddenly rushed off at someone's request.

Making and excuse, he followed her.

Once again he found himself n the darkened corridor of the home. He searched for her but couldn't see her. After a few moments, he heard the sounds of her payals approach the hall. He stood silently in the shadow, and then, when she had just passed him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her aside to a hidden corner where no one could see them.

She gasped in her shock and was about to scream when Maan placed his hand over her mouth.

"Chup…bilkul chup," he said softly.

Again, with his hand covering her mouth, all he could see were her beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi.

"Mere Bhaia ki saali-ji," Maan began, "Aapne aapko bohot hoshiyar samajte ho?"

He finally removed his hand so she could respond, and instantly, he felt his breath knocked out by her beauty. He studied her face and was left speechless. As if the beautiful almond shaped eyes weren't enough, add to it the cutest button nose and the rosiest, most pouty lips he'd ever seen. She was stunning, she was gorgeous, she was timeless – she was beautiful.

"Samajti nahin," she said softly, "Jaanti hoon."

With that, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away sending him crashing against the wall – but Maan wasn't going to give up that easily.

She turned away from him but before she could take a step further, Maan grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her so that she fell against his chest. He heard her breathing become shallow and labored as he pressed his body against hers.

"Meri baath abhi tak khatam nahin hua hai," Maan said.

"Chodiyeh, shaadi ki mahurat nikli jaa rahi hai…" she said as she turned her face half way to him, "Hum naye rishte mein baandhne jaa rahe hai."

He couldn't miss the smirk on her face.

"Naya rishta chodo, purane rishte ka kya?" he asked.

She simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Purane mein kya rakha hai?" she asked. "Aab toh main aapke bhai ki saali baunuggi."

"Bhaia ki saali tum baad mein," he said.

Then, he leaned in his head so that his lips were nearly touching her ears as he spoke.

"Saabse pehle toh tum…meri Geet ho," he finished.

He leaned in the rest of the way as she tilted her head and he placed a kiss on her slender neck.

"Maan…" she whispered hoarsely. "Koi aajayega."

Maan paid no attention, he simply held her closer.

"Aane doh…" he dared, "Saabko bhi pata chale humare purane rishte ke bare mein."

The Handa's and Khurana's have a history that goes back to the patriarchs of the family being boyhood friends from the same town in Punjab. They had gone to school together, they had moved to Delhi together, they had started and raised families together. So all their lives, Maan and Geet had known each other. They didn't know when or how, but at one point their relationship went from being that of family friends to something more. As far as they could remember, they never pictured their lives with anyone else but each other – Geet was always Maan's and Maan was always Geet's. Of course, they kept their relationship hidden from their families until they both felt they were ready to have them all know the truth about their relationship.

When the talks had first started of having a Handa daughter become the daughter-in-law of the Khurana's, it had been a little of a shock to everyone. While Teji and Nandini too were good friends, they'd never seen each other in such a light. However, both parties had agreed knowing that they were going to marry their friends who already accepted as they were. Little did they know, the relationship between the Handa's and the Khurana's had changed over five years ago when Maan had taken Geet out on their first date.

From that first date to this very moment, their love for each other had only grown. Only they knew how they had survived the past two years with Geet abroad for her studies. They'd never been away from each other for so long since they'd known each other.

"Maan…chodiyeh naa," she pleaded as she tried to pry her hands free.

Maan completely ignored her.

"Mujhe bataya kyun nahin ke tum vapas aagayi thi?" he questioned.

"Woh main…bhul gayi thi," she retorted back.

A sudden flare of anger raced through his veins as Maan forcefully turned Geet to face him.

"Jhoot maat bolo…aaisa ho nahin sakta," Maan said. "Aur tum mujhe bhool jao…"

Then, without warning, he put his lips on hers and kissed her fiercely. He gently nipped at her bottom lip as his tongue slid inside her mouth causing her to moan. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath.

"…yeh main hone nahin dunga," he finished.

He watched as a slight blush crept onto her face and she laid her head on his chest. Automatically, her hands found the taveez that was tied around his neck and began to play with it.

"Iss naye rishte se pehle toh aap mere Maan ho…" she said.

She then stood up straight to face him. With one hand she caressed his face and looked at him lovingly with her beautiful eyes.

"Geet aapni Maan kaise bhool sakti hai?" she asked.

When she tilted her head slightly, the light caught her bindi causing it to sparkle like the stars in the sky. Maan was so enchanted, that he didn't notice her turn to leave until he felt a tug at his hand. Once again, he pulled her back so that she crashed into his chest with her back to him.

"Baas ek aur baath kena hai…" he said into hear ear.

"Kya?" Geet asked, her breathing once again labored.

Maan smiled as he rested his head on her shoulder from behind.

"Teri bindiya re…" he said, somewhat musically.

She slightly as she slumped, letting him take on the full weight of her body against his.

"Aaye haaye…" she whispered in return.

This time it was Maan's turn to chuckle as he let her go when someone called for her.

She had taken only a few steps away when she stopped and turned to face him again, this time a gust of wind blew a sheer blue colored curtain covering her face from the eyes down. He stared with his head tilted to the side, his back still resting against the wall, as her eyes smiled back at him.

"Sajan bindiya…leh legi…teri nindiya," she said with wink.

Maan chuckled again and placed a hand over his heart to fake pain before he said, "Aaye haaye."

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2 Years Later

"Maan…" he heard her call. "Maan…"

He peeked out from the large walk-n closet in the room, where he was trying to find something he'd hidden in there. He watched as Geet – his wife – entered what was now their room.

She was dressed in a deep maroon saree with gold work. Her hair was wet and pulled to one side, while her eyes were lined with dark liner, and her lips glossy – kissably glossy. In her hands she had a tray that held a tea pot, two cups and a container of sugar. She called out to him again, but Maan didn't move. Instead he watched her.

She bent down slightly to place the tray on the table that was in the sitting area of the room. When she did so, the black and gold beaded necklace, which he'd placed around her neck just yesterday, hung away from her body. It was then that he noticed the parting of her hair was adorned with the sacred color of sindoor.

After years of meeting in secret, and hiding their relationship from their families, just six months ago they'd told everyone the truth. Maan had already been settled with his family business and Geet had just finished her masters in child development, so both were ready to take the plunge. Initially, everyone had been shocked into silence because they had no idea that a romance had been going on between Maan and Geet for so long. Both Teji and Nandini had refused to talk to them because they'd hidden their romance from their older brother and sister. However, that soon passed and preparations for the wedding went on in full swing. It hadn't even been twenty four hours since they officially been man and wife – Mr. & Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana.

Maan was brought back to reality as he heard the sweet voice of his wife as she hummed a familiar tune. She suddenly stopped as she walked past the disheveled bed. Maan watched, amused, as she smiled slightly and blushed a deep shade of red – not doubt she was thinking about what had taken place on that very bed just a few hours before. He watched as she pushed her hair behind her ear as she walked over and took something off the table that was next to Maan's side of the bed – her payals. She blushed ever deeper as she did so. A grin appeared on Maan's face as he remembered removing them the night before.

With the pair of payals in her hand, she walked over to the vanity and sat down to get ready for the day.  

She pulled her hair securely over her shoulder as she reached behind her. He became distracted for a moment as her hands reached over to die the dori of her blouse. He suddenly felt – excited – as he watched the muscles of her back flex, the backlessness of her blouse providing him with the perfect view. He watched her struggle and frown as she failed to tie the dori.

It was then that Maan stepped out and walked over to her. He bent down slightly and kissed her bare back causing her to gasp, startled.

"Maan…" she said as her eyes met his in the mirror.

"Good morning," he said, kissing her neck.

"Hmm…Good morning," she replied, tilting her head slightly allowing her more access.

He stayed and nuzzled her until she shrugged him off.

"Bohot gaya aapki badmashi," she said. "Mujhe neeche jaake nashta banani hai."

Maan was relentless and didn't let go. Instead he wrapped his arms around her midsection and drew her close.

"Bhabi hai naa…woh sambhal lengi," Maan insisted.

"Iss halat mein toh main Didi ko koi kaam nahin karne dungi," Geet said, reminding Maan that Nandini was seven months pregnant. "Vaise bhi, rivaz ke hisab se mujhe kuch meeta banani hai…ghaar ki nayi bahu joh hoon."

"Khurana bahu hone se pehle tum meri Geet ho," Maan wined.

He heard her chuckle as she put a hand on his cheek.

"Aur aap mere Maan ho…chaliyeh, chodiyeh…mujhe tayar hona hai," she said.

This time Maan had no option but to let her go. When she reached back to tie the doris again, Maan stopped her and did it himself. Then he simply sat and watched her as she got read.

First, she pulled out a pair of gold jhumkas that was given to her by his mother. She took them out gingerly and then proceeded to put them on but Maan held her hand.

"Kya hua?" she asked confused.

Maan didn't say anything; instead, he simply took the jhumka and put them on. First the right, then the left, kissing her ear as he worked.

"Tera jhumka re," Maan sang slightly.

He was rewarded by a slight chuckle from his wife.

"Aaye haaye," she said as she pinched his cheeks.

Then, Maan reached over and took the set of kangans, also a gift from his mother, and gently slipped them onto her wrists kissing every finger and then the base of her wrist as he placed them.

"Tera kangana re," he said with a wink.

Geet smiled back at him and tilted her head.

"Aaye haaye," she said as she caressed his face with her hands.

They were lost in each others eyes, only to be brought back to reality when Maan's mother called out to Geet. Immediately Geet moved to get up but Maan stopped her.

"Abhi bhi kuch baki hai," Maan said.

Geet looked at herself in the mirror but found nothing wrong.

"Kya?" she asked.

Maan pulled out a small wrapped box and saw Geet's eyes widen with surprise and interest.

"Mere liyeh gift hai?" she asked, reaching for it.

Maan quickly pulled her hand away before she got to it.

"Nahin toh…mere liyeh gift hai," he said.

He smiled as she frowned at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey Babaji," she called as sht looked at the ceiling, "Kuch sikhayeh inko. Shaadi ke pehle din aur kuhd ke liyeh gift laya hai…aapni biwi ke liyeh kuch bhi nahin."

Maan loved when she pouted like that.

Ignoring her, he unwrapped the box, opened it and held it out for her to see. He knew she was beyond shocked when her eyes fell on the small adornments that lay in the box. Taking the sheet out, he took one of the small jewels and raised his hand to her forehead.

"Teri bindiya re…" he said as he pulled his hand back, and kissed her forehead.

Geet turned to face the mirror again and inspected the bindi that Maan had just placed on her forehead.

"Aaye haye," she said as she admired it.

She turned back to Maan with tears swimming in her eyes. He instantly wiped them before they had a chance to fall.

"Meri bindiya re…" she said.

This time, it was Geet that surprised Maan as she leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead. Pulling back, he saw her eyes were lowered and the beautiful blush was back on her cheeks.

Maan tilted his head, put one hand under his chin and admired her.

"Aaye haaye," he said before enveloping her with his arms and holding her close.

The End

JAZ

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