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The Extravagant Affair 1

The Maheshwari Mansion looked every inch a palace for the post-wedding celebrations. Being one of the most affluential families of Kolkata, The Maheshwaris took great strides in making the day a memorable one for their second son and daughter-in-law.

The main hall was decorated with a combination of white and pink roses, which are closesly associated with marriage, new beginnigns, love and romance. The Val Saint Lambert crystal chandelier lent a helping hand in creating a romantic atmosphere.

It was dusk, almost time for the guests to pour in.

Swara stood near the washroom door, exasperated and annoyed. She knocked the door, asking in a lpuder pitch,

"Sanskaar, do you have any intention to come out or not?

But was met with silence from the othe side.

People say women take longer time to get ready, and here is my husband who is inside the washroom since an hour! She muttered to herself angrily and raised her hand to knock once again when the door opened and Swara stood rooted to the spot.

Sanskaar looked, by all means, like a prince from the Rajput era in the embossed ivory sherwani with antique gold covering on the collar and sleeves. His sweet and woody scent, Creed Aventus did no good to her crazy hormones. His hair was neatly gelled.

Swara descended down from her sky of dreams when she realised him waving had infront of her. Growing conscious, she moved away. Her body was on fire. And all the heat deposited on her cheeks turning them scarlet. She rushed into the waashroom with the dress and closed the door with a bang.

Sanskaar chuckled remembering the staring session by his wife. His wife... how nice it sounded to hear, he thought remembering the happening of the day before the previous day.

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The door opened revealing a calm Dida and her granddaughter, Swara behind her. She walked towards Sanskaar, least bothered of anybody else's presence except him, her and her granddaughter. She stared directly into his eyes and addressed him,

"Sanskaar, Swara ne mujhe sab bataya. Kyun, kaise or kin halaton mein tum dono ki shaadi hui jo mere liye abhi parwah nahi karte. Agar kuch mayne hai, wo yeh hai ki tum is shaadi ko lekar kya mehsoos karte ho. Kya tum kush ho is shaadi se, Swara se, tum dono ke rishte se?

Sanskaar drew a deep breathe in before answering,

"Dida-- I hope I can call you that? Dida nodded. " Dida, for me a marrige is a pious relationship where not only two individuals but also their families come closer. Humari shaadi jaise bhi halaton mein hui ho, lekin hui hai, puri riti-riwaz ke sath. Aur maine Swara ko tahe dil se patni ke roop mein apnaya hai. Mera ateet chahe jaise bhi ho, Swara mera aaj hai aur uske sath main apna aane wala kal dekh sakta hoon. Jab bhi main Swara ke baare mein sochta hoon, patni ke roop mein, mujhe khush aur garv mehsoos hota hai. If this is the definition of happiness, yes Dida I'm happy with our relationship. I'm glad and proud to have Swara as my wife, my life partner. He declared.

He didnt understand the emotion that passed through the older lady but she brought Swara closer to him and clasped their palms together.

"Humesha sath mein khush rehna. Umeed karti hoon, apne beete hue kal ko apne aaj aur aane wale kal par havi nahi hone doge. She blessed them and passed a sly look to the Gadodias who were nothing but a mute audience to the scene going on.

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Sanskaar fiddled with his phone reading few mails from the office when Swara stepped out of thee washroom in an ivory-pink lehenga with intricate golden zardosi patterns and purple tassels hanging near her waist.

Standing infront of the mirror, she pulled her hair to one side and dried them using a

dryer. She looked at Sanskaar from the mirror.

"Sanskaar could you please help me? She asked hesitantly. Sanskaar looked up in Swara's direction and was scandaled seeing her bare back. He dropped his gaze down.

"What is it, Swara? He asked trying to sound normal.

"My doris. Will you please do it for me? She asked. He muttered 'fine' and walked towards her. He rasied his hands and held the doris in his hands. He started knotting them.

"Sanskaar, the knot is loose. Tie it little tighter please. She asked, busy in wearing her bangles and earrings.

He nodded and tightened them when his hand brushed against her skin. No girl was at such proximity with him, her back constantly rubbing against her back.

She is no other girl! She is your wife, Swara. His heart and mind screamed in unison.

"Done He said and began walking away.

"Sanskaar, tie me my mangalsutra. Please She requested him. Sanskaar turned back hearing her statement.

"Are you sure? He asked, being apprehensive. She never asked him to tie it and he never asked her to let him do the same. Swara nodded as response and handec the mangalsutra to him.

He took it in his hands and clasped it around her neck. She instinctly forwarded the sidoor dibbi. He applied on her hairline the vermillion, his naam ka sindoor. Out of impulse, he dropped a kiss on her forehead. She wrapped her hands around his waist, keeping her head against his heart as if hearing his heartbeats.

Their few seconds of bliss was broken by a knock on the door.

"Bhai, come down quickly. Maa is waiting for you both. Uttara told and left the place immediately. Swara and Sanskaar parted away, feeling embarassed.

Clearing his throat, Sanskaar managaed to say,

"Chalein?

Swara could only manage to nod. Sanskaar held her palm in his and they walked together. Swara smiled secretly seeing the way her palm fit perfectly into his. Just the reverse in their life, him fitting perfectly into her troubled life. He being the wanted piece of the puzzle, her.

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