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It was early morning and the house was already full of hustle and bustle.

Some people were giving instructions to the cooks while others were talking to the decoration workers.

In the kitchen, Naina was helping Ritika and Nidhi prepare the haldi paste for the function.

For a while, all three of them worked quietly.

Then suddenly Ritika spoke,
“Naina bhabhi… ek baat poochun?”

Naina looked up and nodded politely.
“Poochiye na.”

Ritika exchanged a quick glance with Nidhi and then asked mischievously,
“Aap aur Veer bhai ne… woh sab kar liya hai?”

She said the last part while wiggling her eyebrows.

Naina froze for a second, not understanding what she meant. Then slowly the meaning dawned on her.

Her face immediately turned red.

She quickly shook her head in denial.
Seeing her reaction, Nidhi gasped dramatically.

“Haww! Par tumhari shaadi ko toh ek mahina ho gaya na… phir bhi?”

Ritika added teasingly,
“Mujhe toh laga tha jaise bhai aapko dekhte hain… aap log kab ka kar chuke honge.”

Naina lowered her eyes and softly said,
“Nahi…”

Nidhi frowned slightly.
“Kya tumne unse time manga tha?”

Naina shook her head again.
“Nahi… unhone kabhi khud hi aisi kisi baat ki shuruat nahi ki.”

Ritika and Nidhi looked at each other and nodded thoughtfully, but the conversation left Naina strangely quiet.

Deep inside, a small thought started troubling her.

She was grateful that Veer respected her space and never forced anything on her… but at the same time a question slowly crept into her mind.

If he never even tried…

Did her husband not desire her at all?

After a while, Pratibha entered the
kitchen and looked at the three girls working.

“Arre tum teeno jaakar tyaar ho jao. Yeh bacha hua kaam main kar lungi. Function shuru hone wala hai.”

All three of them nodded and left for their rooms.

Naina quietly entered the room she was sharing with Veer.

Veer was standing near the bed, staring at his yellow kurta with a small frown on his face.

Naina looked at him and asked softly,
“Kya hua? Aapko kuch chahiye?”

Veer, who hadn’t even noticed her enter, flinched slightly at her voice.
“Haan… woh… kuch nahi,” he said quickly.

Naina simply nodded and walked towards their suitcase. She took out her saree and went inside the washroom to change.

Meanwhile, Veer kept staring at his kurta.

One of the buttons in the middle had broken.

It wasn’t near the collar that he could simply leave it open. And right now they didn’t even have a needle or thread with them for Naina to fix it.

He sighed softly, mentally cursing his luck.

Just then, the washroom door opened.
Veer looked up.

For a moment, he completely forgot about the broken button.

Naina had stepped out wearing a soft yellow saree.

The saree flowed gracefully around her, the fabric light and delicate. Tiny golden threadwork shimmered along the borders, catching the sunlight coming through the window. The pallu rested gently over her shoulder, embroidered with subtle floral patterns that glowed against the warm yellow fabric.

Her simple jewelry and the soft color of the saree made her look effortlessly radiant — like a piece of the morning sunlight itself.

Veer stood there quietly, staring at her.

And suddenly the broken button on his kurta didn’t seem like the biggest problem anymore.

Naina walked towards the mirror and gently combed her hair with her fingers, leaving them open.

Looking at Veer through the mirror, she asked softly,
“Aapne kurta nahi pehna?”

Veer, who was still staring at her almost hypnotized, simply shook his head.

Without thinking much, he removed his T-shirt right there and picked up the yellow kurta.

“Pehn liya,” he said casually as he wore it.

Naina, however, quickly noticed something.

She stepped closer to him and lightly touched the kurta just above his stomach, a little below his chest.
“Button toh hai hi nahi ismein,” she said.

Veer flushed slightly.
“Woh… main jab kurta nikaal raha tha toh tut gaya,” he explained, opening his palm to show her the small button.

Naina hummed softly and walked towards the suitcase. She took out a small pouch and opened it.

Inside was a needle and white thread.
Veer looked surprised.

“Hamare paas sui-dhaga tha?”
Naina nodded.

“Haan. Maine bag mein rakh liya tha… agar zarurat pad jaaye toh.”

“Oh,” Veer replied quietly.

Naina then said matter-of-factly,
“Kurta utaar dijiye. Main button laga deti hoon dobara.”

Veer nodded and removed the kurta, handing it to her.

Naina sat down on the bed and started fixing the button carefully, threading the needle and stitching it back into place.

Veer stood there silently, watching her.

After a few minutes, she finished and handed the kurta back to him.
“Ho gaya. Yeh lijiye.”

Veer took it from her and wore it again.

Once he finished, he looked at her and smiled.

“Thank you. Varna mujhe toh laga tha aaj main kya pehnunga.”

Naina smiled softly in return.
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The function was going on in full swing.

The entire house was beautifully decorated with marigold and roses.

Intricately designed umbrellas were placed around the courtyard, giving the place a festive charm. In one corner, food was being served to the guests while in the center of the courtyard, Ramesh sat on a large golden vessel-like seat prepared specially for the haldi ceremony.

Some people were applying haldi to him while laughing and teasing him.

The men were sitting on chairs nearby, talking among themselves, while the women had gathered in the verandah, chatting and laughing together.

Suddenly, an older lady looked at Naina and said,
“Arre Naina bahurani, mana ki zamana badal gaya hai, par kam se kam nayi nayi shaadi hui hai toh sar pe pallu toh rakh lo. Achha lagta hai bhala aise.”

Before Pratibha could say anything to handle the situation, Naina quickly placed her pallu over her head.

Just then Sunita called out,
“Veer, Naina beta, aa jao. Ramesh ko haldi laga do.”

Naina stood up and walked ahead. Veer followed beside her.

Both of them applied haldi to Ramesh, who grinned while everyone around them cheered and teased him.

Afterward, they stepped aside.

Veer looked at her and asked quietly,
“Tumne sar kyun dhaka hai?”

Naina replied softly,
“Woh… yahan bade bhi hain na. Aur hamari nayi nayi shaadi hui hai toh…”

Veer frowned slightly.
“Toh kya hua? Mat dhako.”

Naina looked at him and said,
“Par mujhe ek aunty ne bola…”

Before she could say anything more, Veer gently lifted the pallu from her head and let it fall back on her shoulder. Then he slightly adjusted the strands of her hair that had gotten messed up.

Naina looked at him, surprised.
“Lekin… aisa achha nahi lagega,” she said softly.

Veer quietly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it over his own head.

“Maine le liya hum dono ki jagah pallu. Ab tum mat lo.”

Naina just stood there looking at him.

Her gaze made Veer a little self-conscious.

He scratched the back of his neck and said awkwardly,
“Naina… mujhe sharam aa rahi hai.”

Naina smiled softly.
“Thank you.”

And with that, she quietly walked away.

Veer stood there for a moment, still slightly flushed.

That's it for this chapter.

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I know chapter thoda boring hai but please bear with it ,  I know shaadi thodi boring ho jaayegi but mein kya karoon story toh likhni hai kahin na kahin se and plus agar shaadi ka koi function ya ritual joh mein likhu (vaise toh likhungi ni )agar aapko galat lage toh I am sorry , woh mein shaadiyon mein sirf khaana khane jaati hun iss liye mujhe jyada pata nahi hai.

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