Ishani’s POV:-

               Finally, the decorations were completed. The whole house glowed with yellow marigold flowers, fairy lights, and fresh fragrance of turmeric. The stage was set, the seating was perfect, and my heart swelled with pride.

Guests started arriving one by one. My eyes immediately found Bhaiya—he looked so handsome in his bright yellow kurta. And bhabi looked no less than a princess in her yellow gown, glowing with happiness.

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“Wow, it looks beautiful, choti,” my brother said, admiring the decorations.

I smirked, placing my hands on my waist. “Of course. Whose sister am I?”

Before bhaiya could reply, a voice came from behind.

“Excuse me, madam 😏 The credit goes to me.”

I turned to see Samir bhai standing with a proud face.

“No! It’s mine!” I protested.

“No, mine!” he countered immediately.

“Mine!”

“Mine!”

“Mine!”

We kept going back and forth like kids fighting over candy.

Finally, I turned to Bhaiya with puppy eyes. “Bhaiya, dekho na! He’s fighting with me for no reason.”

Avimanyu bhai looked at Samir bhai sternly. “Samir, why are you acting like a child?”

Samir bhai folded his arms. “I’m not! Your crazy sister is snatching all my credit.”

My jaw dropped. “What did you just say? Did you call me crazy?!” I stomped toward him, pointing a finger in his face.

He leaned down with a teasing grin. “Haan! Crazy choti.”

Before I could snap back, we both heard laughter. We turned and saw bhaiya and bhabi laughing so hard, they were holding their stomachs.

“Why are you laughing?!” we both shouted in unison.

Bhabi wiped her tears of laughter. “Because you two are acting exactly like school kids.”

Even Anuj bhai joined in. “You both did a wonderful job. Decorations are perfect. So the credit goes to both of you.”

I huffed but smiled secretly.

Just then, Anjali bhabi came in clapping her hands. “Alright everyone! Time for the Haldi ceremony!”

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[Haldi Ceremony]

I dipped my fingers into the golden haldi paste and smeared it lovingly across my bhaiya and bhabi’s cheeks. They both smiled at me warmly. Soon everyone joined in—laughing, teasing, and covering the couple in turmeric.

We clicked hundreds of pictures together. I posed with Samir bhai, then with Anuj bhai, then with both bhabis. My cheeks were already hurting from smiling so much.

      I take photos with Samir bhaiya and Anuj Bhaiya.

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[Mehendi Ceremony]

Later in the garden, the atmosphere changed in something dreamy. The air was filled with the fragrance of henna, and fairy lights sparkled like stars.

Sushree bhabi’s mehendi looked stunning. It was dark, intricate, and perfect.

Anjali bhabi leaned closer with a mischievous grin.

“Ahh, see! Your mehendi is so dark, Sushree. That means Avimanyu bhai loves you too much!”

(Sushree bhabi mahendi)

Sushree bhabi blush. And every one tease my bhaiya and bhabi.Everyone teased them. Bhabi blushed crimson, hiding her face while bhaiya tried to look serious but couldn’t stop smiling.

Then Anjali bhabi turned to me, grabbing my hand. “Wait, wait… look at Ishani’s mehendi. Wahhh, so dark! Looks like someone is in love with her too…”

My eyes widened. “Arrey, it’s nothing like that! Don’t start again, Anjali bhabi. I don’t believe in these silly things.”

(My mahendi)

But before I could even breathe, my three brothers spoke in chorus.

“What?!”

“You have a boyfriend?!” Avimanyu bhai asked in shock.

“Tell me that bastard’s name right now!” Samir bhai said angrily, fists clenched.

“Give me his phone number. I’ll deal with him personally,” Anuj bhai muttered, already pulling his phone from his pocket.

I gasped, panicking. “What?! No! I don’t have a boyfriend!”

But they weren’t listening. Their faces had darkened—eyes sharp, jaws tight. I had never, in my entire life, seen them this angry. It wasn’t at me… but at the thought of someone else touching my life without their knowledge.

“Is he forcing you?!” Avimanyu bhai asked in a dangerously calm voice, but the anger in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

“If anyone ever dares, Ishani, I’ll kill him.”

My mouth fell open. “Bhaiya!” I squeaked.

“No one forced me! And I don’t have anyone! I swear!”

Everyone went silent. My bhabis were staring at my brothers in shock too, just like me.

Slowly, I saw the change in my bhaiya’s face. His expression softened, his anger melting into worry. He pulled me into a tight hug.

“Isha,” he whispered, stroking my hair.

“Whenever you like someone… tell me first. Okay? I’ll decide if he’s perfect for you or not. Understand?”

Tears pricked my eyes. I nodded against his chest.

Just then, Anuj bhai and Samir bhai joined the hug from both sides, squeezing me tightly.

“We mean it,” Anuj bhai said firmly.

Samir bhai added, “No secrets from us, princess. Promise.”

Before I could answer, both my bhabis threw their arms around us too, making a big family hug.

“Arrey, enough!” I laughed through my tears.

“You’re all squishing me!”

But deep inside, my heart melted. In that moment, surrounded by all of them, I felt the safest in the world.

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