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Oh kade teinu akhda gulab red ni

Kade akhe makhni malayi dekh le

Te kade campare kare chann naal ni

Kade akhein dil di dewaai dekh le

Author's POV

The glow of the sun marinated their forms in its warm gleam as Dilraj's lips curved up into a serene smile. He couldn't believe how everything had changed in a matter of two days. This wasn't supposed to be their situation. This wasn't supposed to be how their story unfolded but who has ever been able to stop the will of destiny? He was meant to be waiting for her calls, craving her presence and yearning for her for the next two years until her brother came back from America but now looking down at his wife snuggling into his chest he couldn't stop himself from kissing her forehead tenderly.

He remembered the events of that day when he heard those dreadful words from his father regarding postponing the wedding.

"Why?" Dilraj asked. His father nodded at Mehar's as he informed him.

"Amrinder is urgently required to report to America's branch for a project that involves him staying there for the next two years. We will conduct the wedding when he comes back," he said.

Dilraj looked at Mehar's face, which was blank as she nodded to everything her mother said, not even paying attention. Gurnoor consoled her daughter that they would have to wait for her brother to come back and only then the wedding can be conducted because it had always been her dream to get married in the presence of her entire family. He saw as she slowly smiled, showing she didn't mind waiting. However, he could see past her bravery as he heard the pain ring in his ears that vibrated from her chest.

She saw him and knew he could read her wailing heartbeat despite her smile. Despite the facade, she was putting on.

Lokki mere haase sunn de

Ve tu sunn da dil diya

He sat with his father as he announced, looking at his to-be-wife, "No! We'll get married before Amrinder leaves for America. I am done waiting. Either get us married in these two days before Amrinder leaves or else—"

Everyone waited for him to continue while Mehar looked at him with her heart in her mouth. Was he finally done waiting for her? He didn't want her anymore? That wasn't even possible. She knew the answer already.

"I am marrying her today itself" Dilraj declared, making her jaw drop. He hid his smile seeing how shocked she looked. After those damn long 11 years, he wouldn't wait even for a week more quit years. Everyone looked at each other before they burst out laughing.

"You want your wedding to be rushed?" his mother asked because now they had only two days in hand.

"Better than being delayed" He shrugged and as he looked up he finally saw the smile he was waiting for. A smile that reached her eyes and shot straight through his heart. Nobody objected knowing it was the right thing to do. Amrinder, after greeting Dilraj, sat by Mehar's sofa as he whispered, "Now I know, I am leaving my sister in the right hands. Tu kehndi si na tere wala nakhre chakkan di nahi nakhre upgrade karan diyan gallan karega. Sachi, he's gonna spoil you rotten"

(You used to say right the man you will get won't say I will bear your tantrums he would  be the reason why you'd pull more of them)

"Jiven tussi ghat vigaad ke rakheya hoya hai na veer ji" she chuckled while he simply kissed her forehead knowing if not the world Dilraj would always fight to keep her laughing like that. Even when he won't be here for the next 2 years. And then, in two days, they did every function with grandeur from Ghadoli to Laavan.

(As if you have spoiled me any less)

Dilraj was brought back from the blissful memories as he felt his wife keeping her arms on his chest and looking up at him with her doe-shaped eyes. He untangled his hands woven behind his head as he wrapped them around her delicate frame.

"Mai keha sohneyo, Good morning," she said cheekily, making him laugh. As his chest rumbled with laughter, she looked up at him in awe, letting her own lips curve upwards. This was the best morning of her life.

"Hayee Jatta tu tan hasde hoye jamma siraa lagda hain," she said, keeping a hand on her heart dramatically. 

(You look super handsome while laughing)

He pulled her closer, making her shriek before asking, "Why am I getting so much love today?"

"My Dil she pointed at him My wish she pointed at herself," she said, making him smile.

"Now get up didn't you say you had an important meeting today?" he asked.

"Aakhda ae kaato kam kaar na kare, Teriyaan tareefan vi ta kam goriye—oops goreya" she corrected while transforming the male version of the song into a female version to fit her situation. He laughed, picking her up while she laughed along, swinging in his arms. He dropped her into the washroom, knowing full well she would come rushing out in a few minutes yelling that she was late for the office. He knew her too well to romance with her at the wrong time. He would rather steal her from her office just after the meeting and have her all to himself.

(You ask why don't I work. Isn't praising you a job as well?) The lyrics are from the song Tareefan by Jordan Sandhu.

They both got ready and went downstairs. Taking blessings from everyone Mehar went for her first ritual in the household of making Kadha Parshad for the bhog and she aced it with praises from everyone. Arshpreet quietly nodded at her in appreciation and after the ritual, Mehar quickly left in her scooty to her workplace. While coming back, she was simply singing songs while driving her activa when the taxi driver coming from the opposite lane looked at her. She continued to sing, riding peacefully in her own world as her eyes went towards the driver for a second.

Seeing her lip-sync while looking at him, he assumed that she was cursing him for overtaking her. He stopped the car in front of her activa making her halt immediately. Removing her helmet she fumed at the man who nearly led her to a heart attack. What sort of foolish stunt was that?

Locking her activa after planting it sideways in the middle of the road blocking the traffic she marched towards the man. The man's first word was a curse word in Hindi before he started yelling at her, "What sort of a mad woman are you? Why were you cursing me?"

"Gaal taan main haale tak kaddi hi nahi khoteya. Tu hi aveyin maut nu massi aakhan nu firdan aein" she said angrily. She hadn't even used one single bad word against him. It was her law for life. She never used a curse word until the other person started using them on her. She never started the battle, but it was only she who ended it. That was her motto. As the crowd gathered and they fought, her security quietly followed her and informed Dilraj about the same.

(I haven't even cursed you yet. Only you are eager to greet your death)

As he reached the scene, he stood beside his wife as the man looked at him and went silent all of a sudden.

"Dilraj Singh Dhaliwal," he whispered in fear not believing his eyes. Why would the infamous president of a dedicated youth organization come for a petty fight like this?

"Yes, and the woman you were yelling at is my wife. Meharjot Kaur Dhaliwal," he glared at the foreign man. Their wedding happened in a hurry, so they planned on declaring it by hosting a grand reception, but he wouldn't stand quietly if someone misbehaved with his wife.

The man looked at the couple angrily, looking at him and he knew Dilraj was a just man. He wanted to explain his point before his wife manipulated him.

"Sir aapki biwi mujhe gaaliyan de rahi hai," he complained.

Before Mehar could even start explaining, Dilraj said, "Je eh gaalan kadh di payi hai na te tu kamm patandra juttian joge hi keete hone"

Mehar's head snapped towards her husband at lightning speed. He didn't even need to hear any explanations, arguments, or justifications as he proceeded to support her without even knowing what happened. She couldn't believe that he trusted her to pick her fights wisely as much as he trusted himself. He held her hand as he dragged her towards his car, made her sit inside, and offered her the chilled ice cream shake he had bought for her. He was going to pick her up but she had wanted to park the scooter at a friend's house who needed it. She knew Dilraj's men could have dropped it but she didn't want her friend to feel awkward, so he let her have her way. However, before she could reach this accident happened.

She looked up at him as he settled her dupatta inside the car and decreased the temperature of the air conditioner, knowing how hot it was outside. Looking at her, he said, "I will handle this alright. You relax in the car till then"

"Also, The moisturizing wipes are in the dashboard drawer. Your skin is sensitive to heat, it will help you to cool down." He left after kissing her forehead, leaving her in a daze. He started keeping wipes in his car because her skin was sensitive and needed that hydration. She couldn't help but swoon over his care for her. He didn't even ask her anything as he knew she never used curse words without the other person starting using them. 

She patted her head foolishly, realizing she never told her husband that she never cursed the man. He was the one cursing her. However, instead of worrying, she trusted him as she sipped on the cool drink, letting herself rejuvenate the energy she had lost while fighting.

He came back after clearing the matter as the man apologized profusely for misunderstanding his wife, while he certainly looked more angry than she was when she sat in the car. Controlling her smile, she offered the last sip of her shake to him while he sipped on it without paying attention. She giggled, seeing him so angry on her behalf.

"Sardar Ji, ehna gussa? Control karo thoda" she asked teasingly.

"Sardarni Ji gal tuhade te aa jaye na ta jatt da gussa te pyaar doven out of control ne," he said, making her blush. He was driving towards the rooftop restaurant where he planned to have lunch with her. He turned up the volume of the vehicle audio as he plugged in the pen drive of her favorite songs. Punjabi music was the true love of her life. Obviously after him.

(When it comes to you my love and anger are both out of control)

Seeing him turn on the music system, she took out a pen drive and passed it to him while he looked at her in confusion.

"Put this one in. It has your favorite songs," she said excitedly. He took the pen drive from her and kept it aside. Then he slowly kept his free hand on hers as he drove with his right hand. Intertwining his fingers with her soft ones, he caressed her hand. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, feeling his touch making butterflies erupt in her stomach. He brought her hand to his mouth as he kissed it tenderly. Then, as he wanted to change the gear she hoped he would leave her hand now, but he held it as he kept it on the gearbox switching gears effortlessly while making her breath hitch.

She tried to take her hand back, but he tightened his hold while saying, "The song doesn't matter as long as I have my favorite person to enjoy it with"

"How did I get so lucky?" she said, looking at him.

"You simply stepped into my life and we got lucky together," he said kissing her hand once again and letting his lips linger there. She forgot how to breathe at that moment, seeing the intensity of his eyes. She could feel his gaze marking her skin, drinking up every inch of her frame and leaving her craving for more. That still moment gave them a rush of eagerness never felt before. The urge to hold each other closer was slowly crawling beneath their skins and roaring in their hearts.

The beauty of the moment was broken by the loud ring of Dilraj's phone. He quickly looked at it as if broken awake from a reverie. Picking up he was greeted by the annoying voice of his assistant and he immediately knew he had to get back to work. For years, work had been his solace but at the current moment, he hated it. He hated that he had to go back to the mansion instead of spending time with his beloved. Mehar understood his dilemma as she saw his facial expressions morph into every bit of nonchalant as he arranged the pieces of information he received from his employee.

She nodded at him as he turned around the car to go back home. They both entered inside to see the assistant waiting at the door. He welcomed them inside and detailed to Dilraj that a group of businessmen were here to meet him regarding receiving his support to set up a unit of glue manufacturing near the land he owned. He explained how they were in dire need of this opportunity to please the government by completing an international project.

Mehar headed inside and helped others with the chores. She was about to put the peels in the bin after cutting the onion when she found the parathas she made in the morning before leaving for work lying in the bin. She had seen her husband and in-laws finish them in front of her. Only Arshpreet and Vikramjeet were left as they were busy feeding Japleen. Why would they throw the food in the bin? She left her doubts realizing that maybe Japleen left the food.

As she cooked the food she kept looking at the time. Her husband's meeting was supposed to end by 4 and it was 8 now. His dedicated and hard-working life was inspiring to her. However, she was worried about his health. They both had skipped lunch and now he wasn't even here for dinner. Finally having enough of the wait, she climbed the stairs of the terrace, from where the view of the lawn was clear. She saw him sitting around a group of sophisticated men who were deep in discussion with him.

A recognizable face came into view, and her thoughts went wild. The man sitting beside her husband was Devaj Nair, the owner of Stickvick Limited, with whom she had been acquainted during her duration of internship at a firm. He was the provider of adhesive for wallpaper sticking in her firm, but she knew he was ousted because of the explosion caused due to the chemicals mixed in his products. She had lost one of her friends in that explosion and couldn't have forgotten that man ever. She knew for whatever reason he was here could hamper both the lives of people and Dilraj's reputation.

She was lucky that before signing the contract Dilraj looked up and his eyes met Mehar's. Mehar subtly shook her head, making him reconsider his decision. As people saw Dilraj look at Mehar, they greeted her and she folded her hands acknowledging them. Devaj noticed Mehar's move and gritted his teeth. If he lost the contract because of that woman he was going to kill her. That foolish woman doesn't even realize how important this project is for me and how crucial Dilraj's support is for it. If Dilraj gets involved the entire youth will support his project and it would make his new product popular in no time. The government tender he was pinning after would be finalized just at Dilraj's face value as he was known for supporting the just. He thought to himself.

"Dilraj, what are you waiting for? We are just a sign away from a profitable partnership," Devaj insisted seeing his hand still hovering over the contract and not signing it.

Dilraj's heart was still struck by the fact that Mehar would never intervene in his business if there was nothing grave. Then his eyes went to his lawyer nervously eyeing the contract and that was the moment he knew he was being trapped. He immediately chose a diplomatic way by saying, "Very well, Mr. Nair. I appreciate all the work that has gone into preparing this contract. However, I need more time to review the terms with my legal team to make sure all my concerns are addressed. My head lawyer over here never lets me sign a contract without letting a group of legal advisors recheck the agreement. Right, Mr. Bakshi?"

The lawyers looked at Mr. Nair but knowing he was trapped and Dilraj's cold tone gave him the warning he deserved. He quietly backed off and agreed to Dilraj making Devaj clench his fists in anger. He threw a dirty glare at Mehar, promising him revenge she would never forget. He would destroy her life to bits using his power.

"The woman you are glaring at is my wife, and even the dogs I raise don't dare make that mistake. Just remember that in my eyes, a life that disrespects my wife has no worth." Dilraj warned, making Devaj shift his attention to him.

"Trust me you don't want to make me your enemy," Devaj warned.

"You already gained one the moment you looked at her with malicious intent. Keep it between us men Nair" Dilraj stated making everyone gulp.

"What if I do" Asking that Devaj stood up and walked out while Dilraj sat back in his seat answering, "Then we'd meet when your tongue only knows the language of fear and eyes can't function anymore"

The conversation ended, but it began a war. A war that was sure to take away something crucial from both parties. An inevitable doom. Why? Because the next day, the peril began. 

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