A Month ago (First morning of Heer and Veer as a couple)

Heer Veer Singh POV

“Aaii, pepe.” I get up and run to the bathroom. After my business, I saw the bathtub, and just above a big shower. I can’t wait any longer, I’ll use them now. I tiptoed so Dr. Veer wouldn’t walk up and start looking for the suit I have to wear. 

“Sab ke sab blue hai. VJ bhi Dr. Veer ki tarah acha hai. Wo mere liye itne sare suit, mein pehle gin leti hu.”

(Everything is blue. VJ is also good, like Dr. Veer. I will first count all the suits he has for me.)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… forty-one and forty-two, they are 42 suits. I can wear a new suit daily. After a lot of thinking, I chose the suit. 

Again, I tiptoed and entered the bathroom. I’ll wash my hair too. My hair is so long, so I wash it once a week. That’s why I always tied them in a braid, one more reason that I like that way, they don’t fall on my face.

When hair touches my cheeks, it tickles. 

I turned on the bathtub taps and the shower. Water coming from both ends, I like it, I like it a lot. 

After playing with water, I used the shampoo, and next was the conditioner. It was Dr. Veer shampoo and conditioner. They smell good, like him. He is good, and so are his products. 

Then I tied my hair in a towel and then used body wash. After that, I saw a hair dryer. Dr. Veer's hair dryer is bigger than mine. I started blowing my hair in the washroom, watching myself in the mirror too. Two work at one time. 

I was wearing a palazzo suit, the soft sky-blue, which has a beautiful neck. I chose this suit because of the Delicate silver-gold embroidery and tiny mirror-like dots. On the sleeve, there are hanging pearls. “VJ has a good choice.” I giggled.

Again, I tiptoed and walked out of the room, going to check on Bebo. She was sleeping, and I didn’t enter the glass room, because I was scared. 

What if she scratches me and I have to get injections? They were very painful.

I give water to all the plants on the roof. They are small, not big like Nina’s garden, but I will take care of them and make them big. 

Giving water to plants early in the morning is my habit. They need water before the sun's heat, so when the sunlight fell on them, they didn’t feel dry. 

My Nina (maternal grandmother) was a gardener, and I always helped her in our garden. We have a big garden, and there are so many flowering trees. My favorites are roses, and sometimes their thorns pierce my fingers. But here not even a single rose plant. 

Then I sit on the sofa, which is in the middle of the plants, and watch the sunrise. I like to watch the sunrise too. 

Then go back inside the room. Dr. Veer was still sleeping. I leaned near his face and thought, “bohat sundar lag rahe hai ase sote huy aap.” 

 He is a strong man, how he carried Bebo and me together. He is a good man, his face is also good, no beard, and also strong. I giggled thinking that, but I didn’t make any sound.

I don’t like a beard because all men look the same with a beard.

What should I do now? Yes!! Shinchain. My tablet? 

I was looking for my tablet; it was under the pillow, where Dr. Veer was sleeping. So I move my hand slowly,  slide my hand under the pillow. I can feel the edge and grab it. Suddenly, Dr. Veer opened his eyes, and I got startled and fell on him. My head hit his head. “Aaii.”

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Veer Heer Singh POV

I was sleeping peacefully, because a doctor had a rare time to sleep, and then something touched my face. It was a hair strand, a long one. They smelled like my shampoo. 

I opened my eyes and saw the best view of my wife. My Heriye. 

Suddenly, she fell, and her head hit mine, and as usual, she said, “Aaii.” Then she moved her head from me and started rubbing, and I was just looking at her, captivated by her face. Our faces were hovering near each other. 

Holding her waist, I got up and also made her sit on the bed. I pulled her hand away from her forehead, “Dekhne dijye hume.” (Let me see.)

It was slightly red due to the hit, so I started rubbing gently with my palm. Then I kissed her forehead. I felt she froze. Shit, I didn’t pay any attention to my actions; it’s all new to her.

She was looking at me with doe eyes, thinking something. Then, the next moment, she also kissed me on the forehead. With that, my heart also tripped inside my ribs. 

Then she innocently asked, “Kya hua, aapko bhi toh lagi hogi na?” Her cheeks are turning red; I should be one turning red here. 

(What happened? You also got hurt?)

“Chaliye jaldi-jaldi tyaar ho jaiye, hume Bebo ko vaccine lagvani hai. Wo waha glass room me akeli hai. Abhi toh so hi rahi hai.” My Heriye actually got scared because of the injections. 

(Quickly get up and get ready. We have to go for Bebo’s vaccine. She was alone there in a glass room. For now, she is sleeping.)

“First, I should feed our kid, then let me bathe, and afterwards we will go.” She gave me a quick nod, and I got up, picked milk from the fridge. I got inside the glass room and poured the milk, gently patted her small furry body, and she walked up and started drinking. 

Heer was watching from the outside. Maybe I made her really scared. 

Then I picked up my phone and texted Bua about the breakfast, and also told her to tell the helper to leave food near the lift on the table. I don’t want her to see too many people in our house. She took a place on the bed and played a cartoon on her tablet. I gifted her this for study, and here she is using it for her entertainment.

I selected my clothes and entered the bathroom for a shower. After freshening up, when I came into the bedroom, I saw she was looking sad. So I sat close to her and asked, “Humari sundar si biwi udaas kyu hai?” 

(Why is my beautiful wife sad?)

“Humare baal, Har roj Nina humari choti banati thi, ab kon…” I know her daily life has changed. She came into a new environment. But I promised, I’ll make all the relationships that she needed. 

(My hair, Nina used to braid my hair.)

“Hum karege, jayiye jakar samaan leke aaiye,” I said, and she was overly excited…ran inside the dressing room. Meanwhile, I also picked the food tray from outside. “Aaiye phle nashta, fir aapki choti.”

(I will do, go, bring accessories.)

(Come, first we do breakfast, after that your braid.)

We both sat at the dining table, which is placed in the living room, and seeing the aalo paranta, her eyes lit up, she started eating. I am also eating my salad. Her expression as she looked at my salad was priceless, like a yuck-face sticker pretending to be serious. 

She didn’t ask me questions, and in that moment, I didn’t feel the need to offer explanations either. There was a comfortable silence that felt almost companionable.  I let the food do the talking for us, the crunch of the salad I was eating, the softness of the paratha she was eating, different but together. 

It’s time to tie her braid. I’d never tied a braid like this before, but I’d watched her on YouTube, practiced in my mind, and believed I could do it. She handed me a comb and went outside in the garden, then came back with a smile. She sits on the sofa. “Shuru kariye, Dr. Veer,” she said. And I murmured to myself, “You can do this.”

(Start Dr. Veer)

I drew the comb softly through her hair,  but it got stuck. “Aaii, aaram se Dr. Veer,” she said. I tried again, but this time with a lot of patience; she didn’t wince, so it means I’m doing okay. 

On the fourth attempt, the sections settled into perfect balance. I divided the strands into three equal sections, and after a moment of careful adjustment, three neat, even sections. 

With a deep breath, I began to tie the braid, my hands moving with quiet confidence, tracing a rhythm that felt intimate and true. The braid grew beneath my fingers. 

Each careful pass of the braid felt like a communication without any words. Secured the end with a hair tie. Then she slid the palm in front of me, showing a small yellow flower. “Inko bhi lagaiye.” 

(Put these too.)

When I finished, the braid lay on her shoulder. I brushed a stray lock from her cheek and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Hmm, how many marks do I deserve, Heer Veer Singh?” I asked. 

She brought that braid in front, looked at it, then smiled. I was so nervous that I was giving one of my MBBS exams.“Ye thodi dhili hai. Par achi bhi lag rahi hai, isiliye aath number.”

(The braid is a little loose. But looking nice too, so eight number.)

I think on the first attempt it’s not that bad. She pulled me onto the sofa, “ab hume aapse kuch pouchna hai.” I was waiting for her questions. 

(Now, I want to ask you something.)

I was smiling like a fool listening to her question, “Haan Jaruur.”

I take my seat on the sofa, beside her, and with a sudden movement, she sits on my lap, both her legs dangling on one side, “Kya hum ase aapki godi mein baith sakte hai. Wo humne phehli baar shadi ki hai na toh hume pta nhi hai, hum kya-kya kar skte hai or kya kya nhi.”

(Can I sit like this in your lap. Actually, I married for the first time, so I don’t know what I can or cannot do.)

I took a little back with her sudden action, but a smile came on my lips, here we go for the first question section after marriage. “Kitni shadi karni thi aapko, Mrs. Veer Singh?” I asked, resting my hand on her lovely hands. 

(How many weddings do you want, Mrs. Veer Singh?)

Heer gave me a puzzled look, then she spoke, “Hum kitni shaddi kar skte hai?” 

(How many weddings can I do?)

I can feel the pressure in my lower body. I leaned a little just near her ears, “Sorry to inform you, my dear wife, in this life you can marry once. With due respect, I want to inform you that you already used that one-time chance; now you can’t have any more husbands. Please manage with your one and only husband, Veer Singh.”

She started laughing loudly, seeing her smiling like this, I felt a surge of warmth in my body. “Ab next question,” she said, and I hummed.

She leaned toward my cheeks and kissed them. My eyes widen in shock. 

Is my innocent wife not so innocent?

“Aapko acha nhi laga humara kiss. Par Shinchain ko jab koi kiss karta hai toh wo nachne lagta hai. Hume laga aap bhi khush ho jayege or nachege.”

(You didn’t like my kiss. But when Shinchain got a kiss from someone, he started dancing. I thought you would be happy and start dancing.)

What a comparison. 

“I like it a lot,” I replied honestly. 

Her smile mirrors her happiness, “Thik hai ab se roj aapko kiss karege. Ek kiss bohat rahega naa?”

(Okay, I will kiss you daily. One kiss will be enough?)

I was so overwhelmed with her actions that I forgot to reply, and she was staring at my face without blinking. I want to become a little selfish here, so “Two kisses, one when I go to the hospital and the second when I come back from the hospital.”

Her cheeks turned red with my reply, and sudden shyness washed over her. But then she looked in my eyes, “Thik hai, two kisses with one hug. Ok??” 

Saying this, she turned her face away from my side. After doing all this, she is feeling shy. I don’t want her to feel this shy of me. “Next Question, Heer?”

She tries to compose herself with a deep breath, “Aur kaha-kaha kiss kar skte hai hum aapko?” This kiss list seems pretty long; let’s pause this with one answer.

(Where-where I can kiss you?)

“Jaha aapka dil kare, Mein pura ka pura apka hu, aap har jagah kiss kar skti hai,” I said, and she gave me a narrowed eye look. 

Then she touched my forehead, “yaha?” I nodded. Then her finger landed on my eyes, “yaha?” 

(Wherever you like, I’m completely yours. You can kiss me everywhere.)

After that, she paused, and I thank god for this. “Aapko pta hai, hume beard pasand nhi hai.” Her finger landed on my cheek with a soft touch, “aapki toh hai bhi nhi, isliye hume aap pasand hai.”

(You know? I don’t like a beard.)

(You don’t have one, that’s why I like you.)

Did my wife say he likes me? 

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

My heart stopped for a moment, and the next moment was pounding against my body. All blood rushed to my neck. This feeling is so wrong. 

I married her because of a promise, and here on our first day, she is saying she likes me. But she has all right on me, and I will let her take the lead in our relationship. 

She will make the first move in our relationship; that’s the only way we are going to progress. 

Then I noticed her face changed, “What happened, Heriye?” 

“I’m missing Nina (her maternal grandmother) every morning I used to lie in her lap, but…” before she could complete. I got up with her in my arms. I made her sit on the bed and sit beside her. I tapped on my thigh, and with a smile, she lay her head in my lap. “Aap bas bataiye aapko kya chahiye hai, hum sab dene ko tyar hai.”

(You tell me what you want, and I am ready to do everything.)

I started moving my hand on her head, “Tell me one thing, Heer, will you be fine alone, because I have to go to the hospital. You can call me anytime, and there are other family members too. Would you like to meet them?” She didn’t say anything, then I saw she had fallen asleep. 

All calm and peaceful.

I gently put a pillow under her head and a blanket over her. I also drew the blackout curtain. Then I went into the glass room, not before placing a kiss on her forehead. I saw Bebo was also sleeping. I chucked at the thought “my both bachee were sleeping.”

Reaching near the dining area, I saw that everyone was waiting for me. I go near them, stand there, and everyone's eyes settle on me. “My wife is sleeping upstairs, and I don’t want anyone to make her uncomfortable with their words, especially with expressions.” I turned to leave, then stopped without turning my head towards them, “I forgot to tell you, her name is Heer Veer Singh. I hope you all will be nice to her. We both already had our breakfast, hope you all enjoy your food.” Without any other words, I entered the lift to reach our floor where my Heriye was sleeping.

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Present Time: Morning 11:30 am

Place: Roy Residence

Janaat Viraj Singh  POV:

Oh God, my head. Someone hit me on the head. When I woke up first thing, I remembered that I had drinks with Lily and taken a cab home. 

I don’t usually drink. It was our second time when we both drank. First was on Lily’s 20th birthday. That time we just tasted the wine. But yesterday we both were sad, I was because of the surprise marriage, and she was because she heard her dad was planning an arranged marriage with a so-called billionaire. 

Earlier, she thought he might send her abroad to study, but she was wrong. Her dad is so cruel that he wants to exchange her for some deal. Her dad’s main motive is money; he wants to use her daughter as an object. He thought that in return for her, he would get some big project. When she found that, she excused herself from them with some reasons and came to me.

So basically, yesterday was our first time experiencing being drunk. I don’t even remember what we drank because we ordered all the drinks and tasted them; some were sour, but a few were so bitter, like poison. I don’t know, they all mixed in my stomach.

My head spins again, and a little “ah” sound slips from my mouth. I find my phone on the side table and quickly type the message to my soul sister. “Reporting, ma'am. Are you still alive because I’m not.” and the battery went off with a single message. I

It’s time to buy a new phone.

What happened yesterday? I came home and sat on my favorite swing.

Flashback 

“Yo..you.. My moonie. Are you still following me? Good, good.” He is my best friend because he never leaves me alone at night. When there is all around just darkness, he is the only light that comes in my room and tells me I’m not alone. He is here with me.

“You know I married today. Also, tomorrow is the day I lost mumma.” I looked up and pointed my finger towards him. I want to be sad because I am missing mumma, but my two organs start their question-answer session in me.

Head: Ooo, you married?

Heart: Yes.

Head: Did you wear a lehenga?

Heart: No.

Head: What about makeup?

Heart: No.

Head: Any ring?

Heart: No.

Head: What about the nuptial chain?

Heart: No.

Head: You skipped all the steps?

Heart: Yes.

Stop. Stop. 

Why are you making me sadder? You are my head. Why are you behaving like this?

Now, no more words. I’m already sad. He didn’t ask me out. He didn’t flirt with me. We both skipped all the steps and married directly. But he is handsome like him, and he also has long legs. 

Then I…T must have slept. 

Flashback ends 

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I was again just lying on the bed, but “Can’t you handle a single day without me, Leo? I’m busy,” his voice. 

Is he here?

Yes! Leaning against my room doorway.

Looking tall and handsome.

His sudden presence made me stand up from bed with a jerk, and I stumbled on the carpet. I was just falling on my face. Then one arm holds my stomach, and another is on my arm. “Careful.”

I don’t dare to look into his eyes. What must he be thinking about me, that he got a spoiled kid in a wedding? Without thinking, I murmured, “I mean, I so…” 

He guided me to settle onto the small, round sofa before the vanity, the mirror throwing back a thousand reflections of us. His hands claimed the edges of the vanity, framing me. 

The distance between us vanished. 

I felt the world narrow to the contour of his gaze, the way it softened when he found my eyes. My lips curled into a delicate pout, a playful shield that is going to be my weapon. 

“Is your head still in pain?” he asked. His voice was a low caress that sent shivers dancing along my spine. I just nodded like a mute person.

He paused, a slow, deliberate inhale, then whispered, “Freshen up. I want to talk about something.” Saying that, he stepped out of the room. 

“He can talk now. Why build suspense?” I murmured to myself. 

My head is beating like a drum. I threw my head backward, resting on the vanity table. “Great start to the day as married.” 

I dragged myself out of bed and then into the shower. Today, the bathtub skipped because I need running water, so my hangover also washed away with the water flow. I am smelling like a vegetable market. “The shower really helped with the hangover, I’ll remember that for next time.” 

Amazing woman. You are still thinking about next time with this throbbing in your head. Wearing a loose t-shirt with a pair of shorts, I go downstairs. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, engrossed in his laptop. I walked straight to the sofa. 

“Hmm..Viraj... please don’t tell Dad about this. It’s our little secret.” If Dad finds out, noo, naa, he should not know at any cost. He is a typical indian father. I know he didn’t say anything about my influencer career because I was recovering at that time. 

He looked at me with a stern expression, but I was ready with my weapon, my pout. 

After a pause, I said, “Hmm, but you will not drink again.”

That's it? My surprised husband can’t be that chill…

But he did something unthinkable. He stuck out his pinky. His. Little. Finger. Was he… was he seriously asking for a pinky promise? I almost choked.  

This six-foot man, my surprise husband asking me for a pinky promise. I hesitantly locked my finger around his and muttered, “seal,” then practically yanked my hand away. 

 It was way too awkward. First morning as a married person, and I did what? A pinky promise. 

I plopped down beside him on the sofa, maintaining a gap between us. “It’s good…I mean, it’s good, you are making yourself at home.” I blurted out, and regretted it immediately after his reply.

“Not having any option, though…You must be hungry.” His deep voice was helping me with my hangover, and hell, I was so hungry. 

I sighed dramatically. “I’m tired and don’t have any energy to …”  Before I completed my sentence, “Here,” he said, forwarding the bowl of khichdi. “Eat this first, then you can rest again.” 

I wanted to roll my eyes, but my starvation didn’t let me. I grab the bowl and start eating, but not making eye contact with him. Not even once. He also stayed silent for that time. I ate all. Honestly, it didn’t taste that bad. I don’t know why I don’t like trying new foods; I’m only stuck on a few items. Strange. 

Taking the empty bowl from me, he goes toward the kitchen sink and washes the bowl and spoon. “Are you feeling okay now? If yes, then pack your bags, we will leave for home.”

I was quiet for a moment, a little taken aback by his words. For some time, I seriously forgot that I’m married, and I have to go to his house. I don’t know how to react to this. I was a normal girl, living my day-to-day life. Suddenly, he appears, and now we are both married. Forgot to mention the surprise marriage. 

He studied me for a moment. His gaze was gentle, “If you need any help, then I’m here. So we are done for now, go upstairs and pack your bags.”

My eyes narrowed slightly. Standing up, I crossed my arms under my chest, “Great, now you are ordering me.” I didn’t wait for his words and passed by him to go to my room.

The first thing I did was plug my phone in, then to packmy essential. My laptop for editing, a drive, and a ring light, because even my shadow demands good lighting. A shooting camera, because I like my memories in high definition, an influencer light, and a few wired in one backpack. “My roji-roti is packed.” 

Now cloths, but from where should I start? In the past, Mom was with me; Now, just thinking about packing makes me sad again. 

I take a deep breath and open both cupboards. “How many dresses should I pack?” I mutter to the hangers, who don’t reply, obviously. 

So yesterday and today have almost passed. Dad and Chiku will come in five days; only four days are left. Basically, I have to pack for four nights and five days. 

Yes, I figured it out. 

Sound of a knock. “You need any help?”  he asks from outside my room, and I shake my head in reply. 

Then he entered my room, but I said no, did he not get it?

“How much time do you need?” he asked. I don’t know. I’m no packing pro, just a human-shaped procrastination station. “Hmm, one hour maybe.” I shake my head again, then flash three fingers at him, “at least three hours,” I say, as if I’m negotiating, and he grins with a fraction of a nod. 

“Okay, no worries, take your time, and call me if you need my help with anything.” Again, I nodded. 

Moving on, I started packing fourteen dresses. Yes, fourteen. Then six night suits, five with shorts and one with pajama. 

Four heels, because one pair is never enough. My babies follow close behind, a secret confidence squad. Makeup and “lots” of skincare. And the product I shared a review with? 

“Done.”

Now my room is looking like a real mess, makeup was spread on the vanity, and some hair product fell on the ground. And about clothes, they are all under my feet. So I pick clothes with my full stretched arms and put them more like dumping in the cupboard again. 

“Don’t smile, we all do that.” Yes, I am talking to you, all my readers. 

All makeup and hair accessories are put in an empty container, and slide that under the study table.

Now, it’s all done.

It’s not like I don’t know packing, but it’s just that packing a part of our life into suitcases can be really emotional sometimes. Packing makes me remember when I pack my mother's clothes after she's gone for donation.

My head and heart are both filled with this unknown fear. I lived in this room my whole life. No matter how happy, sad, angry, and crazy moments I have shared in these four walls. It’s all overwhelming for me. I know I’m leaving for a few days, but I’m feeling really odd. It’s difficult to put them into words.

I unplugged my phone from the charger and saw no message from Lily yet. So I just thought of posting a story of an accessory bag to pass the time. Sometimes I feel like I am addicted to it, but again, I don’t actually care until it’s distracting me from my sad moments of life. 

After my story was uploaded, this time I turned off the story comment section. I put the phone on the bed, which was just an inch from the floor. I wish that fall directly on the floor so I can buy a new phone immediately.

Bad luck, never mind. Next time, I’ll make sure you kiss the floor really hard and lose your life.

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