PRAKRUTHI
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I was trembling under the long 'Ghoonghat' (veil) if feeling shy and nervous had another name.

I could hear the legendary Mukesh Sahab (sir) singing the line from the famous song Kabhi Kabhi mere dil me from the movie Silsila...

'Suhaag Raat he Ghoonghat utha raha hun mainnnnn' (It's our first night and I'm undoing your veil)...

I gulped as Kedar slowly undid my veil and I was biting my lower lip tenderly when he said ...

'Priyatamaaaaaa' (Lover) and I covered my face with both my Mehndi(Henna) cladded hands and he held my wrists when I heard a loud thunder in the sky.

I got scared and lunged onto his chest. And he slowly caressed his face into my neck and brushed his stubble onto my earlobe and
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Kisi disco me jaye...
Kisi hotel me khaye...
Koi dekhle na Hume yahan...
Kahin ghoom ke aye hum...
Chalo ishq ladaye...Chalo ishq ladaye...
Chalo Ishqqq Ladaye Sanammmm

(Let's go to a disco, let's eat at a restaurant, let no one see us here, let's roam around somewhere, let's fall in love darling)

And the next second I hear a loud thud of a sound making me snap out of my wild wild thoughts and I realise I am still standing in my wedding saree at the window where Mukta Vanni left me sometime ago. What an obnoxious dream did I have?

I listen to the sound of shoes and I turn around to notice Kedar in the room.

No dancing like the legendary Govinda...no singing like Mukesh Sahab!!!

Just plain... expressionless... emotionless deadpan Kedar Nayak. Although he looked extremely handsome in that white Sherwani.

And just when I thought I must compliment him for it. He simply unbuttoned it and threw it on the chair leaving himself in a white v necked tshirt mumbling curses towards the Sherwani.

Glad I didn't compliment it!!! Phewwwww!!!

He shot me a look and started walking towards me and here my heart starting beating like a drumroll. Is he going to force me?

You may not know Taekwondo like Avanthi but you sure are a Bharatnatyam dancer Pakku!

Do a Kartari Mukha Mudra and shove it into his eyes!!! Yessss!!!

A Shukhatunda Mudra and your middle finger is shoved into his nose!!! Absolutely!!! You brave girl!!!

With a Mushti Mudra we will pull his silky smooth hair and pull it hard!!! Sexy yet enough to attack him and then we will launch the same Mushti (punch) into his flat stomach!!!

Yessssss!!! I screamed and that's when I realised him standing next to me with a weird expression on his face. He was staring at me like I was an alien. Just when I thought he would attack me I got ready to punch him he simply said...

'Move!!!' and I narrowed my eyebrows and tried to look at his face. Why is he so tall? Damn it reminds me of a how I try to look at a tubelight which is flickering and about to die.

When I was still not replying him he simply pushed me aside with his index finger on my forehead.

Like really??? An index finger???

When I got annoyed and turned around I noticed how he picked up his clothes from the cupboard behind me and walked away without even sparring me a glance.

Evil doll!!!

But then how could be push me away like that? I wanted to yell at him but before I utter a word further I heard the washroom door close with a loud thud and I pouted.

Idiot!!!

I tried to get rid of the complicated hairdo and the tons of jewellery which was pricking and hurting me. Finally when I got rid of all the jewellery and was able to undo my hair it felt heavenly. I let go off my long hair and threw myself on the recliner in the corner. My feet were hurting, knees were pain, I couldn't feel my back and I was dying to hit the bed. But I wanted to get rid of this saree.

So I opened my suitcase and found the first pair of tshirt and pajamas and decided to change into it but I noticed how Kedar was still not out of the washroom. I decided to knock the door and that's when I heard the running shower. I looked at the time. It was almost ticking 12 in the night. Who takes bath at this odd hour?

Ghost!!! My brain instantly replied but I rolled my eyes and ignored the thought. When he didn't come out even after a good 20 mins I got annoyed and started knocking at the door.

'I think you forgot even I share this room along with you. Come out. Enough of your beauty bath. It's not that with one bath you will turn from Kedar Nayak to Karthik Aaryan ok!!!' I yelled but again I didn't get any response from him.

At times I wonder if he pays tax for talking as well. Snob!

And when I was finally going to bang the door again the knob clicked and the door opened only for me to gulpa lump that was stuck in my throat.

He walked out of the washroom wearing black track pants and just a towel around his neck with which he was rubbing his silky smooth hair.

Suddenly I could hear guitar playing in background as I couldn't help but imagine him dancing on Salman Khan's classic...Oh oh Jaane Jana!!!

I even imagined him doing the famous Salman Khan's step with the bath towel. Naughty naughty Pakku!!!

I blushed and smirked at the devilish Pakku inside me.

But when he simply came infront of me and stood I gulped nervously. I couldn't stop but take a whif of his strong tempting coffee flavoured bodywash.

Want some coffee Pakku???
I'm sure your tongue wouldn't mind that so much!!!

I chuckled to myself and smirked again looking at his Oh so perfect body standing semi naked infront of me.

How I wish he would get rid of that silly bath towel!

Shutup!!! Bad Pakku! Stop thinking like all the smut scenes you read on Wattpad have come alive infront of you!

Behave!!!

When I was trying to pep talk my stupid dirty brain is when I heard

'Would you please move away so I can wear something.' and I couldn't help but notice the way his wet hair settled on his forehead which I so wanted to caress.

Bad Pakku! Dirty girl! Stop! Get a grip!

'Exactly Please get a grip! I know I'm handsome but I'm certainly not interested in you!!! So off limits!!!' saying he simply pushed me again on my forehead with his index finger and walked towards the bed and I narrowed my eyebrows muttering

'Huhhh!!! Evil Tatia Vicchu!!!'

And I simply walked into the washroom and got rid of the saree but what I couldn't avoid was the fragrance of his coffee bodywash that was still dominantly overpowering in the washroom.

Damnnnn!!! This smell is addictive. I closed my eyes trying to fill my lungs with that addictive fragrance and I couldn't stop but imagine how good Kedar looked in that track pant.

I couldn't see his bare body well but those biceps!!! Those broad shoulders! Damn he was a muscle meat!!!

Meat??? Stop it Pakku!!! Get a hold! You don't even know him and this is a marriage of convenience.

Wellll so what? Who told you not to admire good things. I mean I know I won't marry a Pearl V Puri but won't you helplessly imagine him as the lead of every Wattpad novel you read? Inspite the fact that you know you and he can never be a couple but still..
There is a reason it's called imagine!
So if you can imagine a Pearl what is wrong in imagining your legally wedded husband.

I appreciated what an excellent argument my brain had put up and I patted my back. I changed into the Pajama and walked out of the washroom only to see him sleeping on the bed.

What the??? Where will I sleep?

I walked towards the bed and noticed how he had slept on the right corner of the bed although I regretted the white tshirt.

Come on Pakku... life isn't a Wattpad novel. It's the rainy season and Mangalore is pouring cats and dogs. You cannot expect him to sleep shirtless just like your Wattpad male leads. I mean he isn't a wolf to not feel cold. He's a human. Although doesn't look like one. But the fact that he is!!!

And that's when he opened his eyes and looked at me.

'What?' he asked and I said

'Where will I sleep?' and he made an annoying face and said

'On the other side of the bed I guess!!!'

Whatttt??? Me sharing bed with him???

Suddenly I felt like a hundred cameras zoomed and panned through my face. This is my most awaited Tv serial moment and no I'm not letting this go.

All my life I thought I'm going to marry a man of my choice and then to make him sleep on couch like a tv serial hero so that next day morning when first ray of sun falls on his face, he sees me and gets mesmerized by my looks and then he walks closer to me and tucks my hair strands behind my ear leaving a forehead kiss but here him sleeping next to me is completely ruining everything.

Damn!!! This marriage is ruining all my fantasies!!!

And that's when he narrowed his eyes saying 'What fantasies?'

Shit!!! Why am I so loud.

'Ummm that...I...I had a fantasy that I could sleep on a couch. But looks like there isn't one!'

Sleep on a couch??? Fantasy??? What the fuck are you blabbering Pakku???

'Tha... that's your fantasy?' he asked again making a stinky wierd face and I mentally slapped myself multiple times and simply nodded to live by the stupid lie and he gave me 'I cant' expression.

'Well I think we can get a couch for you once we shift to our home in Bangalore. It's better you sleep now. We are leaving to Bangalore tomorrow!' he broke the bomb and I was shocked.

'But tomorrow is the Satynarayan Vrata (Prayers offered by newly weds to Lord Satynarayan)' I said and he nodded saying

'I know but I'm done with this drama and daily soap. I need to get back to work and I can't stay longer here. And honestly it's best for both of us. If we stay here they will try to put us in awkward situations for us to try to come together which I don't think I'm least interested in...so you know what...let's leave tomorrow evening. And we will be off this drama at the earliest possible.' he said and I couldn't help but agree.

I slowly walked towards the recliner and decided to sleep there when Kedar spoke up

'I think you must take the bed for tonight Miss Kamath. You are safe. I don't touch anything that's not mine!' he said with his eyes still closed and I don't know why I couldn't help but trust his words.

He was a stranger. Practically someone whom I spoke to properly today for the first time ever. An accidental namesake husband. But!!! Something inside me told me to trust him and I did.

I slowly walked towards left side of the bed and lied down silently with our backs facing each other. I remembered dad's face and suddenly I remembered about my home. I didn't want to loose that house.

'Kedar!!!' I called out to which he hummed without even turning around as I said

'Ummm...the the money! I mean I don't want dad to loose that hou-'

'Everything has been sorted Miss Kamath. Tomorrow your dad will give you the good news. Kedar Nayak always keeps his word.' he said and again although I didn't know him before today something inside my heart told me to trust him...

And I did!

I closed my eyes and sleep engulfed me.