Aashna's pov:

I woke up and squinted my eyes due to the sunlight peeking through the curtains.

I have this huge headache. Well I do remember getting drunk last night. But how did I end up here? I'm sure someone must have brought me here.

Why does it feel a bit wierd?

Shit!

I'm using someone's hand as a pillow.

But the smell of his sweat seems familiar. Shubman used to sweat like that. But doesn't every boy has the same smell of sweat?

And the main thing is that....I'm in my underwear now that I've finally felt it.

I turn around to face the person and saw Shubman sleeping there with one hand over his head.

He's also not wearing a shirt or a pant.

I hope something didn't happen between us. But I must've felt it right? If something happened.

I feel just fine down there.

I should wake him up.

But he looks so peaceful. It can't help him though.

"Shubman, Shubman!! Utho!" I said while shaking him.

"Shubman get up!"

"Dono bhai behen bhand ho ke sote he esa lagta he...." I muttered.

"Shubman get up yaar, you shouldn't be sleeping here!" I said loudly.

He opened his eyes a bit and looked at me.

I covered myself with the covers.

"Aashna, you're awake?" He said.

Oh my god, his raspy morning voice.
It always got me wet butterflies.

"Shubman get up, uth jao!!" I said.

He sat up a little.

"Hamare beech kal raat.....kya hua?" I asked him.

He took a deep breath before talking.

"Tumne mere saamne apne kapde utar diye......fir tumne mujhse bola ki tumhe bra pehena du..." he said.

"How dare you! Tum itna jhoot kese bol sakte ho? Me esa kar hi nhi sakti!" I said not believing him.

"Ek puri bottle whiskey peene ke baad bhi nhi?" He said making me shut up.

"Mmm....fir kya hua?" I said.

"Fir mene tumhe bra pehenayi...aur fir tum bed pe gir gyi, fir tumne mujhse bola ki stay with me so I stayed!" He said.

So he saw everything?

"Tumne......tumne sab....dekh liya?" I said blushing hard.

"Nhi yaar! The lights were off." He said.

And I took a breath of relief.

"I thought...we...yk? When I woke up." I told him.

"We what? Had sex?" He said.

"Uhhh...yeah...but.."

"I mean agar esa kuchh hota toh you must be able to feel it right?" He said and I picked up a pillow to hit him.

"Chup ho jao, sharam nhi aati tumhe? Shaadi hone wali he tumhari....aur wo bhi kal! Aaj haldi he...aur tum parayi aurat ke saath so rhe ho?" I said dramatically.

"Aur kal raat ye hi parayi aurat mujhe I love you bol rhi thi, uska kya?" He said...did I really?

"Please Shubman! I don't love you! Aur wese bhi nashe me toh kya kuchh nhi bolte log? Move on now! Kab tak mere I love you ka wait karte rahoge?" I said.

"Aashna, nashe me log sach bolte he, I don't understand wahi baat tum sober hokar kyu nhi bol sakti, ab toh ego chhod do! Meri shaadi ho jayegi! This is a delicate situation! I love you bol ke tu sab theek kar sakti he Aashu!" He said.

"Shubman, I don't love you! Go marry Sara! Jab me pyaar karti hi nhi hu tumse toh kyu bolun I love you?" I said wanting to be strong. Let's see if he still tries.

"Aashna yk what? Good luck with you and your ego! Me jaa rha hu, aaj meri haldi he, I invited you because I still had a hope, that maybe things can still be fixed, but I guess you don't want to fix things." He said.

"Toh tumne meri kal isliye help kari, kyuki you thought I would accept you? You know what SHUBMAN? Aaj ke baad meri help mat karna, no matter what!" I said while he got up and wore his clothes back.

"Nhi karunga! Because aaj ke baad I will be having my wife that I'll be helping, so I won't be helping random women!" He said in anger and left.

I took a deep breath and fell back on bed. My wife? Fuck her. I thought and laughed a bit while tears filled my eyes.

I fucked up this time. He tried to make things right but this time.....I played the bad role.

I wish I hadn't said what I said, and maybe he'd still be laying in my arms.

I won't say that I love him but atleast I can say sorry to him for being so rude.

So I decided to get ready for the haldi and go downstairs.

I wore this and went downstairs nervously. I can't face Shubman after sleeping in his arms for a whole night after saying I love you and then fighting with him.

As I go downstairs, I found shahneel di and she dragged me with her.

"Kal Shubhi puri raat kahan tha pta he kuchh?" She asked me.

"Kyu di kya hua?" I asked with a laugh.

"I had to cover for him for a whole night, that's what!" She said.

"Oooh....haan...actually...wo...." I trailed off.

"Aage kya? Wo ke baad? Bol oye!"

"Actually Shubman mere saath tha aur me...ham so rhe the!" I said.

"So rhe the matlab?"

"Matlab saath me so rhe the!"

"WHAT!?"

"I mean ...saath me! Mtlab ek hi bed pe so rhe the!!" I said quickly.

"Oh....I thought...ki...yk?"

"Don't worry, even I thought the same when I woke up."

She looked at me eagerly.

"No! Nothing happened! Don't get any ideas!" I said and she made a face.

"Something yaar! Kuchh to hua hoga?" She said.

"Haan! If you consider shouting at each other something, fir to bohot kuchh hua he!" I said.

"Arey yaar tum dono itna kyu ladte ho? Me toh soch rhi thi ki tujhe yahan bulane se sab theek ho jayega par..." she stops talking.

"W-what di?" I asked her.

"No I don't mean it like that...." she starts.

"Make sure what you mean, then talk to me!" I went away a little pissed off.

"Kahan jaa rhi ho?" Abhishek followed me and I kept walking.

"Abhi please! I'm already pissed off a little!" I snapped at him.

"Ek baat bolun? Gusse me aur bhi cute lagti ho." He said making me crack a smile.

"Alright, ab bohot ho gya gussa! Chalo haldi lagane chalte he!" He dragged me all the way to where the bride and the groom were seated.

Eveeyone was applying haldi to them.

Sara was enjoying and laughing with everyone while Shubman was just sitting straight letting everyone do what they were.

And it was my turn after Abhishek.

I applied haldi to Sara with a smile and then I turned to Shubman and touched the haldi. Then smeared it across his arms, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose.

To be honest, he looks cute while getting the haldi applied.

Then with a boom, the haldi ki holi started.

Idk if you have heard about this but it's that thing when everyone randomly starts attacking everyone with smearing haldi on them.

And to be near the bride and groom was the worst decision ever.

Because we were attacked too. Abhay held my head and ducked me down to miss a haldi shot.

But...you know me...I like these things too, so I collect some haldi and start to smear it across people.

I find Aditi, Ishan, vamika and whoever else including Abhishek too. I apply it forcefully on whoever I find.

Time passed in laughing, chasing and hiding from everyone. And I was still clean.

Suddenly, Aditi came in front of me and Ishan held me from behind.

But my hands were free so I held her hands and made her smear the haldi on herself.

We heard Shubman and Ishan Aditi, in the heat of revenge, took a handful of haldi from Shubman's cheek and applied it to my cheek.

I freeze at my spot.

I look at Aditi horrificly and run to the bathroom to clean it.

After getting it off with shaky hands I look in the mirror and tears fill my eyes.

Why God? Why?

Why do you keep doing this to me, giving me hope when I know that we're never gonna be together.

Why did she have to apply the haldi from Shubman's cheek.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and I turn to the other side to avoid any awkward exchange.

"Kya hua baccha?" I heard Anushka bhabhi's voice and turned to her.

"Bhabhi!!" I cried going near to her.

She held me and hugged me to her shoulder.

"Haan bol kya hua?" She said lovingly and caressed my head.

"Bhabhi, Aditi ne....wo mujhe....Shubman ki.....jhooti haldi laga di!!" I cried while telling her.

"Awww toh kya hua? Koi baat nhi? Itni si baat pe itna rote he?" She said.

"Chalo! Ab chup chap clean your tears and come outside! Look ik ki tere liye ye bhot badi baat he par ab tu agar itni strong he ki uski shaadi me aayi he toh iss baat par mat ro!" She said and started to wipe my tears and pulled me out of the bathroom.

As we went outside, I found shubman eagerly looking at me wondering why my eyes appeared moist.

But I decided to ignore his stare and concentrate on my thing.

I had my lunch peacefully and decided to retire to my room to rest.

We have to go to the bachelor's party tonight.

It's getting harder to believe this now that the wedding is coming closer.

It's tomorrow.

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The music boomed in our ears as we entered the club. The blue lights creating a perfect ambience for the party.

The bride was supposed to wear white and everyone else red.

But I wore a black dress with some jewels in my ears and hands.

The party seem to go very fast because midnight happened in a flash of seconds.

I'm not enjoying it though, I'm pulled to the dance floor by Sara and we collab for dancing on one song.

Shoutout to my ex by little mix.

I get pumped up by the irony of the situation.

After doing my sexy dance for a whole song, I sit at the bar and gulp down shots after shots.

I can't believe that tomorrow, our lives will change forever. Tears start to stain my cheeks.

Shubman will be a married man. And my conscience will constantly bother me for being in love with a person who is promised to someone else.

I will be seeing him as a groom and I will not be the bride.

I will watch him take the rounds of holy fire with someone else.

And just like that, I'll see him living his life in the photos, through social media, his children and anniversaries, his achievements.

Unlike I was hoping, I won't be able to celebrate the joys of anniversaries, wins, loses and pregnancies with him.

And if not him, I think I will not be able to celebrate it with anyone else. How will I get my body to accept a foreign touch.

In him, I had found a husband, a partner for my life but I guess I'm just losing all of it now.

I don't realise how much I drank until Aditi pulled me out of the barstool.

"What are you doing? Why are you drinking that much?" She asked me forcefully holding my hand and dragging me out of the club.

"Aditi, where are you taking me?" I ask her.

"Somewhere instead of here! So you'll stop drinking!" She said and walked me out.

We sit in her car and she sat on the driving seat and started driving.

Shubman's pov:

I lit my 36th cigarette that night as I sat through my so called bachelor's party.

Ishan shot me a disappointed glare as he continued to talk with someone on the phone.

Cigarette after cigarette, I was trying to steer away my thoughts with the smoke.

It seemed all like a joke till now. But now the weight of realisation has finally dawned upon me.

Tomorrow it will be final and over for this life.

From tomorrow, I will be calling someone else my wife. But I have no other option, if I call this wedding off then I can't say that it's because Aashu and I rekindled. I don't have a reason to call off this wedding.

I am still ready but she made it very clear this morning that she doesn't have anything to do with me.

She had moved on.

I haven't, I still don't understand how I'll be able to love my wife. How I'll be able to celebrate my achievements, be happy with hers?

How I'll be able to give her a family or how I'll love the children we have? I'm gonna be an awful husband and father!

But maybe in another life, it'll be different, we'll definitely find our way back to each other.

Ishan came and seated himself by my side.

"Sir, may I ask which number of cigarette is this tonight?

"Pta nhi? This is the 4th box I guess?" I said and he held my hand and stood me up.

"Kya he yaar Ishan? I don't wanna go anywhere!" I said but he kept pulling me out of the club.

"Pehle to yeh cigarette chhod! Aur no questions! You just need a moment to clear your mind and think!" He said.

He ran to the driver's seat and sat down.

He started to drive somewhere away from the club we were in.

AUTHOR'S RANT: Hey guysss, so this is the chapter.

Now you gotta wait for the next chapter.
Till then enjoy this and vote and comment.❤❤❤