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The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, Shubman awoke out of habit.

His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the gentle morning light and he found himself face to face with the peaceful sight of Hira sleeping beside him.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her face and neck, making her skin look radiant.

He yawned softly, stretching his arms before turning his attention back to her.

His heart swelled with love and admiration as he watched her, marveling at how beautiful she looked, even in sleep.

The way the sunlight caressed her features made her look angelic, Her hair was splayed across the pillow, and her soft, even breaths created a rhythmic melody that he found incredibly soothing.

[AUTHOR: I ALWAYS FEEL SINGLE WHILE WRITING THESE SCENES]

Shubman's gaze traveled down to her neck, where the sunlight accentuated the delicate curve of her throat.

The delicate skin there looked so inviting in the morning light.

He couldn't help but let his eyes wander further down to her chest, where her dupatta had slipped away, revealing a hint of cleavage.

The sight made his breath catch in his throat. He couldn't resist the urge to get closer, to feel her warmth and softness against his lips.

He leaned in slowly, careful not to wake her, and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

His lips moved to her collarbone, then up to her cheeks and jaw, each kiss filled with tenderness.

Her skin was warm and soft under his lips, and he felt a shiver of excitement run through him

He continued his tender assault, kissing her neck and then trailing his lips up to her cheeks and jaw.

Each kiss was a declaration of his love, a silent promise of his devotion.

Hira stirred in her sleep, a small smile playing on her lips as she felt his affectionate kisses.

Shubman watched her with a smile, his heart melting at how serene she looked.

He gently caressed her face, running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a sleepy but warm smile.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Good morning, love," he replied, his voice a soft murmur.

Hira noticed the intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at her with such unabashed love.

She noticed his stubble, thinking how incredibly handsome he looked, especially with that roguish touch.

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her lips. She responded eagerly, their lips moving in perfect harmony, sharing a sweet and intimate moment.

The kiss broke, but the electric connection between them remained.

Shubman's gaze darkened with desire as he hovered over her, trailing kisses down her neck.

Hira's head fell back against the pillow. She let out a loud moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

  The sound sent a thrill through him, and he reminded her in a playful whisper,

"Remember, we're at my house. You need to tone it down." She giggled softly, nodding as she pulled him back for another kiss.

"Can I?" he asked, his fingers gently tugging at her kameez. She nodded, giving him permission.

He slowly removed it, revealing the soft, glowing skin of her chest and collarbone. His breath caught at the sight, and he took a moment to admire her beauty.

His hands moved to her bra straps, sliding them down her shoulders. She shivered in pleasure, her skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch.

But before he could continue, Hira stopped him.

She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head, her hands moving eagerly across his bare chest and biceps.

He shivered under her touch, feeling the heat of her hands against his skin. She pushed him onto his back, and her bosom pressed against his chest as she leaned in and kissed him deeply, their eyes closing as they got lost in each other

The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance of desire.

Hira's hands roamed over his muscular chest, feeling the strength and warmth of his body. Shubman responded in kind, his hands exploring the curves of her waist and hips.

"Shub," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with desire and affection. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Hia" he replied, his voice a husky murmur. "More than anything."

तू लगावेलु जब लिपिस्टिक हिलेला आरा डिस्टिक

जिला टॉप लागेलु हो जिला टॉप लागेलु

कमरिया कमरिया

कमरिया  करे लपालप लॉलीपॉप लागेलु

कमरिया  करे लपालप लॉलीपॉप लागेलु

Suddenly, a shrill ringtone pierced the quiet intimacy of the moment, the unexpected Bhojpuri song

"Tu Lagavelu Jab Lipstick" blaring loudly. Hira jerked in shock, her body reflexively pulling away from Shubman and tumbling off the bed.

She landed on her bum with a groan of pain, clutching her backside as she winced.

Shubman was equally shocked, both by the ringtone and Hira's fall. He immediately scrambled to her side, helping her up with concern etched on his face.

"Are you okay baby?" he asked, his voice filled with worry as he supported her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Hira replied, rubbing her sore backside with a grimace. "What was that ringtone?"

Shubman's face twisted in confusion as he reached for his phone, realizing it was still ringing. The caller ID flashed "Ishan"

With a mix of annoyance and curiosity, he picked up the call and barked, "What the hell, Ishan?"

On the other end, Ishan's laughter echoed loudly, clearly pleased with his prank.

"Surprise! Did you enjoy the new ringtone? I changed it just for my contact, thought you'd appreciate some Bhojpuri flavor!"

Shubman groaned, his irritation evident. "You idiot, you scared the hell out of us! Hira fell off the bed!"

Ishan's laughter only grew louder. "Sorry, yaar! But you've got to admit, it's a classic!"

Shubman shook his head, trying to suppress a smile. "You're impossible. I'm going to get you back for this."

"Looking forward to it!" Ishan teased. "Give my love to bhabhi. Bye!"

Shubman ended the call and looked at Hira, who was now giggling uncontrollably.

The laughter she had been holding back erupted freely, and she clutched her stomach as she laughed.

Shubman couldn't help but join in, the absurdity of the situation hitting them both.

After a few moments, He jumped back onto the bed and checked Hira for any injuries.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded, calming down from her laughter. "I'm fine, really. Just a bit surprised. What time is it?"

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's 8 AM."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Eight? I need to get ready!" She jumped up, rushing to the bathroom to freshen up.

Shubman tried to stop her, pulling her back towards the bed.

"Come on, stay with me a bit longer," he pleaded, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Hira shook her head, smiling. "No shona we have to get ready. We can't be late."

She quickly freshened up and put on an emerald-colored suit with an embroidered dupatta, her hair styled in loose waves.

Shubman watched her with admiration, grabbing her from behind and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You look stunning," he whispered, kissing her neck.

Hira blushed, gently pushing him away. "Thank you. Now, let me go."

She made her way towards the kitchen, where the other women were already preparing breakfast.

Hira walked slowly, making no noise as she approached.

Just as she was about to enter, she heard something that made her stop in her tracks.

Her eyes widened, and her fists clenched in anger.

Voices carried from the kitchen, and what she heard made her blood boil.

Shubman's mother tapped her on the shoulder, making her jump.

They both stood quietly, listening as the other women badmouthed Hira.

"She's not even Punjabi," Kamal said dismissively. "How can she fit into our family?"

"I heard she's a pilot," Gurleen chimed in. "That's not a job for a woman. She'll never be a good housewife."

"Just look at her," Khushi added. "Always dressed so modern. She doesn't even know how to dress like a proper Punjabi woman."

"She's too independent," Amrita said. "Such women never make good wives. They're always out working, never home."

"I don't understand what Shubman sees in her," Charanpreet muttered. "There are so many nice Punjabi girls he could have married."

"And did you hear about her past?" Gurleen whispered. "She was in a relationship before. Who knows what kind of woman she really is?"

"I don't trust her," Kamal declared. "She'll never be loyal to my nephew"

Hira's face burned with anger and hurt.

She could feel tears stinging her eyes but fought to keep them back.

She was about to step forward and confront them when she felt Shubman's mother's reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Come with me," Shubman's mother said softly. They moved a little closer to the doorway, listening to the conversation continue.

"I bet she doesn't even know how to cook," Khushi sneered. "What kind of wife is that?"

"I just hope she doesn't bring shame to our family," Charanpreet said, shaking her head.

Hira couldn't take it anymore. She turned to Shubman's mother, her eyes filled with determination.

"I'm going to prove them wrong," she said quietly but firmly.

Keart nodded, giving her a supportive smile. "I know you will, beta. And don't let their words get to you. You are part of this family now, and you have our support."

With renewed strength, Hira stepped into the kitchen, her head held high.

The room fell silent as the women turned to look at her, their faces a mix of surprise and discomfort.

Hira greeted them with a polite "Good Morning," her voice steady and calm.

Kamal, trying to save face, forced a smile. "Oh, Hira, we were just talking about you. Come, join us for breakfast."

Hira smiled back, her eyes hard. "Thank you, but I heard enough from outside."

She glanced at each of them, making it clear she had heard their hurtful words.

Keart stepped forward, addressing the group. "Hira is a wonderful person, and soon she will be the daughter in law of this family. We should all support her and make her feel welcome."

Inside, the women of the household busied themselves preparing breakfast.

The aroma of fresh parathas, spicy aloo sabzi, and steaming chai filled the room.

Yet, the warm scents could not mask the bitterness of the words that Hira had overheard.

Shahneel was the first to notice Hira's change in demeanor.

She walked over to Hira, her brows knitted in concern. "Hira, you don't seem yourself today. What's wrong?"

Hira forced a smile, her eyes betraying the hurt she felt. "Oh, it's nothing didi. I'm just a bit tired."

Shahneel didn't seem convinced. "I know you're trying to be strong, but you can tell me if something's bothering you. I'm your friend, after all."

Hira looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, her gaze dropping to the floor as she spoke quietly.

"It's just that I overheard some comments about me this morning."

Shahneel's expression grew serious. "What did they say?"

Hira took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and anger.

"They were questioning my place here, saying things like I'm not a proper Punjabi, that I'm too modern, and that I don't belong in this family."

She paused, her voice trembling slightly as she continued, "They even talked about my job as if it's something shameful. It hurt to hear that they don't think I'm good enough for Shub."

Shahneel's eyes widened, her anger evident. "That's horrible. I'm so sorry you had to hear that."

Hira nodded, a tear escaping down her cheek. "It's okay. I know it's not everyone, and I don't want to make a fuss. I just need to be strong and prove them wrong."

Shahneel reached out and squeezed Hira's hand. "I'm sure Shubman doesn't care about what they say. He loves you for who you are. But I think you should talk to him about it."

Hira wiped her tear and gave a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Didi. I think I will. I just needed to get my thoughts in order first."

Shahneel nodded and squeezed her hand once more before heading to the living room.

Hira took a moment to compose herself, knowing she had to be strong for herself.

After a few deep breaths, she made her way back to the kitchen, ready to face the day despite the hurtful comments she had overheard.

As Hira served the breakfast, the atmosphere at the table was a mix of confusion and awkwardness.

Shubman's cousins looked at each other, whispering among themselves. Simran, trying to break the tension, spoke up.

"Come on, Bhabhi! Sit with us and have some breakfast. We'd love to get to know you better."

Hira managed a smile, though it was strained. "Thank you, Simran. I'm just not very hungry right now."

Shubman's father, observing the situation, looked at Hira with a kind expression.

"Hira beta please join us. It's important for us to all sit together as a family."

Hira gave him a polite smile but glanced at Shubman's mother, who gave a subtle nod of understanding.

"Thank you, Papaji. I appreciate the offer, but I'd like to help with the serving."

Shubman noticed the silent exchange and knew something was wrong.

As Hira served him, he leaned in again, his voice filled with concern.

"Kya hua, Hia? Why don't you want to eat with us?"

Hira whispered back, her voice steady but laced with sadness.

"I overheard the women talking badly about me. They think I don't belong here and that my job is not suitable for a wife. It just hurts to hear that."

Shubman's fists clenched at his sides, his eyes flashing with anger. "They have no right to judge you like that. I'm so sorry you had to hear that."

Hira placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Please don't make a scene. I just wanted you to know what I heard. I'll be fine. Let's just get through this."

He nodded, understanding her wish for him to remain calm. "Alright, but I'm not going to let this go. We'll deal with it later."

After breakfast ended, Hira quietly excused herself and retreated to her room.

The weight of the morning's events hung heavy on her mind, and she needed a moment alone to gather her thoughts.

As she closed the door behind her, she let out a deep sigh, her emotions still raw from the hurtful comments she had overheard in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Shubman, accompanied by his sister Shahneel and his mother, Keart, made their way back into the kitchen area.

Keart's normally warm demeanor was tempered by a subtle seriousness, her lips pressed into a thin line as she approached the group of women who had been involved in the earlier conversation.

The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted perceptibly as Shubman's family members entered.

The women paused their chatter and turned to face the trio, a mix of surprise and unease flickering across their faces.

Kamal who had been one of the more welcoming figures towards Hira earlier, looked particularly apprehensive as she glanced between Shubman and her mother, sensing the tension in the air.

Keart spoke first, her voice calm but firm. "Ladies, may I have a word with you?"

The group exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to respond.

Charanjeet, Shubman's aunt, spoke up tentatively. "Keart , is everything alright?"

Keart nodded, her gaze steady as she addressed the room. "I couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be some misunderstanding earlier. It's come to my attention that there were remarks made about Hira."

Khushi bit her lip, her eyes flickering towards her mother for guidance. "Chachiji we were just..."

Before she could finish, Shahneel stepped forward, her voice tinged with disappointment.

"It wasn't just innocent conversation. It was hurtful and unnecessary."

Shubman, usually composed, struggled to contain his frustration.

"Do you all know how bad she felt?. Hira is my fiancé and she deserves respect."

The room fell silent, the weight of Shubman's words hanging heavily in the air.

The women exchanged uncomfortable glances, some looking down at their feet while others shifted uneasily on their feet.

Keart sighed softly, her expression softening slightly.

"I understand that our religion and language are different, but we are a family. We must treat each other with kindness and respect."

Gurleen spoke up timidly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Keart bhabi , we didn't mean any harm. We were just concerned about..."

Keart raised her hand gently, cutting off the explanation.

"I appreciate your concern, but there are better ways to express it. Hira is a part of this family now, and I expect everyone to make her feel welcome."

Kamal nodded, her eyes downcast. "We understand, Bhabi. We'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Shubman glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on each woman in turn. "Thank you. That's all we ask."

With that, Shubman and his family turned to leave the kitchen, leaving the women to contemplate the impact of their words.

As they walked away, Shahneel glanced back at Simran with a reassuring smile, silently urging her to reflect on their conversation.

Back in guest room, she sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts swirling with a mix of emotions.

She had not expected such hurtful remarks from Shubman's family, especially after the warm welcome she had initially received.

The pain of feeling judged for who she was, where she came from, and what she did for a living weighed heavily on her heart.

As she stared out of the window, lost in thought, a knock on the door startled her.

She turned to see Shubman standing in the doorway, his expression gentle yet concerned. "Baby, can I come in?"

Hira nodded silently, her eyes meeting his as he entered the room.

He closed the door behind him and sat down beside her on the bed, his presence comforting yet tinged with worry. "Are you okay?"

Hira took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying to be.It just hurts, Shub. I thought... I thought they liked me."

Shubman reached out and took her hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

"They do like you, Love. Sometimes people say things without thinking. It doesn't excuse what happened, but I promise you, I talked to them."

She sighed softly, leaning into his touch. "Please don't make things worse. I don't want to cause any more trouble."

He shook his head, his eyes determined. "You're not causing trouble babe You deserve to be treated with respect, just like anyone else."

Hira met his gaze, her eyes reflecting gratitude and a hint of vulnerability. "Thank you for standing up for me."

Shubman smiled gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Always."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the morning's events gradually easing between them.

He squeezed her hand gently, his voice soft yet unwavering. "If you ever feel like you're not welcome here, or if anyone says anything to upset you again, please just tell me. I'm here for you, Hia."

She nodded, her heart warmed by his sincerity. "I will. Thank you, Love."

With that, they sat together in quiet companionship, the morning's turmoil slowly giving way to a sense of solidarity and understanding.

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