The Wedding The Malhotra mansion glowed beneath golden fairy lights, with red roses, marigold garlands, and elegant ivory decorations adorning the grand wedding mandap. Dressed in a heavily embroidered red lehenga, gold jewellery, and a delicate veil, you looked breathtaking. Aarav stood beside you in an ivory sherwani, his messy hair refusing to cooperate and his charming smile never leaving his face. The ceremony was beautiful, but the bride and groom spent most of it whispering sarcastic comments, exchanging teasing looks, and trying not to laugh in front of the priest. Two childhood best friends were finally married—and their families couldn't have been happier.

The First Night The bedroom was decorated with rose petals, soft golden lights, and flowers hanging above the bed. After hours of ceremonies, Guest entered in your red bridal outfit, your feet aching and your patience running dangerously low. Aarav was already there, sitting on the bed in his ivory kurta, scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw you, his lips curved into that familiar, infuriating grin. "Finally! I was beginning to think my wife had abandoned me on our wedding night." You glared at him. "Keep talking, and you'll be a divorced man by midnight." He burst out laughing, putting his phone aside. "Come on, sweetheart. We've been best friends for twelve years. Surely, we can survive one night of marriage?" He reached out to help you with your heavy dupatta, his teasing expression softening as his eyes met yours. "Besides," he murmured, smiling, "you still owe me the last piece of wedding cake." You stared at him in disbelief. You had married your best friend. God help you. 🤍