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The Secret of Happy Kavita
Scenario:Ajay and Rahim meet in market because both are bussiness man but ajay live with family,in the ajay family his wife kavita, married sister niyti and her husband live in same city,mother ,father and his 1 son aarav stay with his wife neha and young son vicky and one married daughter surbhi and son in law live in same city,ajay and his wife do love marriege because His wife parents not accept ajay, and rahim was stay on ajay house on rent,rahim was unmarried at the age of 42,in rahim family His father,mother and his sister, everyone is busy in their life,rahim stay on rent so in the ajay family everyone know to rahim,so ajay family treat like family member, through the days pass,but in the days rahim attracted to kavita,then they got close but after that they decided to no forward the relationship,that thing only know her younger son vicky,and after that decision rahim leave the city and after that ajay heavy loss in bussiness,aarav got harm in accident and kavita feel sick and I'll,after that ajay family believe in Baba's,they went to there then baba says to all fAmily member of ajay to make happy kavita and must try her happy so everyone stay happy ,but kavita stay still upset and look like Thinking something aur missing something, after that one day everyone ask kavita to that why she is sad,then in discussion her younger son mistakenly told about kavita and rahim relationship.then Everyone discuss about rahim
One day Ajay parents rudely call kavita parents for something,that is the relationship between kavita and rahim,they come and discussion start,
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Ajay Kumar
He is a businessman living with his family. He is loving, responsible, and determined. Ajay lives with his wife, Kavita, and their son, Vicky. He also takes care of his married sister, Niyati, and her husband. Ajay allows his friend Rahim to live in his home rentfree. Ajay values family above all and often seeks advice from his parents. He faces financial losses due to unwise business decisions but remains hopeful.
Kavita Kumar
She is Ajay's wife and a devoted mother and wife. She is nurturing, sensitive, and composed. Kavita takes care of her family members, including her motherinlaw and sisterinlaw, Niyati. Despite being close to Rahim, she decides to maintain boundaries due to Ajay's concerns. After facing family tensions and Ajay's financial struggles, she becomes ill. Through her illness, she finds solace in her son, Vicky, and ultimately passes away, leaving behind a mysterious letter.
Niyati
She is Ajay's married sister who lives with her husband. She is caring, supportive, and understanding. Niyati stays with Ajay after losing her house in a fire. She relies on him for many things and receives emotional support from him. Her husband often discusses financial matters with Ajay. Niyati plays a crucial role in maintaining family harmony by helping resolve conflicts and providing emotional support to those around her.
I am Ajay and I am living with my family which includes my wife Kavita and son Vicky.
My friend Rahim lives in my house on rent.
Actually, he is like my family member and even my parents also treat him like his son.
I have one married sister and her husband also.
They live in the same city.
I also have one son, Aarav, and his wife Neha.
They live in another city because Aarav has a job there.
My father and mother also live with me.
I also have one daughter Surbhi who is married and she lives in the same city with her husband.
I am a businessman and so is Rahim.
I met Rahim in the market, and I told him that I have a big house and a room is empty, so he can stay there until he finds a house of his own.
He agreed and I took him to my home.
He was happy to see that big house and he also liked the room where he would stay.
I told him that he can stay there for as long as he wants, but he should pay half of the electricity bill because it will increase now.
He agreed to that.
He is a good man and I know him from almost ten years.
I am sitting in our living room and my parents are sitting on the sofa.
Kavita's parents are also sitting there.
They are looking tense and worried.
My mother is looking very angry and my father is pacing in the room.
Sometimes he stops and points towards Kavita's parents.
Kavita's father is looking down at the floor and her mother is dabbing her tears with a handkerchief.
Vicky is sitting in a corner and he is also looking worried.
He is guilty because he was the one who told us about the affair between Rahim and Kavita.
He told us that he saw them together in a hotel room last night.
He was going to his friend's birthday party and he saw them there.
He didn't know what to do, so he came back home and told us everything.
My mother asked him to tell us everything in detail, so he told us that they were hugging each other and kissing each other.
They were also whispering something in each other's ears.
My mother asked him if he saw them doing anything else, but he said no. My father asked him why he didn't stop them or why he didn't come to us before telling us about this, but he said that he was scared of them.
He said that they would have hurt him if he had stopped them or if he had come to us before telling us about this.
My mother asked him if he knew about their affair before last night, but he said no.
He said that he had never seen them together like that before last night.
My father asked him if he knew anything else about their affair, but he said no.
He said that he didn't know anything else about their affair except what he saw last night.
My mother asked him if he wanted to say anything else, but he said no.
He said that there was nothing else to say.
My father asked him to go to his room and wait for us there, so Vicky went to his room. My mother asked Kavita's parents what they had to say about all this, but they didn't say anything.
They just kept looking at the floor and dabbing their tears with handkerchiefs.
My father asked them again what they had to say about all this, but they still didn't say anything.
He asked them if they knew about their daughter's affair with Rahim, but they still didn't say anything.
I am pacing in the room and I am dialing Rahim's number.
My hands are shaking with anger and my heart is beating fast.
After three rings, he picks up the phone.
"Hello?" he says in a cautious voice.
"Rahim, come here right now," I say in an angry voice.
"What happened?" he asks in a worried voice.
"I will tell you when you come here," I say.
"Okay, I am coming," he says and hangs up the phone.
I look at Kavita's parents and they are still looking down at the floor and dabbing their tears with handkerchiefs.
My mother is looking very angry and my father is still pacing in the room.
I sit down on the sofa and wait for Rahim to come.
After a few minutes, Rahim comes into the living room and looks at everyone with a worried expression on his face.
He sees Kavita's parents and his expression changes to shock.
"Kavita's parents are also here," he says in a shocked voice.
"Yes, they are also here," I say in an angry voice.
"Why?" he asks in a confused voice.
"We will talk about it later," I say. "What happened?" he asks again.
"We will talk about it later," I say again.
He nods his head and sits down on the sofa next to me.
Kavita's father looks up at him and says, "I knew that you were having an affair with my daughter."
Rahim looks at him with a shocked expression on his face and says, "What?"
"Yes, I knew about your affair with my daughter," Kavita's father says again.
"How did you know?" Rahim asks in a confused voice.
"I saw you both together three months ago in a restaurant," Kavita's father says.
"You were holding her hand and she was smiling at you."
Rahim looks down at the floor and says, "I didn't know that you knew about our affair."
"Yes, I knew about your affair with my daughter," Kavita's father says again.
"But why didn't you stop us?" Rahim asks in a confused voice. "I didn't want to stop you because I wanted to see how far you would go with my daughter," Kavita's father says.
"And now that I have seen how far you have gone with my daughter, I am going to take action against you."
Rahim's eyes meet mine, and I know that nothing will ever be the same.
I watch numbly as Kavita's father rises from his chair.
His face is set in a determined expression, and he looks at Rahim with a steely gaze.
"The only solution to this problem is for you and my daughter to get married," he says in a firm voice.
Rahim's eyes widen in shock, and my mother gasps in disbelief.
Kavita remains silent, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Marriage?" Rahim repeats, his voice shaking slightly.
"Yes, marriage," Kavita's father confirms.
"You have already damaged our family's reputation by having an affair with my daughter. The only way to restore our honor is for you to marry her."
My mother jumps to her feet, her face red with anger.
"How can you suggest such a thing?" she demands.
"You know that Rahim is like a son to us. How can you expect him to marry Kavita?"
Kavita's father turns to my mother, his expression unyielding.
"I am not expecting anything from you," he says coldly.
"I am only doing what is best for my daughter and my family."
Rahim stands up, his eyes darting between Kavita's father and me.
"I...I don't know what to say," he stammers.
Kavita's father pulls out a small box from his pocket and opens it, revealing a ring inside.
He holds it out to Rahim.
"This was meant for Kavita's fiancé," he explains.
"But since you have ruined her chances of marrying anyone else, you might as well marry her yourself." The room falls into stunned silence as everyone stares at the ring in Rahim's hand.
Vicky begins to cry softly in the corner, sensing the tension in the room.
Rahim takes the ring with trembling fingers, his eyes fixed on Kavita's father.
"I...I don't know what to say," he repeats.
Kavita's father turns to Kavita, who is still staring at the floor.
"Kavita, come here," he says gently.
Kavita slowly rises from her seat and walks towards her father, her head bowed in shame.
"Will you marry Rahim?" her father asks, his voice firm but gentle.
Kavita nods silently, her eyes still fixed on the floor.
"Good," Kavita's father says.
"We will hold the wedding here in this house. I will call the priest and make all the necessary arrangements."
He turns to my parents, who are still sitting on the sofa, their faces pale with shock.
"I hope you will allow us to use your house for this purpose," he says.
My mother nods mutely, still trying to process what is happening.
Kavita's father pulls out his phone and begins to dial a number.
"I will call the priest now and make all the necessary arrangements," he says.
Rahim stands there, still holding the ring in his hand, his face filled with confusion and uncertainty.
I watch as Kavita's father begins to pace around the room, making phone calls and giving instructions to someone on the other end of the line.
After a few minutes, he hangs up and turns to us again. "The priest will be here tomorrow evening," he says.
"We will hold the wedding at 7 pm."
Rahim nods silently, still looking stunned.
Kavita's father turns to me again.
"Can you please help us with some of the preparations?" he asks.
I nod silently, still trying to process what is happening.
I follow him out of the living room and into the hallway, where he begins to give me instructions on what needs to be done.
As I listen to him, I can't help but feel a sense of numbness wash over me.
This is all happening so fast, and I can't believe that Rahim is actually going to marry Kavita.
I am standing in our living room and watching as Kavita's parents begin transforming it into a makeshift wedding venue.
They bring in flowers and decorations from outside and arrange them around the room while my parents sit on the sofa and watch them with disapproving expressions on their faces. Vicky runs around helping them set up chairs and tables while Kavita sits in a corner and stares blankly at the floor.
Her father brings in a large box filled with traditional Indian clothing and places it on the table in front of her.
"This is for you," he says gently, pointing at the box.
"It's your wedding dress."
She nods silently and opens the box, revealing a beautiful red sari inside.
I stand up abruptly and look at Kavita's father.
"This can't happen tomorrow," I say firmly.
"A proper wedding needs time."
Rahim, who is still holding the ring in his hand, nods in agreement.
My father stands up and looks at Kavita's father.
"You are right," he says.
"We can't rush into this. It's not fair to Rahim or Kavita."
Kavita's father frowns and looks at my father.
"I don't see why we need to wait," he says.
"The sooner we get this over with, the better."
My father shakes his head.
"No, we can't do this tomorrow," he says firmly.
"We need time to prepare and make sure that everything is done properly."
Kavita's father sighs and rubs his temples.
"Fine," he says finally.
"We will hold the wedding in a month's time."
He turns to Rahim and says, "You should bring a baraat from your house to ours. We will send a car for you at 10 am on the day of the wedding."
Rahim nods silently, still looking stunned by the sudden turn of events. I look at him and feel a pang of sadness in my heart.
This is not how I imagined his wedding day would be like.
He deserves so much more than this.
After a few minutes, Kavita's parents leave and Rahim goes back to his room, still clutching the ring in his hand.
I sit down on the sofa next to my mother and put my arm around her shoulders.
She looks up at me and smiles weakly.
"I'm sorry," she says softly.
"I know that this is not what you wanted for Rahim."
I nod silently and hug her tightly.
"It's not your fault," I say gently.
"These things happen sometimes. We just have to accept them and move on."
She nods silently and hugs me back tightly. The next few weeks pass quickly as we prepare for the wedding.
I am sitting in my study going through the lists of things that need to be done for the wedding when Vicky bursts through the door carrying several boxes in his hands.
He looks up at me and smiles widely.
"Rahim gave these to me," he says excitedly.
"He told me to give them to Kavita."
I look at him and raise an eyebrow.
"What are they?"
I ask curiously.
Vicky shrugs and puts the boxes down on my desk.
"I don't know," he says.
"He gave them to me outside my school. He said that he wanted me to give them to Kavita personally."
I look at the boxes and notice that they are wrapped in expensive-looking paper.
My curiosity gets the better of me, and I open the largest box first.
Inside, I find a beautiful red and gold bridal lehenga with intricate embroidery on it.
The fabric feels soft and luxurious under my fingers as I run my hand over it. I open the other boxes and find that they are filled with jewelry.
There is a complete wedding set consisting of heavy gold necklaces, bangles, earrings, and a mangalsutra.
I also find a pair of anklets and a belly chain made from delicate gold chains and small diamonds.
I pick up the note from Rahim and read it carefully.
"Kavita," it says in his familiar handwriting.
"I want you to wear this dress and jewelry on our wedding day. Please do not forget."
I fold up the note and place it back in the box, feeling a lump form in my throat.
I look at Vicky, who is watching me with wide eyes.
"Take these upstairs to Kavita," I say softly.
"She needs to try them on."
Vicky nods and picks up the boxes, heading towards the door.
As he leaves, I hear him mutter under his breath, "I hope she likes them."
I sit back in my chair, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
I am sitting in the courtyard watching as the women from both families gather around Kavita.
They are all dressed in their finest clothes and jewelry, and they look like they are having a good time.
Kavita is sitting on a chair in the center of the courtyard, and she looks like she is in a trance.
She has her eyes closed and her arms are stretched out to the sides, and she is covered in yellow paste.
The women are singing and dancing around her, applying more haldi to her skin as they go.
My mother is not participating in this ritual, but she is sitting on the sidelines watching with a disapproving expression on her face.
Kavita's mother is leading the ritual, and she seems to be enjoying herself immensely.
Her hands are stained yellow from the haldi, and she is singing along with the other women. After a few minutes, they finish applying the haldi to Kavita's body, and then they start applying it to her face.
Rahim's sister does this part of the ritual, and she is very gentle as she applies the haldi to Kavita's skin.
When she is finished, Kavita looks like she has been dipped in yellow paint.
Her skin is stained yellow from head to toe, and she looks like a completely different person.
The women all cheer and clap when they are finished, and then they help Kavita into a warm bath to wash off the haldi.
After she has been washed clean, they dress her in a beautiful white sari that is embroidered with intricate designs.
They then lead her back out into the courtyard where everyone is waiting for her. The mehndi artists arrive soon after Kavita has been dressed, and they begin applying intricate designs to her palms.
The mehndi stains her skin dark brown, and it will remain there for several days after the wedding.
The designs that they apply are very intricate, with lots of swirling patterns and shapes.
Rahim's initials are hidden somewhere in the design, but I can't see them clearly from where I am sitting.
Vicky hovers around Kavita as she gets her mehndi applied, occasionally bringing his mother water or snacks to eat.
He seems very happy about the whole thing, but I can tell that he is also feeling a little left out.
After several hours, the mehndi artists finish their work and leave.
I watch as my mother bustles around the house, arranging flowers and directing the servants as they set up the decorations for the wedding.
She seems to be in a good mood today, which is unusual for her.
She has always been a bit of a grump, but she seems to be enjoying herself as she prepares for Kavita's wedding.
After a few minutes, she comes over to where I am standing and asks me to help her with something.
I follow her into the house and find Kavita sitting in front of a mirror, adjusting her bridal veil.
My mother goes over to her and makes some final adjustments to her veil before stepping back to admire her.
She looks beautiful in her red bridal lehenga, and the jewelry that Rahim gave her sparkles in the light.
My mother smiles at her and says something softly, then reaches out and places a hand on her cheek.
Kavita smiles back at her and nods, then turns back to the mirror. My mother walks over to me and whispers something in my ear.
I nod and look at Kavita, who is still adjusting her veil.
She looks up at me and smiles, then turns back to the mirror.
I can see that she is nervous about the wedding, but she seems happy too.
I hope that everything goes well for her today.
After a few minutes, my mother goes back over to Kavita and places a hand on her shoulder.
She looks at me and says something softly, then turns back to Kavita.
Kavita nods and stands up from the chair, smoothing down her sari as she does so.
My mother leads her out of the room and into the courtyard where everyone is waiting for them.
As we walk through the house, I notice that there are many people gathered in the living room.
They are all dressed in their finest clothes, and they seem to be having a good time. We reach the courtyard and find that it has been decorated with flowers and ribbons.
There is a large stage set up in one corner of the courtyard, and it is covered in red fabric.
The chairs are arranged around the stage, and there is a small table set up next to it with two chairs on either side of it.
My mother leads Kavita over to one of the chairs and helps her sit down before taking a seat next to her.
I stand off to one side watching as they prepare for the ceremony.
After a few minutes, someone comes over to me and whispers something in my ear.
I watch as my mother gets up and walks over to Rahim, who is standing on the other side of the courtyard.
She pulls him aside and leads him over to the mandap, which is decorated with flowers and ribbons.
She adjusts his sherwani and then steps back to look at him.
He looks handsome in his white sherwani, and his hair is combed neatly back from his face.
My mother smiles at him and then places a hand on his cheek.
She says something softly to him, and he nods before bowing his head slightly.
She then turns to me and motions for me to come over to her.
I walk over to her and she places a hand on my shoulder.
She looks at me with tears in her eyes and says something softly.
I nod and smile at her before turning to look at Rahim. "Rahim," she says, her voice shaking with emotion.
"You are my son. Nothing can change that. After this wedding, you will still be my son."
Rahim nods silently, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"And Kavita," she continues.
"She is now my daughter. You both will live with us after the wedding. You will not leave our house."
Rahim nods again, still not speaking.
My mother smiles at him through her tears and then turns to the priest who is standing nearby.
"Start the ceremony," she says softly.
The priest nods and begins chanting prayers as he lights the sacred fire that burns in front of the mandap.
Rahim glances at me, his eyes searching for reassurance.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask him quietly, sensing the weight of the moment.
He takes a deep breath and replies, "Yes, it's what Kavita and I both want; we're ready to start this new chapter together."
I watch as Vicky helps Kavita get ready for the wedding.
He is in her room, helping her put on her jewelry and adjust her bridal veil.
Kavita is sitting at her dressing table, watching as Vicky struggles to clasp the gold necklace around her neck.
His small hands fumble with the clasp, and he finally manages to get it fastened after a few minutes.
He steps back and looks at Kavita, who smiles at him and nods her approval.
He then moves on to the bangles, sliding them one by one onto Kavita's wrists.
The bangles jingle softly as they slide into place, and Vicky smiles as he listens to the sound.
Next, he picks up the earrings and carefully places them in Kavita's ears.
He steps back again and looks at her, nodding his head in satisfaction. Finally, he picks up the mangalsutra and holds it out to Kavita.
She takes it from him and smiles, then turns around so that he can fasten it around her neck.
Vicky carefully places the mangalsutra around Kavita's neck and then steps back to look at her.
He smiles and nods his head again, clearly pleased with how she looks.
Kavita smiles back at him and reaches out to touch his cheek.
"You look beautiful," she says softly.
Vicky blushes slightly and looks down at his feet.
"Thank you," he mumbles quietly.
Kavita laughs softly and reaches out to ruffle his hair.
"You're such a sweet boy," she says affectionately.
Vicky smiles again and looks up at Kavita with adoration in his eyes.
"I love you," he says softly. "I love you too," Kavita replies, smiling down at him.
"Now, let's finish getting ready for the wedding."
Vicky nods eagerly and turns back to the dressing table to pick up the wedding bindhi that Rahim had given to Kavita when he had come to see her a few days ago.
He holds it out to Kavita, who takes it from him with a smile.
She turns around so that he can apply it to her forehead, but when he tries to put it on, his hands start shaking uncontrollably.
Kavita catches his reflection in the mirror and turns around quickly when she sees how nervous he is.
She takes hold of his hands gently and smiles at him reassuringly. "It's okay," she says softly.
She takes his hands in hers, steadying them with a gentle smile, and whispers, "Together, we can do this."
I watch as Vicky leads Kavita to the mandap.
He is holding her hand tightly, his small fingers intertwined with hers.
As they approach the mandap, the priest begins chanting prayers and sprinkling holy water over them.
The guests murmur among themselves, some of them whispering and pointing at Vicky.
I can see that they are confused by the sight of a young boy leading the bride to the mandap.
But Vicky doesn't seem to notice.
He is focused on Kavita, his eyes fixed on her face as they walk towards the mandap.
When they reach it, he lets go of her hand and steps back slightly, allowing her to take her place next to Rahim.
The priest begins reciting the wedding vows, and Kavita repeats them after him.
Rahim does the same, his voice steady and confident.
As they finish reciting the vows, I can see that Vicky is starting to get restless.
He is shifting from one foot to the other, his eyes darting back and forth between Kavita and Rahim. Finally, the priest finishes speaking and turns to Vicky.
"It's time for you to give your mother a gift," he says softly.
Vicky nods eagerly and steps forward, holding out a small box in his hands.
Kavita smiles at him and takes the box from him, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold necklace inside.
She gasps in surprise and looks up at Vicky with gratitude in her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispers softly.
Vicky smiles back at her and nods his head before stepping back again.
The priest then turns to Rahim's parents and asks them to bring forward their gifts for Kavita.
They get up from their seats and walk over to where Kavita is standing, carrying a large basket filled with various items.
They place the basket at Kavita's feet and bow their heads slightly before returning to their seats. The priest then turns to my parents and asks them to bring forward their gifts for Rahim.
My parents get up from their seats and walk over to where Rahim is standing, carrying a large basket filled with various items.
I watch as they hand the basket to Kavita, who opens it and smiles.
"This is for you and Rahim," his mother says, her voice filled with emotion.
"It contains everything you will need for your first night together."
Kavita blushes slightly and nods her head, looking down at the basket.
I can see that she is a bit embarrassed by the gift, but she is also grateful for their generosity.
The priest then asks Kavita's parents to bring forward their gifts for Rahim.
They get up from their seats and walk over to where Rahim is standing, carrying a large box in their hands.
They hand the box to Rahim, who opens it and smiles.
"This is for you and Kavita," my mother says softly.
"It contains everything you will need for your first night together."
Rahim looks down at the box and nods his head, smiling slightly.
He then turns to Kavita and hands her the box. "This is for you," he says softly.
Kavita takes the box from him and opens it, revealing a beautiful mangalsutra inside.
She gasps in surprise and looks up at Rahim with gratitude in her eyes.
Rahim smiles back at her and nods his head before turning to face the priest again.
The priest then begins reciting more prayers, asking the gods to bless the couple and grant them happiness in their marriage.
As he speaks, I can feel a sense of peace wash over me.
I know that Kavita and Rahim are meant to be together, and I am happy for them both. When the priest finishes speaking, he turns to Kavita's parents and asks them to tie the mangalsutra around Rahim's neck.
They nod their heads and walk over to where Rahim is standing, carrying a small bowl of water in their hands.
They dip their fingers into the water and then sprinkle it over Rahim's head before tying the mangalsutra around his neck.
As they do this, I can see that Vicky is getting more and more agitated.
He is shifting from one foot to the other, his eyes darting back and forth between Kavita and Rahim.
Finally, when they finish tying the mangalsutra around Rahim's neck, Vicky steps forward again.
He holds out another small box in his hands and says something softly to Kavita. She smiles at him and takes the box from him, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold necklace inside.
Kavita looks at Vicky, her eyes wide with surprise. "Vicky, where did you get this?" she asks softly.
Vicky grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I saved up my pocket money for months. I wanted to give you something special for your wedding day."
Kavita's eyes fill with tears, and she pulls Vicky into a tight hug.
"Thank you, Vicky," she whispers.
"This means so much to me."
The priest clears his throat, and we all turn to look at him.
"It's time for the pheras," he says softly.
Rahim and Kavita nod, and then they begin circling the sacred fire.
They complete each phera slowly, their footsteps matching perfectly as they walk around the fire.
Kavita's red lehenga brushes against the floor as she moves, and Rahim's sherwani rustles softly in the breeze.
As they finish the seventh phera, the priest turns to them and smiles.
"Now it's time for the sindoor," he says softly.
Rahim nods, and then he reaches out to take the sindoor from the priest.
He holds it in his trembling hands as he parts Kavita's hair with his fingers. My mother steps forward and guides his hand as he applies the sindoor to Kavita's hairline.
The vermillion powder stains her hair a deep red color, and I can see that Kavita is overcome with emotion.
She looks up at Rahim, her eyes shining with love and adoration.
Rahim smiles back at her, his eyes filled with happiness.
Finally, it's time for the mangalsutra.
Rahim takes it from the priest and holds it in his hands as he looks at Kavita.
He smiles at her before fastening the gold chain around her neck.
His fingers fumble slightly with the clasp, but eventually he gets it secure.
Kavita looks down at the mangalsutra and smiles before looking up at Rahim again. The priest pronounces them husband and wife, and then the guests erupt into applause.
I remain silent as I watch Rahim and Kavita share their first kiss as husband and wife.
Vicky tugs at my sleeve, his eyes wide with excitement.
"Does this mean I'm officially part of the family now?" he asks, glancing between Kavita and Rahim.
Kavita kneels down to his level, her smile radiant. "Yes, Vicky, you're our little brother now," she says warmly.
After the wedding ceremony, I lead everyone back to our house.
The first floor has been decorated and prepared for the newlyweds.
Kavita's parents help her change into a red silk nightgown, while Rahim's family assists him in putting on traditional attire.
I watch as Vicky helps Kavita get ready for the night.
He carefully lifts her red lehenga and places it over her head, adjusting it to fit perfectly.
Then, he helps her put on her jewelry, starting with the nose rings and then moving on to the toe rings.
He secures the waistband around her waist and placed the kamabandh on her thighs.
Next, he put soundful anklets on her feet and then helped her wear the bangles.
He carefully fastened the earrings in place and then wove gajra into her hair.
Finally, he applied sindoor to her forehead and secured the mangalsutra around her neck.
Throughout this process, Kavita remained silent, her eyes fixed on some distant point.
I follow Vicky upstairs to help him prepare the master bedroom for Kavita and Rahim's first night.
As we enter the room, I see that Vicky has already laid out fresh sheets on the bed.
He begins to arrange them neatly, his hands moving quickly and efficiently.
Next, he scatters rose petals across the covers, creating a romantic ambiance.
He then places scented candles on the nightstands and lights incense in the corners of the room.
As he works, I notice that his eyes are red and puffy, as if he has been crying.
I wonder what could be causing his distress, but I don't ask him about it.
Finally, Vicky finishes arranging the room and steps back to admire his handiwork.
He looks satisfied with what he has done, but his eyes are still red and swollen. As we leave the room, Vicky stops me in the hallway.
"Wait," he says softly.
"I need to do one more thing."
I nod my head and wait for him to continue.
He enters the room again and picks up a garland of flowers that is lying on a nearby chair.
He begins to hang it around the bed frame, carefully arranging each blossom to create a beautiful pattern.
As he works, I notice that tears are rolling down his cheeks again.
He quickly wipes them away with his sleeve and continues working without looking at me.
When he finishes hanging the garland, he steps back and looks at the bed with a mixture of sadness and longing in his eyes.
Then, he turns away from me and walks out of the room without saying another word. I follow him downstairs and find him sitting in a chair near the front door.
His head is bowed low, as if he is deep in thought or prayer.
I approach him quietly and place my hand on his shoulder.
"Vicky," I say softly.
"Is everything okay?"
He doesn't respond right away, but instead continues staring at the floor.
After a few moments of silence, he finally looks up at me with tears in his eyes. "I'm just happy for Kavita," he says softly.
"She deserves all of this happiness."
I nod my head in agreement and smile at him gently.
"Yes, she does," I say softly.
"And you have done a wonderful job preparing everything for her."
Vicky smiles back at me weakly before standing up from his chair.
"I need to go get something from my room," he says quietly before walking away from me without another word.
I stand awkwardly in the doorway as my mother presents a wrapped basket to Rahim and Kavita.
"Here," she says with a smile.
"This is for you both."
Rahim and Kavita exchange a curious glance before opening the basket together.
Inside, they find an assortment of items, including condoms, lubricants, and other intimate accessories.
My mother's eyes sparkle mischievously as she explains the purpose of each item.
"These are all essentials for your first night together," she says matter-of-factly.
Rahim and Kavita both blush deeply, clearly embarrassed by the contents of the basket.
But my mother continues undeterred.
"I want to make sure that you have everything you need to make this night special," she says sincerely.
Rahim and Kavita nod their heads in gratitude, still looking a bit flustered by the situation. My mother then turns to Vicky, who has been quietly arranging the room's decorations in the background.
"Vicky, why don't you stay with them tonight?" she suggests.
"Make sure that they have everything they need."
Kavita's face turns pale at this suggestion, while Rahim stammers out a protest.
But before either of them can respond, Vicky quickly exits the room without a word.
My mother looks after him with a confused expression on her face before turning back to Rahim and Kavita.
"What was that all about?" she asks them curiously.
Rahim shakes his head in confusion, while Kavita simply stares at her hands in silence.
Kavita finally looks up, her voice barely a whisper. "He... he overheard us talking last night."
Rahim's eyes widen in realization. "You mean about the adoption?"
Kavita nods, tears brimming again. "I think he misunderstood and thought we didn't want him."
I follow Vicky upstairs, where he stands hesitantly outside Kavita and Rahim's room.
He looks uncertain about whether to enter, so I gently push him forward.
Kavita notices us and calls out to him.
"Vicky, come in."
Vicky slowly opens the door and steps inside, still clutching his blanket tightly.
Rahim is busy arranging pillows on the bed while Kavita sits beside him.
"Come here," Kavita says softly, patting the space between her and Rahim.
Vicky cautiously approaches them, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Kavita gently guides him to sit between them, then wraps her arms around his shoulders.
"We want you to be our son," she explains, her voice filled with emotion.
"We don't want to replace you. We want you to be a part of our family."
Rahim nods in agreement.
"We love you, Vicky. We want you to stay with us forever." Vicky looks up at them with tears in his eyes.
"I don't want to leave," he whispers.
Kavita pulls him into a tight hug, holding him close as tears stream down her face.
"We're not going anywhere," she promises.
"We're your family now."
As they embrace, I quietly close the door behind me and leave them alone for the night.
I linger outside the bedroom door, listening as Vicky helps arrange things inside.
Through the gap in the door, I see Kavita and Rahim sitting awkwardly on opposite ends of the bed while Vicky fusses with pillows and blankets.
As Rahim leans in to kiss Kavita, she suddenly stops him and whispers something to Vicky.
My son nods and hurries to retrieve Kavita's mangalsutra from her jewelry box.
He hands it to her, his fingers trembling slightly as he does so.
Kavita takes the mangalsutra and holds it in her hands, a look of concentration on her face.
Then, she turns to Vicky and asks him to stay for a few more minutes.
Vicky nods, a small smile breaking through his tears as he settles back beside them.