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"Sometimes healing isn’t loud—it’s found in the quiet arms of someone who refuses to let your broken pieces fall apart."

The door creaked softly as Vedant entered the room, carefully balancing a tray of food, water, and medicine in his hands. Behind him, Aaradhaya and Kunal stepped in, their faces etched with concern. The weight of the situation was evident in their every move.

"Bhai… can we come in?" Vedant asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper.

Naina, still curled up in Devanash’s protective embrace, instinctively tried to get down from his lap. But before she could move, Devanash’s grip on her tightened, his hold firm but tender.

"No, sit," Devanash murmured, his voice low, carrying an unspoken strength.

Naina's body trembled slightly, her breath shaky, but she buried her face deeper into his chest, seeking the solace of his warmth. His presence was the only thing that could anchor her to reality, the only place she felt safe.

Devanash glanced at his younger brother, his voice calm but commanding. "Yes, come in, chhote."

As Vedant, Aaradhaya, and Kunal entered, their eyes immediately found Naina. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed from the tears that had fallen earlier. Aaradhaya’s heart ached, and she lowered her head in guilt.

"Sorry, bestie…" Aaradhaya’s voice was thick with regret, barely audible, as she stepped forward.

A single tear slipped from her eye, and Naina, hearing the sorrow in her voice, knew she didn’t want to revisit the painful memories. She couldn’t bear it.

"It’s not your fault…" Naina whispered, shaking her head, her voice fragile but sincere.

Aaradhaya’s fists clenched, her expression filled with regret. "Mujhe careful rehna chahiye tha…" (I should have been more careful…)

Naina gave her a soft smile, the kind that conveyed forgiveness without a word. "I would have forgiven you even if it was your fault… but only on one condition."

Aaradhaya looked at her with wide eyes. "Anything for my bestie."

Naina’s voice softened, almost shy. "You’ll teach me how to fight. You fight like a warrior."

Aaradhaya’s lips curved into a warm smile, her heart swelling with affection. "Deal."

Devanash watched the exchange, his chest swelling with a sense of pride and happiness. Seeing his wife find comfort in the arms of her family gave him a momentary sense of peace amidst the chaos.

Kunal, ever the calm, clapped his hands together, trying to lighten the mood. "Ohho, Bhabhi, now leave Bhai and look at us! We brought your favorite kachori! Alert—your comfort food is here!"

Naina’s eyes flickered with surprise and then pure delight. The mention of her favorite food was enough to break through the wall of sadness that had built up around her heart.

Her eyes sparkled as she shifted away from Devanash’s lap, moving toward the food. She sat on the edge of the bed, her body still shaking slightly, but the thought of the kachori made her forget, even if for a moment, the storm that had raged in her life.

Vedant smiled gently and sat beside her, his eyes filled with affection. "Today, Bhabhi will eat from her brothers' hands."

Naina’s heart swelled with emotion. Her family—her real family—had always treated her like an afterthought, a burden. But now, with her in-laws, she saw a love and kindness that she had never experienced before. The contrast was almost overwhelming.

As she took a bite of the food, tears welled up in her eyes once more. But this time, they were different. They were tears of gratitude, tears for the love and protection she now had.

Kunal, noticing the tears, immediately reached over and gently wiped them away, his voice filled with compassion.

"Bhabhi, please don’t cry… we can’t see your tears." His words were soft, sincere.

She managed a small smile, her heart lighter, and they all continued to feed her, laughing, talking, and sharing moments of normalcy in a world that had been anything but.

After the meal, Vedant handed Devanash a cream for the bruises on Naina’s hands and legs, his expression serious as he looked at her injuries.

Author: it was just a red mark due to rope, overprotective Rajpurohit hmm😒😒

Meanwhile, Kunal and Devanash moved out onto the balcony. The lively energy shifted, and the air between them grew tense with the weight of their conversation.

"What do we do about that bastard Ashok?" Kunal asked, his voice low, a growl of fury underneath the calm.

Devanash’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing with a cold intensity. "I know how to handle him," he said, his voice calm but deadly. "But that can wait. After the reception. Right now, my wife needs me more."

His words hung in the air like a promise, a vow that no matter what, Naina would never be alone again.

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The night had fallen, and the house was still, the soft sound of the wind brushing past the windows barely audible. The family had already wished Bhabhi a good night, their voices fading as they retired to their rooms, leaving the couple alone.

Devanash walked in, the soft light from the bedside lamp illuminating his strong frame. He was carrying a small glass of water in one hand and a strip of medicine in the other, his eyes focused on Naina, who was lying in bed, her body curled up slightly under the blanket. There was something in her posture that told him she wasn’t quite at ease.

He approached her with measured steps, the warmth of the room wrapping around them both. His voice, when it came, was a soothing blend of command and affection. "Naina, eat this," he said, holding out the pill to her, his expression softening as he looked at her.

Naina turned her face away stubbornly, her eyes sparkling with resistance. "Nahi khani! Kuch nahi hua hai mujhe…" She spoke quickly, as if trying to convince herself more than him.

("I don’t want to eat it! Nothing has happened to me…)

Devanash, knowing how she was, didn’t argue. Instead, he sat down beside her, his presence large yet comforting. He carefully placed the glass on the nightstand and then shifted to hold her gently, cradling her in his arms like a child. The way he did it made her feel smaller, protected, as though the world outside couldn’t touch her while he was here.

"Baacha, eat it," he whispered in a tone that was both firm and gentle, the same tone a parent would use with a child who was reluctant to take medicine. "It’s just a painkiller, nothing more…"

Naina hesitated, looking up at him, and then, with a soft sigh, she nodded. Her resistance crumbled under the warmth of his gaze. She swallowed the pill quickly, the moment feeling tender and intimate, like a small exchange of trust between them.

Devanash pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment, as though trying to transfer his strength to her. It was a simple gesture, yet it felt like he was offering her the entirety of his heart with that one kiss.

He then took her hand, his touch tender but purposeful, as he applied the cooling gel to the bruise on her wrist. His fingers brushed lightly against her skin, each stroke careful and filled with an unspoken promise to protect her. When he moved to tend to her leg, Naina instinctively pulled back, a flash of discomfort crossing her face.

ansh, no…" Her voice was soft but firm, the fear of the touch leaving her chest tight.

Devanash, however, didn’t say a word. He simply looked at her with an intensity that made her heartbeat quicken. His eyes were filled with a command, a silent understanding that she couldn’t fight.

The look in his eyes was enough. One heated, unyielding glare, and Naina felt herself freeze. She wasn’t afraid of him—not really—but there was something in his gaze that made her stop, something that made her feel seen and cherished at the same time. She couldn’t resist him. Not when he looked at her like that.

Devanash gently finished applying the gel, his touch deliberate yet gentle, each movement a reminder of the care he held for her. After he was done, he lay down beside her, shifting her slightly so that she was nestled into him. She fit perfectly against his body, as though it was always meant to be this way.

He pulled her closer, enveloping her in the warmth of his embrace, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her.

Naina shifted against him, trying to get comfortable, but a sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. "Neend nahi aa rahi…"

"I can’t sleep…"

Devanash’s voice was a low murmur against her ear. "Kyun nahi aa rahi, Baacha?"

"Why can’t you sleep, baby?"

Her voice barely a whisper now, Naina confessed with a small tremble in her tone. "Woh… daar lag raha hai…"

"I… I feel scared…"

Devanash’s arms tightened around her protectively, his strength a shield, a silent promise that nothing could harm her while he was here. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. "Main hoon na, Baacha…"

"I’m here, baby…?"

The simple phrase, the depth of his care, was enough to calm her racing heart. She let out a small sigh, leaning into him even more, the fear melting away under the weight of his love.

Devanash, without saying another word, pulled her fully on top of him, his large hands cradling her body with a sense of safety and belonging. He adjusted the duvet, covering them both as if the fabric could shield them from anything and everything. They were in their own world now.

Naina looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. "K-kya kar rahe hai?! Ruyi nahi hoon main… aapko body pain ho jayega!"

"W-what are you doing?! I’m not cotton… You’ll get body pain!"

Devanash’s lips curled into a lazy, playful smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Sleep, Biwi. Otherwise, I will kiss you all night. Trust me… this time, it will be much more than just kisses."

"Sleep, wifey. Otherwise, I will kiss you all night. Trust me… this time, it will be much more than just kisses."

Naina’s cheeks flushed crimson at his words. "Shameless… creature!" She muttered, but the heat in her voice betrayed her teasing tone.

Devanash chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. "Haan toh… apni biwi hai."

"And so what? You’re my wife."

His tone was playful, but the underlying emotion was unmistakable—he loved her, with a fierceness and devotion that she could feel in every glance, every touch. And in this moment, as she nestled against him, she realized that this was where she belonged. Safe, loved, and cherished.

With a soft sigh, Naina’s eyelids fluttered shut. The weight of her exhaustion took over, the warmth of his arms drawing her into the comforting lull of sleep. Devanash held her, steady and unyielding, as he whispered once more, his voice a soothing balm to her fears:

"Sleep, Baacha… Sleep."

And just like that, the world outside faded away as they drifted off together, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

He didn't move a bit  the whole night,he was scared of his wife sleep in get distrub....

The next morning, Devanash woke up early, only to find Naina curled up against him, her face resting gently on his chest. Her slow, steady breaths tickled his skin, and he couldn’t help but smile. The early morning light filtering through the curtains painted soft golden hues on her face, making her look even more angelic.

He didn’t move, not wanting to wake her. Instead, he let himself enjoy the warmth of her presence, the peaceful rhythm of her breathing. It was rare to see her this vulnerable, this at ease. He traced slow, featherlight circles on her back, feeling the rise and fall of her chest.

A few moments later, as if sensing his gaze, Naina stirred. Blinking sleepily, she looked up at him, only to realize she had been sleeping on him all night. Her eyes widened, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. She immediately tried to pull away, flustered.

Naina: "Oh no… I—I didn’t mean to—"

Devanash chuckled, tightening his arms around her before she could escape.

Devanash: "Relax, Mi Todo. I liked it."

His teasing tone only made her blush more. She covered her face with her hands, groaning softly.

Naina: "Still… it’s embarrassing!"

Devanash simply shook his head, still smiling. With ease, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Naina: "ansh! Put me down!"

Devanash: "Shhh... Let me take care of you."

He gently placed her down, handed her a toothbrush, and went to the wardrobe to select clothes for her.

Devanash: "Mi Todo, tum naha lo. Main bahar wait karta hu."

("My everything, take a bath. I’ll wait outside.")

Naina nodded, still flustered, and closed the door behind her.

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After finishing her morning routine, she stepped out, only to be immediately swept into Devanash’s arms again.

Naina: "Kya kar rahe...?"

("What are you doing...?")

Devanash: "Apni biwi ko god me utha raha hu."

("I’m carrying my wife in my arms.")

Naina: "Sab niche honge…!"

("Everyone must be downstairs…!")

Devanash: "Haan toh? Meri biwi hai."

("So what? You’re my wife.")

She gasped, wriggling in his arms, but his grip remained firm.

Naina: "Plzz niche utaro na..."

("Please put me down...")

Devanash: "Aap thik nahi hai."

("You're not feeling well.")

Naina: "Ufff..."

She gave up, knowing he wouldn’t listen. Holding her close, Devanash carried her down the grand staircase, unfazed by the curious eyes of family members. His heart swelled with possessiveness and care. No matter what, he would always protect her, cherish her—because she was his, and he was hers.

Devanash carried Naina downstairs, ignoring her soft protests. She buried her face in his chest, feeling shy and embarrassed, especially knowing the entire family was probably awake by now.

Just as they reached the living room, Dadiji stepped out of the pooja room, holding a mouli—a sacred thread, shimmering in the early morning light. She smiled warmly at them.

Dadiji: "Devanash beta, Naina ko sofa pe bitha do."

("Devanash, son, place Naina on the sofa.")

Naina, still in his arms, turned to him with pleading eyes.

Naina: "Cupcake, plzz inko bolo main chal sakti hu!"

("Cupcake, please tell her I can walk!")

Devanash smirked, but before he could say anything, Dadiji interjected with a mischievous chuckle.

Dadiji: "Arey koi zarurat nahi hai chalne ki! Roz gym mein itni bhari-bhari cheezein uthata hai, ek din apni biwi ko uthaa bhi sakta hai!"

("There’s no need for her to walk! He lifts such heavy things in the gym every day, he can surely lift his wife for a day!")

Everyone laughed, while Naina sighed in defeat, her face heating up. Finally, Devanash carefully placed her down on the sofa, his hands lingering for a moment to make sure she was comfortable. They both leaned forward and touched Dadiji’s feet, receiving her blessings as she tied the sacred mouli on their wrists.

Just then, the front door opened, and Kunal, Vedant, and Aaradhya strode in, fresh from their gym session, their energy radiating through the room.

Kunal: "Good morning, darling!"

Vedant: "Good morning, Darling"

Aaradhya: "Morning, our favorite person!"

Dadiji chuckled at their enthusiasm and lovingly tied the divine thread on their wrists as well.

After receiving her blessings, the trio turned toward Naina, grinning mischievously.

Kunal, Vedant & Aardahaya (in unison): "Ab kaise ho, Bhabhiji?"

("So, how are you feeling now, Bhabhiji?")

Naina rolled her eyes playfully before flashing a bright smile.

Naina: "Mujhe kya hoga jab tak mere saath tum sab ho! Mera'chilguzaa’ jo mere saath hai!"

("What could possibly happen to me when I have all of you by my side! My " 'chilguza’ is always with me!")

The trio laughed, high-fiving each other at the new nickname.

Kunal: "chilguzaa? I like it!"

Vedant: "Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?"

Aaradhya: "Absolutely! We’re officially the chilzugaa now!"

(Reader's don't ask me the meaning of chilguzaa, it's just I call my friends group chilguzaa so I put it here)😊

Naina giggled, feeling a warmth spread through her heart. Surrounded by her family, her protectors, and most importantly, her Cupcake, she knew she was exactly where she belonged. The love in the room was palpable, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

Just then, the front door opened, and two familiar figures stepped in—Partap and Suryaveer, their expressions a mix of concern and relief. At the same time, Sarita and Meghana emerged from the kitchen, carrying trays filled with care and nourishment.

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Suryaveer rushed to her side, his eyes scanning her face with fatherly affection.

"Kaisi hai meri gudiya?"

(How is my little doll?) His voice was gentle, yet laced with worry.

Partap, standing beside him, placed a firm yet loving hand on her shoulder.

"Kahi dard toh nahi ho raha na?"

(You’re not in pain anywhere, right?) His eyes held the silent plea of a father who wished he could take away even the smallest discomfort.

Naina let out a small laugh, shaking her head at their endless concern.

"Main theek hoon, Papa… Chhote Papa,

aap log bohot chinta karte hain!"

(I’m fine, Dad… Uncle, you both worry too much!) She reached out, squeezing their hands reassuringly, but the slight exhaustion in her voice didn’t go unnoticed.

(Yaar guys it's disappointing you guys don't follow,vote and comment And here I am doubting myself may I  fail to impress you all with my writing skills 🥹😐)

Just then, Sarita stepped forward, a bowl of freshly cut fruits in her hand, her motherly instincts taking over.

"Le lo, fruit kha lo… taqat aa jayegi. Kitni dubli lag rahi hai!"

(Here, eat some fruit… it’ll give you strength. You’ve become so thin!) She tsked, brushing a hand over Naina’s cheek with concern, as if ensuring she was really there, safe and sound.

Right behind her, Meghana followed, holding a glass of warm milk.

"Aur yeh doodh pi lo…"

(And drink this milk too…) Her voice was soft but firm, a tone only mothers could master.

Naina scrunched up her nose, making a face at the glass in Meghana’s hand.

"In the name of milk… Maa, doodh baad mein pee lungi. I don’t like it much… And I am not a child!"

(Speaking of milk… Mom, I’ll drink it later. I don’t like it much… And I’m not a child!) She crossed her arms, hoping to escape the inevitable.

But Meghana simply shook her head with an amused smile.

"Abhi piyo! Aur maa ke bachhe kitne bhi bade ho jaayein, bachhe hi rehte hain!"

(Drink it now! No matter how grown-up children get, they will always be children for their mothers!)

Naina groaned dramatically, knowing there was no escape. With great difficulty, she gulped down the milk, her face scrunching in protest as everyone chuckled at her misery. Meghana patted her cheek approvingly before handing her the medicines, her eyes softening with care. Then, she turned to Devanash, who had been watching the scene unfold with a knowing smile.

"Dev, take her to the room. Shaam ko reception hai, rest karne nahi milega…"

(Dev, take her to the room. There’s a reception in the evening, she won’t get time to rest then…)

Naina rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless.

"Maa, I am fine…"

(Mom, I am fine…) she insisted, though her slightly tired voice betrayed her.

Before Meghana could argue, Suryaveer placed a firm yet gentle hand on her head. His voice was thoughtful, almost hesitant.

"No you aren’t. Main soch raha tha reception ki date aage kar dete hain…"

(No, you aren’t. I was thinking we should postpone the reception…)

Naina’s eyes widened. She straightened up immediately, shaking her head in protest.

"No, Papa! Main room mein ja rahi hoon rest karne…"

(No, Dad! I’m going to my room to rest…) Her voice was determined—she knew her family would do anything to ensure she was comfortable, but she didn’t want to be the reason for any delays.

Her response earned soft laughter from everyone. Though they still worried, they let her have her way.

"Take care," they all said warmly, their eyes filled with love as she turned towards her room.

As she walked away, she could still hear their murmurs of concern, their affectionate scolding, and their endless love wrappin