Parvateshwar's pov :-
(Scene:- when he returns from his morning exercise and finds Ayurvati getting ready for her pehali rasoi)

Returning from my morning exercise, I was startled by the sound of anklet bells in my room.

Instinctively, I reached for my knife, forgetting for a moment that I shared the room with my wife. Silently, I moved inside, hid myself behind the curtains.

I saw a woman drying her hair with a towel, dressed only in a blouse and skirt.

Her back was to me, but a mole on her lower back below her waist band caught my eye, stirring something within me."How will it feel when I kiss it...the purple reddish mark on her silky smooth waist where her waist band lies..".

Ohh God control Parvateshwar...how can I have such dirty thoughts for her that too in morning ....i cursed myself.

"But she is your wife" my subconscious mind retorted..

As she turned, revealing her face from behind her wet hair, I was captivated as my newly wedded wife was looking no less than a Goddess.

Before I lose control on myself, I've decided to take a cold water bath .

Damn that mole...ek din Jaan leke hi manega ... I hugged and moved from there.

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"Dadi I going to the court " i informed dadi sa as I was getting late for the court.

"Arrey ruk pathu tu bhul Gaya ke aaj bahurani ki pheli rasoi h woh toh khake ja" she said stopping me.

"Dadi Rasoi hi toh h aap karwa Lena aur khana bhi khaa lena ..mujhe Jane do mujhe dheer ho rahi" I said..

"Na matlab na agar ek din dheer se darbaar jayega toh konsa khazana lut jayega ...kuch nahi hoga meine kaha h phele bahurani ki pheli rasoi aur uske baad hi darbaar" she said by literally dragging me in the dinning area.

As soon as we reached the dinning hall,  an unusual and unexpected scenario unfolded in front of me. It was Varun who was already seated in his place .

Like really this brat woke up this early ,because usually in everyone's day there is morning, afternoon and night but in Varun's day it's just evening and night...morning and afternoon are not present in his schedule.

"Waah dadi aaj Suraj ko si disha se nikala h " I asked dadi.

"Wahi toh Pathu mujhe bhi Jana h ki aaj Suraj kounsi disha se nikala h " she said by controlling her laugh.

"Haa haa uda lijiye jitna mazak udana h ...hame koi farak nahi padta...kyuki Aaj hum apni bhabhi ma ke haatho ka bana khana khayenge" he said rubbing his palms excitedly like a kid.

"Bade dinno baad itna sawadish khana khane ko milega...." He said.

" Baat toh sahi kaha tune chore aaj Bahu ke haath ka khana chakne ko milega " my dadisa said with same excitement as Varun.

I mean why are they getting so excited for food,made by her hand.

"Essa kya vishesh banayengi yeh Jo yeh dono Inka uchal rahe h." I thought.

As I shifted my gaze from Varun, I heard the delicate sound of anklets.

Turning towards it, I saw my newly wedded wife approaching, carrying utensils emanating a mouth-watering aroma.

With grace, she placed them down and uncovered the lids. However, my expression dimmed when I realized her dish for the first ceremonial meal, "pheli rasoi," was puran poli.

"Why can't she make anything else ..." I thought as I didn't want to ruin my pericious memory of my Maa sa who used to make puran pholi for me. Back then I used to gobble up more then 20 puris,but after her no one could make puran pholi like her neither I had any interest left for eating sweets.

She came to serve me pollan pholi. As she stood up to move away, she tripped and landed on my lap.

It all happened within seconds, taking time for my mind to register what had occurred.

Her hands were encircled around my neck, and her eyes were tightly closed. During this moment, I was able to observe her closely. I could even feel her quickened breaths.

Damn, her eyes, nose, plump rosy lips, and the mole on her upper lip was just breath taking, it felt as if God had taken extra time to create her.

Her body was soft like cotton, and her touch felt like silk against me. Her soft body pressed against my hardened one, causing a knot to form in my lower abdomen. Even i lost control on my breaths.

"I was feeling a sensation of twitch down in my south"..."Damn why it's getting so hard to control around her...I wanted to avert my gaze from her face but why am I not able to do ...my eyes are literally refusing to do anything other than staring at her face..."

She timidly got up, I could feel my face burning red and same her face had red contour.

"She looks adorable why blushing"my subconscious mind commented.

"Bhaisahab there is something on your face" Varun said with a hint of mischievousness in his tone.

"What " I asked puzzled.

"There is something red red on your cheeks ...looks like someone is blushing blushing" he teased me.

I glared at him which was enough to make him stop his blabbering. I am seeing that "yeh Aaj kal kuch jayada hi uchal Raha h ..."

"This brat wait I will teach him a lesson...Apna samay bhi aayega"

I looked at my plate and took a bite of the pooran pholi with zero expectations.

But as soon as I put a piece in my mouth, instantly my taste buds took me back to childhood days.

Wait, how could this taste the same as my mother's? This is impossible—even Dadi Sa was never able to make it taste like my mother's, but how could she do it? It tasted exactly like how my mother used to cook for me.

I didn't know when tears gathered in my eyes, but i wiped it before anyone else could see.I could see Dadi Sa crying, reminiscing about the old days.

She also called her "ladoo," which earlier Dadima used to call my mother, and gifted her our ancestral kangan (bangles).

And most shockingly, Varun called her "Bhabhi Maa"I know Varun mingles and talks with everyone, but he is the most secretive and mysterious person, even more than me.

He never allowed anyone other than me, Rajkumar, and Dadima in his personal space, and he never ever bowed his head in front of anyone except Dadima.

But here he has been bowing his head in front of my newly wedded wife and calling her "Bhabhi Maa."

"Is she is a magician ...I guess yes because she made me feel so many different things in just one day.."

She looked at me with an anticipatory look but I ignored it left for my room.

Actually Dadi sa had told me to gift Ayurvedic something as a wedding gift . So for that I have selected something for her that's why I came to my room to get it.

(She is Ayurvati..oh god Parvateshwar yrr at least remember her name correctly 🤭🤦🤦)

"But for that you need to call her ..how will she knows you are here , waiting for her" my subconscious mind knocked me.

But before I could move out I heard the same melodious anklets sound meaning she is coming in the room.

"Parvateshwar's why are you getting nervous...she is your lawfully wedded wife ...she won't eat you don't get nervous .."

"Remember you are a warrior" i told to myself as I could feel nervousness was running down in my spine, even my hands were sweating.

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Author's note:-

I don't know how it is as I have never ever written a historic novel before ...do comment down your reviews on it ...