When I was crying alone in the bathroom, Krishna couldn''t even bear that. He banged on the door with such insistence that I had no choice but to let him in. The moment the door opened, he pushed me aside from the washbasin and started washing his hands as if nothing had happened. For the next two days, he didn''t leave me alone for even a moment, Not once. But the night... oh, the night was something else entirely. I was lying on the bed with my back turned to him, trying to distance myself, trying to hide the storm inside me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt his hands-both of them-firmly wrap around my waist. He pulled me toward him with a strength and urgency that left me breathless, pressing me against his chest.
His grip tightened, almost to the point where I felt like I couldn''t breathe, my heart pounding louder with each passing second. His breath was warm against my neck, and the sound of it sent shivers cascading through my body. Waves of emotion, of something indescribable, surged through me, rendering me completely helpless in his hold.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing softly against my ear, and in a low, husky whisper, he said, "For now,.... you''re still my baby, my Baka."
And just as he said those words, he pulled me even closer, as if he could somehow merge my existence with his own. The warmth of his embrace enveloped me, his presence so overwhelming that it was impossible to think of anything else.
Tears welled up in my eyes again. The thought of being apart from him, of losing this warmth, this closeness, was unbearable. Yet I said nothing. I stayed silent, savoring every second of this moment, knowing full well that tomorrow, everything could change. For now, I let myself feel it all-the pain, the love, the inevitability. Because who knew if this moment would ever come again? (Kal ho n ho....)
Those two days with Krishna felt as though they were the final days of my life. Every moment seemed fleeting, slipping through my fingers like sand. I was watching him so intently in those two days-more than I had in the entire year we''d spent together. How I wished I could stop him, confess everything bottled up inside me. But I couldn''t bear the thought of being a burden to him anymore.
And then, the dreaded day arrived. The day I had to meet the boy my family had chosen for me. My heart felt like it was shattering into pieces as I forced myself to get ready. But Krishna-he was taking his time, adorning himself as though he was the one going on a date. Watching him stand in front of the mirror, meticulously fixing his hair, made my blood boil. Locking the door behind us, I snapped at him angrily, "The boy is coming to meet me, not you!"
He smirked, draping his arm casually around my shoulder as we walked. "Oh...., but the boy needs to know what great taste you have in men... It''s important for him to understand the level he''s competing with.... You wouldn''t get it-it''s a guy type of thing."
I pushed his arm off my neck with a huff. "Why don''t you marry him, then, if you''re so excited about this whole thing?!" I stomped ahead, refusing to look back at him.
Krishna, undeterred, followed me like a shadow, trying to calm me down, but I ignored him completely. By the time we reached the café, I was fuming. Sitting at a table, I turned to him and hissed, "You know what? ....The moment he sees you here with me, he''ll call off the wedding himself. Thats Good actually!....It will probably Saves me from the trouble!"
Krishna chuckled, his mischievous eyes twinkling. "Oh, don''t be like that..... Why would he say no? ....But fine, I''ll sit at another table....Happy now?" He moved to a table across from me, and to my annoyance, kept grinning at me from there.
Meanwhile, I was trying to call the boy. His phone was switched off. My frustration doubled as Krishna sat across the room, his amused smile only fueling my irritation. After an hour of waiting and no sign of the boy, I couldn''t hold it in any longer. I marched up to Krishna, with a annoyed face.
"This is all your fault....!" I blurted out.
He blinked at me with mock innocence. "What did I do?" he asked, tilting his head like a confused child.
"You! Just shut up! ....Not one word out of you now!" I snapped, my anger and frustration reaching their peak.
Krishna, wide-eyed like a scolded child, pressed a finger to his lips and stared at me silently. His exaggerated compliance only made me angrier.
I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mummy! Where is this boy? I''ve been waiting for over an hour! His phone is switched off!"
"That''s strange," my mother said, sounding surprised. "Just a while ago, he texted us that he liked you..... Wait-are you really alone there?"
Her words hit me like a thunderclap. I froze, my phone slipping slightly in my hand as I turned to look at Krishna, who was now sipping on a coffee, his smile was unshaken....I started looking here and there to search for that boy.
"I... I am alone, Mummy.... Just Keshav is here at the café too... I happened to run into him accidentally......,and this......" I blurted out, trying to cover up my mistake, but before I could say more, my mother interrupted me.
"You fool... He is the boy! .....What on earth are you two doing there....Playing hide and seek?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp and impatient.
"WHAT?!!!!!!" I screamed so loudly that heads turned in the café. My heart stopped, my breath caught in my chest.
"He specifically asked us not to reveal his name. He wanted to meet you directly....... Alright, now you two talk. I''ll hang up," she said quickly before ending the call.
I stood there, frozen, my mind refusing to process what had just happened. Slowly, I turned to look at Krishna, my eyes wide with disbelief. I couldn''t blink, couldn''t move, couldn''t breathe. The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor.
Krishna, who was pretending to be clueless, picked it up with his usual innocence and asked, "What happened? You look like you''ve seen a ghost."
"You... you''re... YOU are him!" I stammered, my voice shaking, my eyes still locked on him as though he were some kind of mirage.
"Who?!" he asked, feigning ignorance, the corner of his mouth twitching with suppressed amusement.
"You''re HIM! My... my...That boy!" I screamed again so loudly, this time unable to contain the mix of shock, joy, and disbelief. I jumped up from my chair, unable to sit still.
Krishna quickly placed his hand over my mouth, looking around apologetically at the other café patrons. "Shh! Keep your voice down! Who are you talking about?"
Removing his hand, I grabbed his wrist and said, "You! My future husband!" My voice softened, my gaze steady as I looked into his eyes.
"Oh? Say that again... I don''t think I heard you properly," he teased, blinking dramatically as a mischievous smile spread across his face.
"This... this has to be a dream!" I muttered, pinching my arm hard to wake myself up.
"Congratulations, my future wife," he said with a laugh, pulling my cheeks affectionately. "This dream is going to be your reality very soon."
"You... you''ve been acting this whole time, haven''t you?" I said, my lips forming a pout as I stared at him accusingly.
"I told you the truth earlier also.....!" he replied, his voice light and playful. "I was your boyfriend, and now I''m about to become your ex-boyfriend... because soon, I''ll be your husband! It''s always you who kept refusing to talk about marriage!" He batted his eyes at me, his expression overly dramatic.
"You could''ve just told me earlier!" I said, my voice breaking slightly as tears welled up in my eyes.
"Why the tears now?" he asked gently, wiping them away with his thumb. "A boyfriend''s job is to give his girlfriend the best future, right? ...And who''s better for that than me for you? But if you cry like this, people will think I''m the bad guy!" His smile softened, his voice filled with warmth.
I nodded, wiping my own tears and gathering my courage. "Alright, let''s go home," I said, grabbing my purse and holding his hand tightly as I led him out of the café.
"At least eat something first!" he said, half-laughing, but I shook my head.
"My stomach''s full now," I replied, a small smile breaking through my emotions.
As we walked together, hand in hand, my heart raced with every step. The world around me blurred, and all I could feel was him by my side. I didn''t know what was happening to me-whether it was the overwhelming joy, relief, or the anticipation of what was to come. But one thing was certain. My heart, my future, and my dreams had all found their home in him.
The entire way, I had been holding his hand tightly, unable to suppress my emotions any longer. My heart felt like it was bursting, and I knew I couldn''t keep it all bottled up anymore.
The moment we stepped into the room, I shut the door behind us with a sharp thud. Letting go of his hand, I leaned my back against the door and blurted out, "Why are you doing this?.... Just tell me the truth! ....Are you really staying with me against your will?" Tears began to stream down my face as I poured out my fears.
He stood silently in front of me, gently wiping my tears without uttering a word. His fingers brushed against my cheeks, soft and soothing, but his silence only made my frustration grow.
"Say something! Why don''t you speak?!" I said, my voice breaking into sobs.
"Will you let me speak first?" he finally said, cupping my face in his hands, his thumbs lightly pressing into my cheeks as if to calm me.
"I-I wasn''t stopping you... I am just...," I stammered, my voice still trembling.
"Listen to me now...," he said softly, his fingers tenderly wiping away the tears that lingered on my skin. "What do you think? Do you really believe anything happens without my will?.... Yes, it''s true that gods are compelled to come when their devotees call upon them, but it''s also true that it''s the gods who orchestrate those calls.... I am the one who loves, and I am the lover too." His voice was low and steady, his words weaving warmth into my heart as his fingers continued to stroke my face.
"Are you telling the truth?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes searching his for reassurance.
"Of course,!!" he said with a playful smile. "I became your boyfriend because I wanted to. ....And now, I''m becoming your husband because I''ve decided that too.....And let me make this clear-it''s not a request, it''s an order. Whether you accept it or not, that doesn''t change anything." His hands still cradled my face, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my cheeks.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.
"So... does that mean you''re staying longer than your ''contract''? You''re not going to leave me now?" I asked, my voice tinged with hope, my eyes desperate for an answer that wouldn''t shatter me.
He smiled, his gaze soft yet firm. "Everyone who comes to Earth has to leave one day.... My contract, however, has been extended until our wedding. ''Thakurs''-or should I say, the other devotees Thakurs-were impressed with your work, so they asked me to give you the gift of marriage. But after that, I''ll have to leave again.......," he said, pressing my cheeks lightly as though trying to lessen the weight of his words.
"Fine, fine, forget all that for now," I said quickly, brushing away the heaviness in the room. I wasn''t ready to dwell on that yet. "Tell me something else-what company are you really the CEO of, huh? Because I clearly missed that topic...That my parents told about ...The boy they choose for me is CEO...Did you lie to them?!" I teased, trying to shift the mood.
The heaviness in my chest had started to lift. Knowing that, for however long, he was officially going to be mine was enough for now. It was more than I could have dreamed of. His presence alone, no matter the duration, felt like the most precious gift I could ever receive.
He was gazing into my eyes, his voice low and steady as he said, "You''ve forgotten again, haven''t you? You''re in K.N.K''s dimension, and here, not just one company-everything is mine..... But do you know the most valuable thing I have?"
"What?" I asked softly, curiosity and nervousness evident in my voice.
"You......!," he replied, his words sending my heart racing. As he said it, he leaned in closer, his hand still caressing my cheek. His face was drawing nearer to mine, and I felt my breath hitch. His simple "you" had already stopped my world, and now my eyes betrayed me, focusing on his lips. They pulled me into a dreamlike haze, a world of my own making.
Wait... was he going to kiss me? The thought flashed through my mind, making my heart pound even faster. Was this what they called the perfect moment in movies? But why did time feel so unbearably slow? Panic began to creep in. Did I brush my teeth properly this morning? Oh no,........this is my first time-what if I mess it up?...Shit I don''t know how to kiss Yet...If I would know about this moment then probably I must have seen some good tutorial online.... My thoughts were running wild that time..... God, why am I overthinking so much? If I keep staring at his lips like this, nothing will happen out of nervousness..... Okay, okay, calm down. Just close your eyes! I said to myself in my mind.
So I did-I squeezed my eyes shut, pursed my lips, and waited... I Swallowed my own saliva out of nervousness.....Seconds felt like hours as I stood there, waiting for something... anything...... But when nothing happened, I hesitantly opened one eye, and then the other.
To my utter embarrassment, I saw him casually sitting on the sofa, taking off his shoes. My cheeks turned crimson as I realized he had moved away without me even noticing. When had he let go his hands from my cheek? I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn''t realized a thing.
He looked at me from where he sat and asked, "What are you still doing by the door?"
Mortified, I pressed my lips tightly together to keep from screaming at myself and quickly stammered, "N-nothing! Just checking if the door is locked properly!" I gave the lamest excuse I could think of and did some overacting of checking the door and quickly bolted to my room, not waiting for his response.
Once inside, I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face under a pillow to muffle my laughter. My cheeks were burning, and I couldn''t stop smiling at my own ridiculousness. I tried to stifle the grin, but it only grew wider. What was I even about to do out there?!
Since that day, I had been feeling like I was living in heaven. Every little mistake I made started bringing me even more joy because when he scolded me, he would say, "You''re about to become my wife, and yet your attention is everywhere except on me...." Hearing that made it even sweeter to hug him-after all, he was now officially my fiancé.... My future husband.
Once, my family came over to meet me for finalize the wedding date. They wanted to discuss all the wedding details with me. That day was pure chaos, but the fun I had in hiding him-I can''t even begin to describe it. At one point, I had hidden him under the study table, but he couldn''t resist teasing me. He kept tickling my foot, making me burst out in laughter. In retaliation, I accidentally kicked him.
"Oh my God! .....I''m so sorry!" I yelled suddenly, causing my parents to look at me, confused and worried. They asked what had happened, and I had to come up with some excuse, quickly distracting them with other conversations. Somehow, I managed to drag them out of the house and take them to the temple, just so he could sneak out without getting caught.
But of course, he couldn''t resist making things more dramatic. Just a few hours later, he waltzed into the house, pretending to be the perfect, innocent future son-in-law(damad ji). "I thought I should introduce myself properly," he said, flashing his most charming smile. And oh, did he enjoy the royal treatment my parents gave him, soaking in every bit of attention like a king.
Finally, a priest was called, and our wedding date was set for December 25th. When I asked about his family, he casually waved it off, saying they lived in a village and then everything had been arranged over the phone.
"Who exactly is in your family?" I asked him one evening, curiosity tugging at me.
He smirked, winked at me, and said, "You''ll meet everyone at the right time."
His mysterious answer only made me more impatient, but his playful charm made it impossible to stay mad for long.
Ever since I had learned that December 25th was the wedding date, I had started opening up to him even more. The pain of the days passing quickly was far outweighed by the excitement of the wedding. I had been obsessively watching videos of brides and grooms, and it was like I was possessed by this "wedding fever." One day, under the influence of this excitement, I ended up doing something completely ridiculous and embarassing with him.
That day when We had been casually chatting about random things when, all of a sudden, an idea struck me. Without thinking, I gently pushed him toward the wall. Placing my hands on either side of him, pinning him against the wall, I locked eyes with him and, in a teasing tone, said, "You''re getting married, sure... but do you know what are things that is done after it.....?"
He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face. "Hmm... I only know the theory so .... But if you''d like, we could try a practical .... right now," he replied, leaning closer to me.
My playful arrow had backfired, hitting me instead! As he stepped closer, I instinctively started stepping back. His intense gaze never left mine, and with each step forward, he made my heartbeat race faster. Before I even realized it, I had backed into the bed. Sitting down, I began scooting backward, but he was following me on his knees, inching closer. My breath hitched, my heart felt like it would explode, and I had absolutely no idea what to do next.
Finally, I panicked and shut my eyes tightly, and blurted "no!!!"... loudly, but instead of what I expected, he calmly laid down on my lap, looking utterly relaxed, and said, "Don''t you know how to give a good head massage?"
I opened my eyes, utterly confused. "You wanted a head massage?" I asked, my voice trembling and my face frozen in an awkward smile.
"Well, I heard that a good wife gives her husband great head massages. I just thought I''d see how good yours is! .....but Wait a minute... what were you thinking about ?" he asked, tilting his head in playful innocence, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"N-Nothing! Nothing at all!" I stammered, trying to recover. "I think my phone is ringing. I... I need to take this call!"
I practically leaped off the bed and rushed out of the room, my face burning with embarrassment. Once I was alone, I buried my face in my hands, utterly mortified at my own thoughts. What had I been thinking?! My parents were probably right all along-watching too many movies and dramas was starting to mess with my head. This had to be one of the big side effects!
As December 25th drew closer, it felt as if Santa Claus was about to give me the greatest gift of my life. I could barely contain my excitement. At Krishna''s suggestion, we had decided on a "destination wedding" at the Triyuginarayan Temple, the sacred site where Lord Shiva and Parvati were said to have been married.
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Every year, many couples chose this holy place for their weddings. Our families had quickly agreed, enchanted by the idea of such a divine venue. And for me? I couldn''t have asked for anything more perfect-a wedding blessed directly by Shiva and Shakti themselves. Whatever my future would hold, I was ready to face it because this divine blessing felt like a promise that all would be well. And if it wasn''t? Well, I''d have a direct line to complain to ShivShakti !
Three weeks before the wedding, I returned to my family home. Half the preparations were already done, leaving me to handle the final touches. Everyone kept teasing me, calling me "Mrs. Keshav," and I couldn''t help but blush. Honestly, wasn''t it the best feeling in the world to hear your name paired with theirs? It all felt like a dream-every moment magical and surreal.
A few days later, my friend, Chiku, arrived. At first, she pouted and scolded me for not telling her about this "colleague-turned-fiancé" earlier. I quickly placated her with the excuse that it was an arranged marriage. That seemed to satisfy her, and she didn''t press further.
As the haldi ceremony approached, I received a message from Krishna. He specifically asked me to ensure that Chiku accompanied my family to his side of the ceremony for haldi exchange, wearing a yellow saree with that gifted waistband(kamarband). His request seemed oddly specific, and when I asked him why, he dodged the question at first. Sensing my skepticism, I told him, "Chiku won''t even agree to wear a saree unless you give me a good reason." That''s when he finally confessed the truth that Chiku was about to meet her lover -Krishna''s elder brother, meaning her Dwarikadhish''s Thakur.
I was elated for Chiku! The idea that her love story was about to unfold at my wedding made everything even more special. But Krishna, ever the mischief-maker, strictly forbade me from saying anything to her. "It''s their own story. Let it play out naturally," he said with a teasing tone. As much as I wanted to jump in and share her joy, I respected his wish and decided to stay out of it.
The excitement of the wedding was now doubled. With my love story reaching its pinnacle and Chiku''s about to begin, it truly felt like the gods themselves were orchestrating something extraordinary.
It had been a challenge convincing Chiku to wear the saree and waistband that Krishna had requested. She threw every tantrum imaginable, but after a lot of persuasion, she finally agreed reluctantly.
When she returned from Krishna''s house, I couldn''t wait to ask her what had happened. But instead of answering, she avoided my questions and started complaining about Krishna. Apparently, he had been teasing her relentlessly, calling her "Bhabhi" over and over again! She was clearly annoyed, but I couldn''t stop laughing at the thought.
Curious, I brought up the matter with Krishna later. He, in his usual carefree tone, said, "Well, if a devar doesn''t call his own bhabhi ''Bhabhi,'' what else is he supposed to call her?" His playful words stayed with me, but what lingered even more deeply was a realization I had in that moment. All of us-Chiku, Krishna, his brother, and I-were walking our own unique paths, yet our journeys were intertwined. We were all playing roles in each other''s lives, supporting and guiding one another, even if unknowingly. It felt like destiny itself was crafting something bigger than we could comprehend....We all devotees play as a role of medium in each other journey to krishna''s Dimension.
The next big step in this journey was our bus ride to Triyuginarayan Temple, the destination where Krishna and I would marry. During the ride, I saw Chiku''s Thakur-Krishna''s elder brother-Mr.Madhav Krishnan for the first time. He was a stark contrast to Krishna. While Krishna exuded playfulness and charm, his brother was more mature and serious. Yet, there was a kindness in his demeanor, and his sweet smile carried a quiet warmth with a divine calmness.
I couldn''t help but notice the moment he deliberately chose the seat next to Chiku. Her expression was priceless-equal parts shock and confusion. I kept glancing at them, wondering what sort of silent conversation might be unfolding between them. When I whispered my observations to Krishna, he smirked and replied, "You should focus on your own wedding instead of poking your nose into theirs."
Of course, Krishna couldn''t understand-gathering intel about a close friend''s love life is practically a sacred duty! But I held my tongue, letting the mysteries between Chiku and her Thakur unfold naturally.
Meanwhile, Krishna, ever the opportunist, was thoroughly enjoying the situation. Since I couldn''t meet Thakur before the wedding out of tradition, Chiku''s Thakur used this as an excuse to visit Chiku again and again. Each time, he pretended it was for some crucial detail about his brother wedding preparations, but I knew better-he and my krishna was just finding reasons to tease her as much as he could.
And me? I was aching to see Krishna every moment. I was counting down the days until the wedding, longing to be together in every sense. The waiting was agonizing, but at the same time, the anticipation made every moment sweeter. All I had left to do was endure until the day of the wedding-a day that now felt like it couldn''t come soon enough.
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See you guys....At the wedding....????
Author''s Note
For those who are thinking how two krishna is at one time.... actually .....they both are hari.... but are manifested into two different form.... according to their devotee manifestion....if you visited vrindavan you can see there are different thakurs.... but all have different forms.... so it is similar to it.....
Sayoonaraaaaaaaaaaaaa??