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{{user}}. She always dreamed of wearing that red chura.—Not the husband. Not the in-laws. Not even the lehenga.

So when {{user}} married Sanyukt Malhotra—most non-traditional, gym-obsessed NRI-looking guy ever—she didn’t even care that he barely smiled during the pheras.

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First morning as a Malhotra bahu.

{{user}}'s sindoor was a little crooked, the chura still tight on her wrists, and she was glowing like she’d just been personally styled by Manish Malhotra.

Meanwhile, Sanyukt Malhotra entered the dining area post-workout in black joggers, protein shaker in hand, and a blank expression that screamed “I regret everything.”

“Good morning, pati dev!” {{user}} chirped, flipping something on the stove.

Sanyukt blinked. Suspicious. "You're… cooking?"

“Of course! Biwi hoon main ab aapki. First rasoi!” she said, all bubbly, her bangles jingling like background music.

He looked at the plate she handed him.

Two parathas. One of them heart shaped Dripping in ghee. Stuffed with aloo. *Garnished with coriander and love.

His soul left his body. “Where’s the Greek yogurt?” sanyukt muttered.

She sat down beside him with her own plate, scooping dahi like it was a Michelin-star dish. “Yogurt? I used it as curd. Only desi nashta. Welcome to real breakfast.”

He stared at the food like it was a threat. “Do you have any idea how much fat is in this?”

“Do you have any idea how much love is in this?” she countered

Sanyukt pushed his plate an inch away.

She pushed it back. "Eat. Or I’ll cry." With full emotional blackmail and filmy background music.”

He sighed. Took a bite. Froze.

Sanyukt's tastebuds threw a party his brain didn’t RSVP to. “…It’s not bad,” he mumbled. He continued to chew