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Vikram quietly took Suhani by the hand and led her to their room.

The door clicked shut behind them as he made her sit gently on the edge of the bed.

Her shoulders trembled, her head hung low, and although she tried to hold it in, the silent tears streaming down her cheeks told him everything.

Suhani cried silently, and every drop of her sorrow pierced through Vikram’s heart.

“Gulabo... shaant ho jaa... ro mat, meri jaan…”
he whispered softly, pulling her into his arms. But the moment she felt his warmth and safety, her composure shattered.

(Gulabo... calm down... don't cry, my love...)

Her quiet sobs turned into loud, aching cries as she clung to his kurta.

“Maine kuch nahi kiya tha... ma-main toh bas unhe tohfa dena chahti thi... main...”she wept, her voice breaking with each word.
(I didn’t do anything... I-I just wanted to give her a gift... I...)

“Pata hai mujhe… sab pata hai,”Vikram said, holding her tighter, letting her cry it all out.
(I know... I know everything)

He pulled back slightly and cupped her tear-soaked face.

“Gulabo... uski baaton ka bura mat maan... woh bas waise hi hai...” he spoke gently.
(Gulabo... don’t take her words to heart... she’s just like that...)

“Par humne kuch galat toh nahi kiya, ji... sabko diya... pyaar se diya... aur unhone toh...” her voice trailed into a broken breath.
(But we didn’t do anything wrong, did we? We gave to everyone... gave with love... and she...)

Vikram took her hand in both of his and placed a soft kiss on her trembling fingers.

“Tu galat nahi hai... unki soch chhoti hai.
Na woh khud khush reh paati hai, na kisi aur ko khush dekh sakti hai.”He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
(You’re not wrong... it’s her mindset that’s small. She can’t be happy herself, nor can she see anyone else happy.)

Suhani’s eyes, still glassy, looked up at him.

“Toh kya... woh hamesha mujhse aise hi baat karti rahengi?” she asked in a small, innocent voice.
(So will she always keep speaking to me like that?)

Vikram gave her a soft smile and shook his head.

“Agar woh hamesha bhi aise baat karein toh kya? Main hoon na tere saath. Maa hain, Baba hain, Aditya bhi hai. Aur Dadaji toh jaan bhi de denge tere liye.”
(Even if she always talks like that, so what? I’m with you. There’s Maa, Baba, Aditya... and Dadaji would give his life for you.)

“Ek insaan agar pyaar nahi bhi karta... toh kya farak padta hai? Har koi toh hume pasand nahi karega, Gulabo. Aur woh toh kisi ko bhi pasand nahi karti — Dadaji ko bhi nahi...” he added with a light chuckle.
(If one person doesn’t love you, does it matter? Not everyone will like us, Gulabo. And she doesn’t like anyone — not even Dadaji...)

“Dadaji ko bhi? Par kyun? Koi apne pati ko pasand kyun nahi karega?”she asked, frowning.
(Not even Dadaji? But why? Why would someone not like their husband?)

Vikram smiled at her childlike curiosity.

“Ab har koi meri Gulabo jaisa toh nahi hota na. Tu karti hai na mujhe pasand?”
(Not everyone is like my Gulabo, right? You like me, don’t you?)

He tilted his head, eyebrows raised mischievously.
“Kitna karti hai tu mujhe pasand?”
(How much do you like me?) he teased.

Suhani looked down shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Bohut…”
(A lot...)

“Pasand karti hai... ya pyaar?”he leaned in closer, hovering near her lips.
(Do you like me... or love me?)

“Ji... aap yeh kya kar rahe ho...”she asked, shifting back nervously, only to fall onto the bed.
(What... what are you doing...)

“Pyaar kar raha hoon... meri Gulabo se.”he said, smiling as he kissed her cheek.
(I’m loving my Gulabo.)

“Acha? Neeche toh baat bhi dhang se nahi ki mujhse... 'Gulabo' bhi nahi kaha... kya kaha tha? Suhani, na?” she pouted.
(Oh really? Downstairs you didn’t even talk properly to me... you didn’t call me ‘Gulabo’... what did you say? Just ‘Suhani’, right?)

Vikram looked guilty and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Woh… woh… Gulabo tune suna? Mujhe koi bula raha tha…”
(That… that… Gulabo, did you hear that? Someone was calling me...)

“Koi nahi bula raha, Patidev…”she smirked, gripping his kurta collar.
(No one was calling, dear husband…)

“Arey Gulabo...”he began, surprised, as she suddenly pushed him back on the bed and leaned over him.
(Hey, Gulabo—)

“Hmmm… kaun Gulabo? Main toh Suhani hoon na…”she said, slowly wrapping her fingers around his neck.
(Hmm? Who’s Gulabo? I’m Suhani, right?)

“Daba du gala?”she teased.
(Should I strangle you?)

Vikram nodded with mock fear.
“Daba de… fir ghoomiyo poori zindagi safed saree mein!” he laughed.
(Go ahead… then you’ll spend the rest of your life in white widow’s clothes!)

Suhani giggled.

“Nahi... fir chhod deti hoon... lekin aaj ke baad agar mujhse dhang se baat nahi ki na, toh…”
(No... then I’ll spare you... but if you don’t talk to me nicely from now on, then…)

“Toh?” Vikram smirked.

“Toh… aapko apne kamre se bahar nikaal dungi!”she said, giving a playful bite to his cheek.
(Then... I’ll throw you out of your own room!)

“aahh...Acha! Mere hi kamre se mujhe nikaal degi? Chuhiya! Aaaa… tujhe batata hoon...”he said, flipping their position and starting to tickle her.
(Oh really! You’ll throw me out of my own room? You little mouse! Ahhh... I’ll show you!)

“Ahhh! Nahi! Hahaha... nahi na… accha nahi… nikaloongi… ji! Nahi naaa!”she laughed uncontrollably, breathless and joyous.
(Ahhh! No! Hahaha... please no... I won’t kick you out... promise!)

Finally, Vikram stopped and pulled her into a tight embrace, their smiles lingering.

“Gulabo... hasti raha kar... main hoon... sab ke liye main hoon. Thik hai?” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
(Gulabo... always keep smiling... I’m here... I’m enough for all of them. Okay?)

Suhani nodded, resting her head on his chest, the storm in her heart finally beginning to calm.

***

The next morning…

Suhani woke up before the sun had fully risen, careful not to disturb Vikram’s peaceful sleep.

Smiling softly at his sleeping face, she quietly got out of bed, got ready, and made her way downstairs.

“Arey... Suhani, tu uth gayi? Thodi der aur so jaati... abhi kal hi toh aayi hai.”
Anjali said warmly as Suhani bent down to touch her feet.
(Oh... Suhani, you're already up? You should’ve slept a little longer... you just came yesterday.)

Suhani smiled brightly.

“Nahi Maa, neend hi nahi aa rahi thi... aur shaadi ke baad aaj mera pehla din hai... poori tarah se. Bataiye, kya karun main Maa?”She asked eagerly, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
(No Maa, I just couldn’t sleep... and it’s my first day after the wedding... officially. Tell me, what should I do today?)

Anjali lovingly patted her head.

“Haan, ye bhi hai... toh aaj teri pehli rasoi hai bahu. Toh pehle pooja kar lete h... fir kuch meetha bana dena, thik hai?”

(Yes, that’s true... so today is your first cooking ritual, daughter-in-law. First we will do the morning prayer... then you prepare something sweet, alright?)

Suhani nodded with a gleam in her eyes, her heart full of warmth and excitement.

Suhani entered the puja room, draped in a red saree with a thin red border—symbolic of her new beginnings.

A small bindi adorned her forehead, and her bangles jingled softly as she folded her hands before the idols.

The scent of incense filled the room as she lit the diya.

“Bhagwan ji, sabka bhala karna... aur mujhe iss ghar ki achhi bahu banne ki shakti dena.”
(Dear God, bless everyone... and give me the strength to be a good daughter-in-law in this home.)

She rang the small brass bell gently, filling the room with a soothing sound.

Her eyes closed in sincere devotion, and for a moment, all her nervousness melted into calm.

After placing prasad before the idols, she stepped out and walked toward the kitchen—her bangles still echoing lightly.

Anjali stood at the kitchen threshold, watching her with a motherly smile.

“Bahut khoob... ab kuch meetha bana le bahu. Kya socha hai?”
Anjali asked with a smile, impressed by Suhani’s cheerful energy.
(Very good... now prepare something sweet, daughter-in-law. What have you thought?)

“Maa, kheer bana lu?”
Suhani asked, her tone full of warmth and a hint of nervous excitement.
(Maa, shall I make kheer?)

Anjali nodded approvingly.

“Jo meri bahu ko theek lage... Achha, mujhe thoda kaam hai, toh main bagiche mein hoon. Kuch zaroorat ho toh bula lena, thik hai?”
(Whatever my daughter-in-law feels is right... Okay, I’ve got some work, I’ll be in the garden. Call me if you need anything, alright?)

Suhani nodded with a soft smile and tied her dupatta properly before stepping into the kitchen.

As Anjali left, Suhani quickly got to work.

She began by boiling milk for the kheer, carefully watching it rise, adding cardamom, rice, and sugar, her hands moving with both care and confidence.

“Kheer ke saath khana bhi bana deti hoon...”
(I’ll make the rest of the meal along with the kheer too...)

she thought, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Time flew by. Within an hour, the kitchen was filled with mouthwatering aromas—spices sizzling, ghee crackling.

Suhani had prepared a full breakfast spread:

chole masala, crispy puris, flaky parathas, flavorful paneer bhurji, tangy aloo sabzi, and of course, the creamy, fragrant kheer.

She stood back and smiled at the finished dishes, her heart full of satisfaction.

Just then, Anjali returned from the garden and stepped into the kitchen.

Her eyes widened as she peeked into the serving pots.

“Ban gayi kheer?”
she asked, lifting the lid—only to be greeted by the sight of the entire breakfast.
(Is the kheer ready?)

She turned to Suhani, visibly surprised.

“Itna sab kuch bana bhi liya tune ek ghante mein? Waah bahu...”
She was praised with genuine pride in her eyes.
(You made all this in just an hour? Amazing, daughter-in-law...)

Suhani blushed, her eyes lowering in shy gratitude.

Anjali then said warmly,

“Ab ye kheer ka bhog mandir mein laga de, beta.”
(Now go offer this kheer as prasad in the temple, dear.)

Suhani nodded and carefully took a bowl of the freshly made kheer to the mandir, placing it before the idols with folded hands.

The diya flickered gently as her silent prayer rose in the still air of devotion.

Just then, Vikram came down the stairs with a sleepy, grumpy expression, ruffling his hair as he spotted Suhani stepping out of the home temple, her hands joined in prayer, the glow of the diya still reflecting in her eyes.

“Gulabo... upar aa.”
he muttered in a groggy, complaining tone.
(Gulabo... come upstairs.)

Suhani glanced at her mother-in-law nervously but smiled shyly.
Anjali noticed the silent exchange and chuckled.

“Arey jaa bahu...”
Anjali said with a teasing grin, and Suhani, blushing crimson, hurried upstairs, her anklets tinkling softly with every step.
(Go on, daughter-in-law...)

She entered their room to find Vikram sitting in the center of the bed, arms crossed, brows furrowed like an overgrown child.

“Jii... kahiye.”
she said gently, trying not to giggle.
(Yes... tell me.)

Vikram pouted.

“Tu kaha chale gayi thi subah-subah? Pata hai, mujhe neend bhi dhang se nahi aayi...”
(Where did you disappear early in the morning? You know, I couldn't even sleep properly...)

he grumbled and then, without waiting for her reply, pulled her toward him.

Suhani yelped softly as he tugged her onto the bed, hovering over her and letting his full weight fall gently on her, cuddling like a sulking child.

“Aap bhaari hain...”
she whispered breathlessly beneath him.
(You’re heavy...)

“Toh sehna padega... puri zindagi mere saath hi rehna hai.” he mumbled and slowly tugged at her pallu, nuzzling his face into her chest like a comfort-seeking baby.
(Then you’ll have to bear it... you have to stay with me for life.)

Suhani smiled lovingly, her fingers caressing his hair.

“Acha uth jaaiye... aaj meri pehli rasoi hai. Chaliye na... khana thanda ho jaayega.”
(Okay, get up now... it’s my first cooking day today. Come on... the food will get cold.)

she pleaded sweetly, planting gentle kisses on his cheek.

Vikram smiled against her skin, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth.

“Sau baar aur pappi kar... fir chaloonga.”
he murmured, tightening his grip and nuzzling in deeper.
(Give me a hundred more kisses... then I’ll go.)

“Jii... maan jaaiye na...”
she whined cutely, laughing through her words, but Vikram only hummed in response, refusing to budge.
(Please... say yes now...)

After much persuasion, kisses, and playful whining, Suhani finally managed to free herself from Vikram’s grip.

He lay back lazily on the bed, watching her fix her saree and rush out the door like a guilty schoolgirl escaping mischief.

Ten minutes later, he came down the stairs, now freshly showered and dressed in a crisp kurta-pajama, still slightly grumpy but visibly trying to hide his sleepy smile.

At the dining table, the entire family had gathered.

“Aaree Raja Babu... ab jaage ho?”
Dadaji teased, folding his newspaper with a smirk.
(Oh, Raja Babu... now you've finally woken up?)

Vikram ignored him, heading straight to the seat next to Suhani.

Anjali placed a bowl of kheer in front of the temple with folded hands, then turned back with a proud smile.

“Aaj hamari bahu ki pehli rasoi thi... sab log prasad lo pehle.”
(Today was our daughter-in-law’s first cooking ritual... everyone, take the prasad first.)

Everyone took a small spoonful of the kheer and murmured blessings.

“Bahu... waah! Kheer toh ekdum swarg jaise bani hai.”
Dadaji praised.
(Daughter-in-law, wow! This kheer tastes heavenly.)

Suhani blushed and looked down.

“Aakhir bahu kiski hai...”
Rajendra said proudly with a chuckle, adjusting his specs as he took another bite of the paratha.
(After all, whose daughter-in-law is she...)

Vikram, still chewing slowly, glanced sideways at Suhani. A teasing smirk crept onto his face.

He leaned in just a little, voice low, only for her to hear—

“Bas theek hi hai...”
(It’s just okay...)
he murmured, deliberately poking at her effort.

Suhani looked down immediately, her smile faltering just a bit.

She gently smoothed the corner of her saree, unsure how to respond.

But before the silence could linger, Vikram added softly, bending a bit closer,

“Par banaya tune hai, toh mere liye toh sabse best hi hai na...”
(But since you made it... it’s automatically the best for me, right?)

She looked up at him, half-scolding with her eyes, half-melting.

“Toh fir aise taana kyu maara?”
she whispered.
(Then why did you tease me like that?)

Vikram grinned playfully.
“Kya karu... jab tu sharma ke aankh jhukati hai na... tab aur bhi pyari lagti hai.”
(What can I do... when you blush and lower your eyes, you look even cuter.)

Suhani turned completely red, trying to hide her face by pretending to serve more kheer in Aditya’s bowl.

Aditya raised a brow.

“Waise mujhe bhi lagta hai... kheer ‘bas theek hi’ bani hai...”
(By the way, I also think the kheer is ‘just okay’...)

Before he could finish, Vikram reached across the table and lightly smacked the back of his head.

“Mujhse maar khayega kya... chup chaap khaa.”
(Do you want to get whacked? Eat silently.)

The entire table burst into laughter.

Even Suhani giggled, finally relaxed—her first rasoi a complete success, not just in the kitchen, but in the hearts around the table.

***

The breakfast ended on a cheerful note—perhaps more peaceful because Nanili wasn't present.

The helpers began clearing the table as Anjali went to her room. She returned moments later, holding a few beautifully wrapped boxes in her hands.

“Toh kaisa laga sabko Suhani ke haathon ka bana hua khana?”she asked, beaming.
(So, how did everyone like the food Suhani cooked?)

“Bohut swadisht tha...” Veerendra said, patting his stomach with satisfaction. (It was very delicious...)

“Laajawab!” Rajendra and Aditya chimed together. (Incredible!)

“Bohut accha...” Vikram said, winking at Suhani, making her blush and look down shyly.

Anjali stepped forward with a smile, handing her a soft blue box.

“Mujhe bhi bohut accha laga... ye, tumhare liye beta.”
(I loved it too… this is for you, dear.)

Suhani gently opened it—and gasped softly.

Inside were elegant golden bangles, glimmering under the morning light.

“Maa... iski kya zarurat thi?” Suhani whispered.
(Mother... this wasn’t necessary.)

Anjali playfully tapped her head.

“Kyun zarurat nahi thi? Meri beti ke liye hai, uski pehli rasoi ka tohfa.”
(Why not necessary? It’s for my daughter—for her first cooking day.)

She leaned in and kissed Suhani’s head with affection.

Suhani looked at Vikram instinctively.

He nodded with a soft smile.

Her eyes welled up with quiet emotion.

Then Rajendra stood up, warmth in his smile.

He handed her a traditional shagun envelope.

“Beta, ye tere liye... kuch le lena. Theek hai?”
(Dear, this is for you… get yourself something nice, alright?)

Suhani nodded, touched.

Aditya shuffled forward next, holding something behind his back.

“Bhabhi, humne aapke liye ye banaya hai...”he said shyly, revealing a small, handmade cloth elephant toy—neatly stitched, with button eyes and colorful thread.
(Bhabhi, I made this for you...)

Anjali added proudly,

“Suhani, ye isne khud banaya hai tere liye.”
(He made this himself for you.)

Vikram raised an eyebrow and grinned.
“Mere liye toh kabhi nahi banaya...”
(He never made one for me...)

Aditya giggled and shrugged,
“Aap Bhabhi thodi ho!”
(You're not Bhabhi!)

Laughter filled the room.

Then Vikram stepped forward with a knowing smile.
“Ab meri baari.”
(Now it’s my turn.)

He pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to Suhani.

Inside was a delicate rose-shaped pendant with a tiny "V" etched into the petal.

Suhani looked up at him, her lips parting in a silent smile.

He leaned closer and whispered near her ear,
“Meri Gulabo ke liye... gulab.”
(For my Gulabo… a rose.)

Her cheeks turned crimson.

Then Veerendra stepped up, waving his hand.
“Ab meri baari hai, bhai... haat, Vikram!”
(Now it’s my turn, move aside, Vikram!)

He took out a small, timeworn box from the inner pocket of his kurta and handed it to Suhani.

Inside lay an antique maang tikka—ornate, delicate, and clearly old.

“Teri dadi-saas ka hai...” he said, voice gentle.
(It belonged to your great-grandmother-in-law.)

Suhani's smile faltered—something about the heirloom's weight, and the sudden mention of lineage, made her nervous.

Vikram noticed it right away.

He stepped closer and softly reassured her,
“Lele Gulabo... main hu na.”
(Take it, Gulabo… I’m here.)

With a hesitant smile and moist eyes, Suhani nodded and accepted the gift—with both hands and a grateful heart.

***

Vikram sat with Veerendra and Rajendra, the three men deep in conversation about the village—its lands, crops, and changing times.

Meanwhile, Suhani was inside, sitting beside Anjali, helping her fold some dry clothes and sort the kitchen spices.

“Are bhai, thand ho rahi hai… Anjali, laa… shawl de de.”
Rajendra said with a smile.

( it’s getting chilly… Anjali, bring me a shawl.)

Anjali chuckled and returned moments later, draping a cream-colored shawl over his shoulders—the very one Suhani had brought as a gift for Nanili.

Vikram, watching quietly, smiled—his heart warming at the sight.

“Are… ab meri beti kisi ke liye tohfa laaye aur woh na le, toh main le loonga na… kyu beta, achha lag raha hai na?”
Rajendra said, looking at Suhani with affection.
(If my daughter brings a gift for someone and they refuse it—then of course, I’ll take it. Right, dear? It looks nice, doesn’t it?) .

Suhani’s eyes welled up as she nodded.

“Bohut... acha lag raha hai, Baba.”
she replied, voice trembling softly.
(Very much… it looks wonderful, Baba.)

Veerendra scoffed playfully,

“Par mujhe pe zyada achha lagta nahi… Suhani, jaa… mera bhi muffler laa de. Mujhe pe woh aur jachega.”
(But I don’t think it suits him as much… Suhani, go on, bring my muffler too. It’ll suit me better!)

Suhani giggled and walked off to fetch it.

She returned, wrapping the woolen muffler that she brought for him—around Veerendra’s shoulders.

He smiled broadly, showing off like a child.

Then, looking at Vikram seriously, Veerendra patted his back.

“Vikram… ab waqt aa gaya hai. Mujhe lagta hai… tujhe ab Sarpanch ban jana chahiye.”
(Vikram… the time has come. I think you should become the next village head now.)

Vikram looked at Veerendra, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
He hadn’t expected this—not today, not so suddenly.

He straightened up a little, glancing at Rajendra, whose silent nod only confirmed the weight of Veerendra’s words.

“Par… main? Abhi?” Vikram asked, his voice a little unsure for the first time in a while.
(But… me? Already?)

Veerendra smiled, steady and certain.

“Haan tu. Main dekh raha hoon kitna badal gaya hai tu… samajhdar bhi ho gaya hai… aur sabse zaroori, tujhme logon ke liye sochne ka jazba hai.”

(Yes, you. I’ve been watching… you’ve grown, become wiser… and most importantly, you care for people. That’s what matters.)

Rajendra added,
“Aur tujhme faisle lene ki himmat hai. Tu mera beta hai, par aaj main tujhe ek zimmedar aadmi ke roop mein dekh raha hoon.”
(And you have the courage to make decisions. You’re my son, yes—but today I see you as a responsible man.)

Vikram looked at Suhani, who stood there with a big, bright smile—full of pride, love, and encouragement.

"Main... mujhe thoda waqt chahiye..."
Vikram said softly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. He stood up and quietly walked back to his room.
(I... I need some time...)

Anjali looked at Suhani, gently touched her arm and said warmly,

"Suhani... jaa... Vikram ko teri zaroorat hai."
(Suhani, go... Vikram needs you.)

Suhani nodded, understanding, and followed him.

She entered the room and found Vikram standing near the window, gazing out silently at the fields stretching into the distance.

His back was stiff, hands tucked into his sides, mind clearly far away.

She quietly closed the door behind her.

Then, slowly walking towards him, she wrapped her arms around him from behind—her cheek pressing gently against his back.

“Gulabo...” Vikram whispered, instantly calming as he felt her warmth.

He turned around and embraced her tightly, his face resting on her shoulder as if finally letting his guard down.

“Kya hua ji... aap uth ke kyun aa gaye...”
she asked softly, caressing his back.
(What happened... why did you come away...)

“Gulabo... Sarpanch banana bohot zimmedaari ka kaam hai...

bohot saare faisle lene padhenge gaon ke liye...

aur agar ek bhi faisla galat hua, toh pura gaon bhugat sakta hai...”
Vikram said, now leaning on her gently, as if borrowing her strength.

(Becoming the Sarpanch means carrying a huge responsibility... I’ll have to make big decisions for the whole village... and if even one decision goes wrong, the entire village may suffer.)

Suhani held him tighter, her fingers gently stroking the back of his hair as he leaned against her.

“Aap akelay thodi ho, ji... main hoon na. Har faisle mein, har kadam mein... main aapke saath hoon.”
(You’re not alone... I’m here. With you in every decision, every step.)

Vikram closed his eyes at her words, heart heavy but comforted.

She brought his hands up to her face, kissed them softly, then placed them on her cheeks.

“Ye haath sirf kaam ke liye nahi bane hai jii... inmein sab kuch sambhalne ki taqat hai. Aapke haathon mein sirf zimmedaari nahi... dua bhi hai, vishwas bhi hai.”
(These hands aren’t just made for work... they hold the strength to carry everything. They don’t just bear responsibility—they hold prayers and faith too.)

His eyes glistened. He looked at her like she was the calm in every storm he feared.

Vikram cupped Suhani’s face, voice low, uncertain—
“Do you really trust me?”

Her eyes didn’t waver.
“Aap pe… apne aap se zyada, ji.”
(On you... More than I trust me...)

Emotion swelled in his chest. He pulled her into a quiet embrace, their foreheads touching, hearts speaking where words couldn’t.

In that stillness, a silent promise formed—of unwavering trust, shared burdens, and a love that would never let go.

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Vikram slowly opened his eyes, still holding Suhani in the quiet warmth of their embrace.

Her words lingered in his mind—

“Aap pe… apne aap se zyada, ji.”
(I trust you more than I trust myself.)

He gently stepped back, just enough to meet her eyes.

“Main manzoor karta hoon,” he said softly but firmly.
(I accept it.)

Suhani blinked, a soft surprise in her eyes before a proud smile bloomed on her face.

“Main banunga sarpanch. Par sirf meri Gulabo ke bharose pe... tere saath se,” he added, brushing her cheek lovingly.
(I’ll become the sarpanch—but only with my Gulabo’s faith and support.)

Suhani nodded, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Hum dono milke chalenge… aap akela nahi ho.”
(We’ll walk this together… you’re not alone.)

Later that evening, as everyone gathered for dinner, the air was calm, conversations light.

But once the meal ended, Vikram cleared his throat, his tone suddenly composed and commanding—

“Dadaji, Baba... main tayaar hoon gaon ka sarpanch banne ke liye.”
(I’m ready to become the village head.)

Veerendra's face lit up with pride.

“Ye hui na mere sher wali baat... khush raho mera bacha. Tere Dada hain tere saath,” he said, clapping Vikram’s back.
(That’s my lion... your grandfather stands with you.)

Rajendra smiled wide.
“Aur tera Baba bhi hai tere saath,” he added warmly.
(And so is your father.)

Everyone looked on with joy—except one.

Nanili.

Silent, still, but her jaw clenched ever so slightly. She said nothing. But her eyes spoke of stormy thoughts.

Rajendra broke the silence.

“Main kal hi sabse baat karta hoon. Fir parson hi Vikram ko sarpanch ki padvi de dete hain.”
(I’ll speak to everyone tomorrow. Let’s make Vikram the sarpanch the day after.)

Suhani looked at Vikram with a heart full of pride.

He looked back—and smiled. A silent victory. A shared beginning.

***

Everyone had retired to their rooms, laughter fading into the quiet of the night.

But in one dimly lit room, sleep was far from reaching.

Nanili, alone in her separate quarters—far from Veerendra's—sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers clenching the bedsheet.

“Bas yahi reh gaya tha...” she muttered, her eyes burning.
(This was all that was left...)

“Pehle us manhoos Rajendra ne mere bete se sarpanchi cheeni... aur ab uska beta cheen raha hai...”
(First that wretched Rajendra took the title from my son... and now his son is taking it too...)

She stood up abruptly, pacing like a trapped animal.

“Mere toh bhag hi phoot gaye... jo is aadmi se shaadi karli...”
(I’m cursed... marrying into this family...)

Her breath quickened.

“Vikram agar sarpanch bana... toh kitne raaz khul jaayenge...”
(If Vikram becomes sarpanch... so many secrets will come to light...)

She stopped, staring at the darkened wall in front of her.

“Vikram, Rajendra nahi hai... Rajendra chup tha Anjali ke liye... par Vikram nahi hoga... vo meri baaton mein nahi aayega...”
(Vikram is not like Rajendra... Rajendra stayed quiet for Anjali... but Vikram won’t... he won’t listen to me...)

Her voice lowered to a whisper, almost trembling—

“Aur agar use apni behen ka pata chal gaya toh... nahi... nahi...”
(And if he finds out about his sister... no... that can’t happen...)

She shut her eyes, forcing herself to calm down—then a slow, sinister smile curved on her lips.

“Ab mujhe hi kuch karna padega.”
(Now I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.)

She walked out into the silent living area.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows on her sharp expression.

Picking up the landline, she dialed a number from memory.

Holding the receiver close, her voice was calm—too calm.

“Haan... main bol rahi hoon.”
(Yes... it’s me.)

***

Suhani walked into the room, wearing a soft cotton saree.

She was carrying a warm glass of milk and gently kept it on the table beside Vikram, who was busy reading some papers.

"Doodh pee lijiye… main naha ke aati hoon,"
(Please drink the milk… I’ll take a bath and come back,)

she said with a smile, taking her clothes and walking to the bathroom.

After some time, she came back, her hair still wet and her face glowing.

She saw Vikram sitting at the same place, the milk still untouched.

She looked at him and said softly,

"Aapne doodh nahi piya… itni der ho gayi hai… chaliye na, so jaiye."
(You haven’t drunk the milk… it’s quite late now… come, let’s sleep.)

She gently pulled his arm.

Vikram smiled a little and said,

"Hai hai Gulabo… bas ek panna aur padh lu… phir aata hoon."
(Oh Gulabo… just one more page… then I’ll come.)

Suhani didn’t say anything.

She just went to the bed and lay down with her back to him.

Vikram understood she was upset.

He kept the papers aside and walked to her, lying behind her and hugging her gently.

"Gulabo… dekh, main aa gaya… tere paas,"
(Gulabo… see, I’m here, with you,)

he whispered and held her close.

Then he said playfully,

"Accha, maaf kar de… dekh, main doodh pee leta hoon."
(Okay, forgive me… look, I’m drinking the milk now.)

He sat up, drank half the glass, and showed her.

"Pee liya,"
(I drank it,)

he said with a proud smile.

Suhani looked at him and made a small face.

"Pura kyun nahi piya?"
(Why didn’t you finish it?)

"Kyuki baaki ka tu piyegi,"
(Because you will drink the rest,)

he said, bringing the glass to her lips.

She tried to say no,
"Mujhe nahi peena..."
(I don’t want it...)

But he held the glass gently, and she finally drank it while looking into his loving eyes.

Both smiled softly.

After Suhani finished the milk, Vikram took the glass from her hands and set it aside.

Then, without saying anything, he gently took her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm.

"Yeh haath sirf kaam ke liye nahi... pyaar ke liye bhi hai,"
(These hands aren’t just for work... they’re meant to be loved too,)

he whispered, holding her fingers tenderly.

Suhani blushed, her cheeks glowing with warmth.

"Accha sun..." Vikram said with a soft smile, gently easing her down on the bed and leaning over her protectively.
(Listen…)

"Jii..." she replied, her voice shy and sweet.
(Yes…)

"Uhhmm... thak gayi kya tu?" he asked playfully, slipping his strong arm under her neck like a pillow and drawing her close.
(Uhhmm… are you tired?)

"Kyu?" she asked, looking up at him.
(Why?)

"Matlab agar zyada thaki nahi hai... toh kya main tujhe thoda sa pyaar kar lu?"he said with the cutest puppy eyes.
(I mean… if you’re not too tired, can I love you a little?)

Suhani let out a soft giggle at his expression and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Thoda kyu, bohut saara pyaar kijiye na..."she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
(Why just a little? Love me a lot…)

"Accha... theek hai phir," Vikram said, chuckling, and leaned over to blow out the lamp—plunging the room into a soft, comforting darkness.
(Alright then…)

Vikram smiled gently and leaned in, placing a tender kiss on Suhani’s lips.

Suhani’s cheeks turned pink as she looked into his eyes.

“Aaj bhi dard hoga kya ji…” she asked softly.
("Will it still hurt today, ji...?")

Vikram cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek.

“Nahi… aaj sirf meetha meetha dard hoga. Maaza bhi aayega.”
("No… today it'll just be a sweet, soft pain. You’ll even enjoy it.")

He kissed the side of her neck, slowly, with love.

Vikram’s fingers trembled slightly as they moved to her saree, loosening the pleats with quiet urgency.

The soft fabric slipped away from the bed, pooling on the floor like a whisper.

His eyes never left hers, full of longing and love.

He removed his own clothes, and soon, they were close—bare, vulnerable, wrapped only in the warmth between them.

With a deep breath, Vikram gently leaned in, his body covering hers as he kissed her again—slow, aching, full of emotion.

Suhani’s breath caught as her hands rose to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He slowly positioned himself between her legs and thrust in her deep slowly..

"aahh.. jiii...Dheere.." she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

“Hai Gulabo,” he murmured, kissing her forehead with warmth, “maaf karde jaan...”
(Please forgive me love)

He softened his movements, his hands tracing along her skin like a prayer.

His lips found the curve of her neck, trailing soft kisses that made her shiver.

Suhani’s fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer as they sank deeper into the moment—wordless, warm, and completely theirs.

“Jii… aahhh… mmm…” Suhani moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as Vikram moved deep within her, each thrust sending waves through her.

“Tezz…” she whispered breathlessly, her body tightening around him, needing more.
(Faster…)

Vikram sat up without breaking their connection, lifting her legs onto his shoulders.

He kissed the curve of her calf tenderly before thrusting in deep again.

“Uff… jii… aahhh…” she cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as her head fell back in bliss.

He kissed her hard, stealing her breath, pressing his chest against hers as their bodies moved in wild harmony.

Suhani gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Vikram chuckled softly against her lips, his voice rough and teasing.

“Gulabo… thoda dheere chilla,” he murmured before biting her sensitive nipple just enough to make her cry out.
(Rose… moan a little softer)

“Pura gaon ko batana hai kya ki tera pati tujhe pyar kar raha hai?”
(Do you want the whole village to know that your husband is loving you right now?)

“Jii… mat katiye na… dard hota hai…” she whispered, her tone trembling, vulnerable.
(Please don’t bite… it hurts…)

Vikram’s eyes softened with love but remained hungry with need.

“Gulabo… aaj mat rok na… pagal ho raha hoon… seh le aaj…” he pleaded, his forehead resting against hers.
(Rose… don’t stop me tonight… I’m going crazy for you… just bear it today…)

She nodded wordlessly.

He smiled, kissed her gently on the forehead, and then gripped her hips, driving into her hard, wild, lost in his longing.

Her legs shook with pleasure as she held onto him, her body giving in completely.

“Ahhh… jii…” she cried out, falling over the edge, climaxing hard as he followed close behind.

“Dekh… kaise geela kar diya mujhe… bol… bhar doon tujhe apne pyaar se?” he whispered, his voice thick, urgent.
(See how wet you’ve made me… tell me… should I fill you with my love too?)

“Ahhh jii… tez… aur tez…” she begged, holding onto him tightly as he filled her again and again.
(Yes… faster… more faster…)

“Aahh… haan… aise hi, Gulabo…” he groaned, kissing her deeply, possessively, as if he could never get enough of her.
(Yes… just like that, my rose…)

Their mouths met with hungry urgency—wet, warm, and breathless.

Saliva mixed between kisses, gliding over lips slick with desire.

It was messy, sweaty, unfiltered… but neither of them cared.

In that fevered closeness, it only made things deeper—more real.

Suhani clung to him, her voice a soft whimper,

“Jii… ahhh…”—the sound escaping her lips as her body arched, trembling, teetering on the edge again, overwhelmed by everything he was giving her.

“Ahh… Gulabo… jaan…” Vikram groaned, his voice thick with need as he drove into her, each thrust deep and desperate.

The room pulsed with the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin (skin slapping..), mingled with gasps and trembling breaths.

And then—his body tensed, a final, shuddering push—and he released into her, burying himself deep in her as waves of release washed over them both.

Hard and warm, they moved together in perfect rhythm.

“Ahh… jii…” Suhani moaned as she reached her peak alongside him, her legs trembling before wrapping tightly around his waist.

She clung to him, breathless, as Vikram gently kissed her forehead.

“Accha laga?” he murmured, his voice tender against her skin.
(felt good?)

She smiled, cheeks flushed, and nodded shyly.

“Chal fir… ik baar aur,” he whispered with a playful edge, already shifting back into place.

His lips claimed hers again before she could respond.
(okay.. then lets do it again...)

“Jii… abhi toh—hmm…” Her protest melted into a gasp as he began thrusting again—rougher, needier—his kisses turning to bites, his grip possessive.
(I mean... ahh..mmm)

The room once again echoed with the sound of moans, slick skin, and breathless whispers lost in the haze of desire.

***

The night had faded into a hush, the room now wrapped in a quiet warmth.

The chaos of passion had given way to stillness, broken only by the soft rhythm of their breathing.

Sunlight crept through the old wooden window, casting golden streaks over the tangled sheets—and over them.

Suhani lay curled against Vikram’s chest, her cheek resting just above his heartbeat.

His arms were around her, one hand gently tracing lazy circles along her bare back, as if he never wanted to let her go.

“Thak gayi meri Gulabo?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep, lips brushing her hair.
(Tired, my Gulabo?)

She gave a sleepy nod, humming softly in response. Her voice barely a whisper, still lost in the softness of their moment.

“Chal fir… so ja,” he murmured with a gentle smile, fingers brushing down her spine.
(Come on then… go back to sleep.)

Suhani smiled too, eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled deeper into his warmth, her arms wrapping tightly around him like a child curling into a dream.

“Jii…” she whispered, her breath fanning softly over his chest, and within moments, she was still.

Vikram looked down at her, his eyes tender.

He kissed the top of her head one last time before letting his own eyes close, holding her like the world outside no longer mattered.

***

The next day passed in a joyful blur. The villagers had unanimously agreed—Vikram would be the next sarpanch.

The house buzzed with celebration, laughter, and hopeful chatter.

Suhani was glowing. She threw herself into the preparations with infectious energy, her heart brimming with pride.

After all, her husband—the one who had held her so tenderly last night, easing all her pain and tiredness with gentle touches and whispered warmth—was about to step into a role of honor and responsibility.

The following morning arrived, bright and expectant.

Suhani was the first to wake—though truth be told, she hadn’t really slept at all.

Her excitement had kept her wide-eyed through the night, her mind spinning with dreams bigger than sleep.

She had curled closer to Vikram in the early hours, whispering endless questions about a sarpanch's duties, decisions, and the weight of leadership.

Vikram, though still half-asleep, had answered them all with quiet patience, smiling at her curiosity and passion.

Now, as dawn broke fully, Vikram watched from the bed with amused eyes as Suhani all but floated around the room—nearly dancing with happiness.

He couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeh ladki sach mein pagal hai… aur yeh paagalpan mujhe jeene ka sabab deta hai,” he thought to himself.

(This girl is truly crazy… and that madness gives me a reason to live.)

Suhani slipped into her saree with practiced grace, fixed her bindi, and headed straight to the kitchen, humming under her breath, ready to begin the day Vikram would officially become the village’s chosen leader.

The courtyard buzzed with color and life—marigold garlands swayed in the breeze, villagers gathered in cheerful anticipation, and the beat of dhols echoed joyously.

Vikram stood tall in a crisp white kurta, a maroon cloth draped over his shoulder.

Suhani watched him from afar, dressed in a graceful green saree, her eyes shining with pride.

The village elder stepped forward, placing the ceremonial pagdi on Vikram’s head. Applause erupted, children cheered, and women clapped with joy.

As the crowd celebrated, Vikram’s eyes found Suhani’s. Just one look—and she knew.
He was thanking her silently.

Later, Suhani performed his aarti, her hands steady but her voice soft.

“Aaj hum bohot khush hai, jii…” Suhani whispered just for him, her eyes glowing as she held out a sweet for him to eat.
(I’m really happy today, jii...)

Vikram leaned in, eyes locked with hers, and took the sweet from her hand—but not before deliberately letting his lips brush against her fingers.
He softly sucked the tip of her finger, making her gasp and shiver.

He grinned, mischievous.
“Aaj toh sab kuch meetha lag raha hai…”
(Everything tastes sweet today…)

Suhani blushed, unable to meet his eyes, and lightly hit his shoulder.

While the rest of the family moved toward the dining area for the celebratory feast, Vikram quietly slipped away.

He found Suhani in the kitchen, standing alone, ladling kheer carefully into bowls, her bangles softly chiming.

A strand of hair had fallen loose, and her dupatta was tucked at her waist, her full focus on the task.

Vikram grinned mischievously and stepped closer, pinching Suhani lightly at the waist.

“Ahh… aap bhi na!” she squeaked, glaring at him, though her cheeks turned a rosy red.

Still, she tried to focus back on filling the bowls of kheer.

“Mujhe bhi kheer khani hai, Gulabo…” he said, inching closer with a teasing smile.
(I want to eat kheer too, Gulabo…)

“Haiji, aap baithiye… main abhi laati hoon,” she replied with a smile.
(Okay, you sit… I’ll bring it right away.)

But Vikram shook his head.
“Katori mein nahi khani.”
(Not in a bowl.)

“Matlab?” she frowned, confused.
(What do you mean?)

“Matlab… ek katori uthao kheer ki,” he said.
(I mean… pick up one bowl of kheer.)

She obeyed slowly, still puzzled, handing him the bowl.

“Mansii!” Vikram suddenly called out.

The young maid came running from the backyard.

“Yeh sabko baahar de do,” he ordered, nodding at the remaining bowls.
(Give these to everyone outside.)

“Ji sarpanch ji, abhi deti hoon,” she stuttered and hurried out with the tray.
(Yes… I’ll give them now.)

Suhani turned to him, utterly baffled.
“Jii… hum de dete sabko, aapne Mansi ko kyun—?”
(I was going to serve them… why did you ask Mansi—?)

Vikram looked at her intently and said in a flirty voice...
“Tu sabko kheer parosegi… toh mujhe kaun khilayega?”
(If you serve everyone… who will feed me?)

Before she could respond, he swiftly picked her up in his arms.

“Kheer sambhal ke pakad,” he said firmly.
(Hold the kheer properly.)

Suhani held the bowl tightly, still stunned.
“Jii?!”
(What?!)

He carried her straight to their room.

Once inside, he gently set her on her feet and closed the door behind them.

“Jii… aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? Bahar sab log hain… kya sochenge?” she said, eyes wide.
(What are you doing? Everyone’s outside… what will they think?)

Vikram said nothing.

He just looked at her with the same mischief in his eyes—then stepped forward, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“Kya sochenge? Bas yeh ki sarpanch ko apni Gulabo ke haath ki kheer sabse zyada pasand hai…”
(What will they think? Just that the sarpanch loves his Gulabo’s kheer the most.)

He smirked and pulled her gently towards himself, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Ye saari mujhe tang kar rahi hai..." he muttered, tugging it roughly and letting it fall away with a swift motion.
(This sari is bothering me...)

"Jii... aap... kyu nahi sun rahe... bahar sab hain..." she whispered in protest, glancing nervously towards the door.
(Please... why aren't you listening... everyone is outside...)

"Toh kya? Bahar sab hain, par yahan... mera sab kuch sirf tera hai,"he murmured huskily, teasing yet possessive.
(So what? Everyone might be outside, but here... everything of mine belongs only to you.)

With a gentle push, she tumbled onto the bed, breath catching in her throat.

She lay there, draped in just her blouse and petticoat, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

Vikram removed his kurta and hovered over her, his gaze drinking her in.

He trailed kisses along her cheeks, his hands exploring her curves reverently.

With slow fingers, he opened her blouse and set it aside, his palms cupping her softness.

Suhani let out a shy giggle, her eyes sparkling.

"Aap Sarpanch ban gaye hain, ji..."she teased.
(You've become the village chief now, haven't you...)

Vikram paused, eyes locking with hers.

"Toh? Sarpanch ko bhi toh apni biwi chahiye... pyar karne ke liye,"he whispered before lowering his mouth and pressing warm kisses against her.
(So? Even a village chief needs his wife... to love.)

"Ahh..." she gasped, arching slightly.

"Ab chup... mujhe kheer khani hai," he said with playful stubbornness.
(Now hush... I want to eat the kheer.)

He picked up the bowl and dipped a spoon into the creamy kheer.

With a naughty grin, he smeared a small amount onto her bud, watching it melt slightly against her warm skin.

Suhani shivered under his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

He repeated the motion on the other side, then slowly let a trail of kheer fall onto her stomach, some of it slipping into her navel.

"Ab khaunga main kheer..." he said, voice thick with desire  sinful as his lips touched her navel.
(Now I’ll eat the kheer...)

His tongue slowly traced the sweetness, making her gasp and arch beneath him.

Suhani’s fingers tangled in his hair, her breath shaky, her body trembling under the teasing warmth of his mouth.

"jii..." she whispered, half a moan, half a plea.

He looked up at her with a sinful glint in his eyes, then lowered his lips to her stomach, sucking away the kheer with slow, teasing motions.

The sounds that escaped his lips were raw, unholy, and full of desire.

"Gulabo... tu toh kheer se bhi meethi hai... umm... dil kar raha hai tujhe hi kha jaun,"he murmured, licking away the last traces of the dessert from her skin and biting it slowly.

(Gulabo... you’re sweeter than the kheer itself... I feel like devouring you...)

"Ahh... ji... ajeeb lag raha hai..."she whispered, her voice trembling as her body shivered under his touch.
(Ahh... it feels strange...)

Vikram’s hands moved lower, lifting her petticoat slowly.

It gathered around her waist, exposing her legs as he gently parted them.

Without hesitation, he let the creamy kheer trail down her inner thighs, the contrast of cold dessert and his warm breath sending shivers through her.

"Ji... mat kijiye na..."she whispered, though her voice was laced with anticipation.
(Please... don’t do this...)

But Vikram only smirked, his eyes dark and hungry.

He leaned in and began tasting her again, every kiss deeper, every stroke more sinful.

Suhani bit her lip, her breath uneven. Then, softly, she pouted:

"Mujhe bhi kheer chahiye..."
(I want some kheer too...)

"Acha... le, kha le meri jaan,"he said, dipping his fingers into the kheer and bringing them to her lips.
(Alright... here, have it, my love,)

She took them into her mouth, sucking hungrily, her eyes locked on his.

"Aah... waah meri sherni... aise hi... aur le..."he groaned, loving the way she responded, dipping his fingers again.
(Ah... my tigress... just like that... take more...)

Suhani sucked on his fingers again, slower this time — not just hungry, but intimate, as if savoring the taste of him more than the kheer.

Her eyes, half-lidded, never left his, and something unspoken passed between them — deeper than desire, warmer than fire.

Vikram couldn’t take it anymore.

He leaned in, kissed her hard — not rushed, but full of aching need.

Their bodies pressed together as he laid her back gently, his hands finding hers, fingers intertwining.

His lips moved to her neck, her collarbone, worshipping her with every breath.

Vikram shed the last of his clothes and, without waiting, entered her in one smooth, heated motion.

Both of them gasped — their breaths tangled, hearts pounding in sync as their bodies joined again.

He started slow, savoring her warmth, but soon his pace grew more intense, more desperate.

Suhani clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin, pulling him closer — needing every bit of him.

Vikram began thrusting harder, deeper, his rhythm unrelenting as they spiraled toward the edge together.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion — breathless moans, skin meeting skin, and the quiet, sacred pulse of love made physical.

"Main... aane wali hoon ji..."she gasped, her voice breaking as the tension inside her peaked.
(I’m... about to come...)

Vikram kissed her fiercely, biting her lower lip with raw hunger.
"Main bhi, Gulabo... ruk ja... saath main aaye ge,"he groaned against her mouth.
(Me too, Gulabo... hold on... we’ll cum together...)

And then — together — they fell apart, shattering into bliss.

His arms locked tightly around her, her legs trembling around his waist, both of them clinging like they’d dissolve if they let go.

Their bodies stilled but their hearts beat louder, louder than the silence.

He remained inside her, face buried in her neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of love.

After a long, quiet moment, he whispered playfully,

"Chal... naha lete hain... apne Sarpanch ki Sarpanchini ,"Then, without waiting, he scooped her into his arms.
(Come… let’s bathe now, Sarpanch’s Sarpanchini.)

Suhani giggled against his cheek, leaving a soft kiss there as he carried her to the bathroom.

Warm water, shared laughter, and stolen kisses followed — the heat replaced by gentleness, touches that spoke of comfort, not hunger.

They bathed, dressed, and soon stepped outside, glowing, hand-in-hand, ready to rejoin the celebration... but forever changed in each other's arms.

As Suhani entered the courtyard, still glowing,
Vikram's Bhabhi(nandani) smirked.

"Aree Suhani, kuch zyada hi chamak rahi ho... kya khas hua andar?"
(Wow Suhani, you’re glowing a lot… did something special happen inside?)

Suhani blushed hard, hiding behind Vikram.

"Bhabhi..." she whispered shyly.

"Arey, jab nayi dulhan itni laal ho, toh kuch toh baat hai!"
(When the bride’s blushing this much, there’s definitely something going on!)

Suhani looked down, giggling softly, while Vikram pulled her closer with a grin.

***