Zoya stepped into the living room wearing one of Akif’s oversized hoodies, yawning adorably.

Big mistake.

Because the moment she entered — BOOM!

🎉 “BHABHI AAYI!”

🎉 “Look at her! Apne pati ki hoodie mein dulhan ban gayi hai!”

Her eyes widened as half a dozen cousins ran toward her like a pack of wolves.

Amaan (Akif’s favorite cousin):

“Zoya bhabhi, how’s the honeymoon weather these days? Cloudy with a chance of blush?” 😏

Asiya (the loud one):

“Be honest… kisne zyada romance kiya? Tum ya Akif bhai?”

Zoya: “SHUT UP!” (face redder than tomato chutney)

And then came the worst part…

The Photo Album.

Akif’s little sister had somehow printed a few candid honeymoon pics. One of them was Zoya giggling with a coconut drink, wearing a tiny dress Akif made her wear.

Someone screamed,

“ZOYA MALIK! YOU LOOKED TOO HOT! Our poor Akif bhai… how did he survive?!”

Amaan dramatically fake fainted,

“If I were him, I’d propose again on the spot!”

Zoya: “I SWEAR I’LL TELL YOUR MOM!”

Everyone:

“Aww look! Bhabhi is so possessive now! 👀”

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Enter Akif, The Saviour? Nope. The Fuel to Fire.

Akif walked in mid-chaos and raised an eyebrow.

Akif: “What’s going on?”

Asiya: “We’re just asking Bhabhi about how your honeymoon went!”

Akif: walks past Zoya, smirks, whispers in her ear

“Should I tell them about the third night on the balcony?”

Zoya: gasps in horror

“AKIF!!!”

The whole room: “OHHHHHHH!!!!”

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The Ending Scene

Zoya tried to hide behind the sofa. Her cheeks hurt from blushing and laughing too much.

But as she peeked out, Akif caught her gaze from across the room, smiling softly like she was the only thing he could ever see.

Even through the chaos, teasing, and noise…

Their eyes met. And the world, once again, slowed down.

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