My Tiny Wife (Abhisha)

Family

As the airplane ascended into the sky, Manisha's excitement couldn't be contained any longer. She wiggled in her seat, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Abhishek couldn't help but smile as he watched his wife's little jig, her cute baby dance earning adoration from everyone around.

But little did Manisha know that the surprises had just begun. As they arrived at the airport, a wave of nostalgia hit Abhishek. He missed his family dearly, and it seemed they missed him just as much.

As they stepped out of the gate, Manisha's eyes widened in astonishment. There stood Abhishek's sister Prerna, his mother Dimple, his brother Nischay, and his father, all wearing cheeky smiles. But what caught Manisha off guard was the grand welcome they had prepared just for her.

Petals rained down upon her, forming a colorful carpet at her feet. Cards were thrust into her hands, filled with heartfelt messages and well-wishes. Hugs and gifts came in abundance, overwhelming her with love and warmth.

They held pluck cards in their hands saying

"Thank you for making me dadi"
"Thank you for making me dadu"
Thank you making me bua
Thank you for making pupha ji
Thank you for making me Bade papa

Overwhelmed by the sudden outpouring of affection, tears welled up in Manisha's eyes. Abhishek, ever the doting husband, enveloped her in a comforting embrace. And in that moment, amidst the laughter and joy, they shared a family group hug that would forever be etched in their hearts.

Haha! Dekh terko, Manisha, poora  whole red carpet treatment mil raha hai!" Abhishek chuckled, teasingly.

"Thank you so much.. Hum aap logo ke aisa kya de? Aap log bahut acche hai." Manisha sniffled, her voice quivering with emotion.

"Kuch dene ki zarurat nahi hai beta. Tu humare pariwar ka hissa bani aur ab ek naya pariwar ka hissa de rahi hai isse zyada kya chahiye hume? " Abhishek's father exclaimed with pride.

"Main bahut zyada lucky hoon ki mujhe aap log mile" Manisha beamed.

Abhishek's mother instantly hugged her.
Bas ab rona band kar beta.. Chal ghar chalte hai, she said and wiped Manisha's tears.

One thing that Abhishek adores is his family bonding with Manisha. When they first started dating Abhishek thought will his family adjust with Manisha? Or will Manisha adjust with his family?
They had many difference in language, culture and many things.

But as soon as his family met Manisha, they instantly accepted her.

Their love for each other was so strong that it was able to bridge the differences between them. With the support of their families, they were able to create a bond that was strong enough to withstand any cultural differences.

Soon his family started walking ahead planning other things while Abhishek and Manisha were a little behind.

Tera toh accha swagat hua. Mera kya maine bhi toh contribution diya tha, mere bina ho pata? , Abhishek said and smirked.

Abhishekwaaaa kabhi toh sudhar jaya kar, Manisha shouted while blushing.

Abhishek decided to tease Manisha more
Main sudhar jau? Kal kon betha tha kitchen ke slab par aur kya zidd kar raha tha? Ya phir uss din jab-

Bas bas main ja rahi hoon, Manisha said and tries to run but Abhishek held her by her waist and pulled her closer.

Abhishek's fingers traced a delicate path along her jawline, his touch sending shivers coursing through Manisha's body. He whispered in her ears, " Khel khelo khiladi se khelo tanik hoshiyari se".

Manisha's eyes widened and an embarassed Manisha quickly ran from there.

Abhishek's mind drifted as looked at his wife, Manisha. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his brother, Nischay, sneaking up behind him. "Poke!" Startled, Abhishek jumped and turned to face Nischay, quickly wiping the smirk off his face. Nischay raised an eyebrow, his eyes darting between Abhishek and the blushing Manisha.

"Manisha ko kya ho gaya ek dam se? Laal tamatar lag rahi hai. Aur tu kyun paglon ki tarah hass raha hai?" Nischay quizzed, unable to contain his curiosity..

Abhishek's eyes widened, panic bubbling up within him.

How on earth could he explain that their conversation had taken a rather spicy turn, leaving poor Manisha a flustered mess?

Oh, uh, woh ro rahi thi na," Abhishek fumbled for words, desperately hoping his lame excuse would pass Nischay's scrutiny.

Nischay furrowed his brows, clearly unconvinced and he asked "Aur tu kyun hass raha tha? "

Abhishek gulped, his mind racing for a better explanation. "Uh, woh actually kitni pyari lagti hai na meri Manisha bilkul laal laal jaise humari ghar hi washing Machine hai"

Yeh konsa comparison hua bhai? , Nischay asked.

Umm woh w-washing machine kitne kaam ki hoti hai aur uske bina humare kapde nahi dhoolenge phir hum badboo mei rahenge. Waise hi meri zindagi manisha ke bina badbudar ho jaati hai, Abhishek said and closed his eyes wishing Nischay would buy this excuse.

Nischay nodded, still perplexed. 
Abhishek let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Nischay seemed willing to let the matter slide. But deep down, he couldn't help but smirk again, knowing that the real reason for Manisha's red face was something far more satisfying. 

Abhishek suddenly got a message from Manisha. He looked at Manisha from distance and she was giggling like a child.

Messages

Manisha: ab aya na maza? Maine sab suna.

Abhishek:  chup kar. Pata hai kitne bahane marne pade.

Manisha: Aur washing Machine kya hota hai? Dimag laga leta thoda.

Abhishek: chal Ab mazak udana band kar aur phone rakhde aur dhang se chal warna gir jayegi.

Manisha went offline and Abhishek kept his phone in the pocket.

Everything was good but can the Malhan family handle a pregnant Manisha?
They haven't witnessed her crazy mood swings and childlike behavior  yet.

Let's see how the Malhan's will do it.