Soul Swap: Trapped Forever

"Oh my God! What is all this? So many clothes, jewelry, and all these people from the beauty salon? There's a reception today, and why wasn't I told about it? We just had dinner—what's going on?" Tripti asked, her voice tinged with confusion as she turned to Sonali.

Sonali, her eyes sparkling with excitement, grinned and said "Relax, Bhabi. There's no function today. All these people are here for you! These clothes and jewelry are for you too. Now, quickly choose a beautiful saree."

Tripti's eyes widened. "But why? Am I going somewhere?"

Sonali cleared her throat, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Today is your wedding night, Bhabi. You have to get ready, looking so stunning that Bhaiya will faint when he sees you."

Tripti's face turned as red as a tomato, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had no idea why they were going to such lengths for her wedding night, especially after the dinner was already done. There were so many guests in the house—what would they all think of her? Right now, Tripti just wanted to disappear into a corner and hide from everyone's eyes.

Sonali, noticing her discomfort, leaned in closer and said "Stop blushing, Bhabi. Quickly pick a saree. I'll handle the rest."

Trupti shook her head. "You choose. I can't decide."

She was still feeling overwhelmed, that's why she handed the responsibility to Sonali. She was confused and wasn't sure what to choose. Sonali thought for a moment, then picked a beautiful red and golden saree, draped it over Tripti's shoulders, and looked at her in admiration.

"This one suits you perfectly, Bhabi. You'll look absolutely stunning in it. Just imagine what Bhaiya's reaction will be when he sees you!"

Tripti's blush deepened. "Stop it, Sonali! You're scaring me. I'm starting to feel nervous now."

Sonali placed a reassuring hand on Tripti's shoulder. "Come on, Bhabi. Nothing's going to happen. Don't you remember? He's your husband now, not some stranger. Don't be so nervous. You'll be just fine. I'm heading out now, but by the time I come back, you'll be ready."

As Sonali left, Tripti couldn't help but feel torn between excitement and nervousness. She had heard the playful teasing from Sarvagya earlier that evening, and it had planted seeds of both anticipation and anxiety in her mind. He had been clear: tonight, he wasn't letting her go.

Tripti took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her nerves. She had to look composed and calm, even if her heart was racing. She stepped into the changing room and slowly draped the saree over her body. She couldn't deny that she looked beautiful, but the idea of all the eyes in the house on her made her self-conscious.

As the makeup artists entered, ready to complete her look, Tripti felt a strange sense of discomfort.

"Why are these artists here? Wasn't there anyone in the house who could do my makeup?"

She thought. "Why all this fuss? Sarvagya likes me naturally, so why go through all this trouble for a simple night at home?"

As they worked on her makeup, she found herself lost in thoughts. "I'll just take it off before bed anyway. Why bother with makeup at all?"

But then, one of the makeup artists interrupted her thoughts. "How do you like your look, Madam? Does the hairstyle and makeup suit you?"

Tripti smiled faintly, nodding. "Yes, it's good. I wanted a natural look, and you've highlighted everything beautifully. I'm happy with it."

Just then, Sonali returned, her face lighting up when she saw Tripti. "Wow, Bhabi! You look absolutely amazing. Bhaiya is going to lose his mind when he sees you tonight!"

Tripti's face flushed once more. "Please, stop it, Sonali."

Sonali chuckled. "I'm not joking, Bhabi. You're going to blow him away. At least say thank you for the compliment!"

Before Tripti could reply, Shashank and Sejal walked by. Shashank's eyes instantly locked onto Tripti. He turned to Sejal and asked, "What's all this, Mom? Is Tripti going somewhere?"

Sejal, looking slightly flustered, averted her gaze and said "She's just heading to her room. It's their wedding night, Tripti and Sarvagya's."

Shashank smirked internally. "Wedding night, huh? Sarvagya is in love with someone else. What's the point of celebrating a wedding night that he doesn't even care about? Poor Tripti is just wasting her time getting ready, when Sarvagya probably doesn't even care."

Sejal noticed his expression and said "I know what you're thinking."

Shashank looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Then why this drama, Mom? Tripti must be exhausted. Why do you want to put her through more?"

Sejal, her voice laced with a quiet determination, replied "This is all for Sarvagya. I want to make him jealous. When he sees Tripti, he'll get angry, but won't be able to say anything. His heart might belong to someone else, but tonight, he has to face the fact that Tripti, his wife, is the one in his room. I've made sure she's dressed up perfectly for this moment."

What Sejal didn't realize, however, was that her plan might not unfold the way she expected. Sarvagya wasn't going to get angry—he was going to be thrilled. All of her efforts to stir trouble would only bring him closer to Tripti. Sarvagya wasn't angry, he was excited. And he couldn't wait to see his beautiful wife tonight.

As Sejal walked away with a satisfied smile, Sonali took Tripti's hand and led her to her room. The room was carefully decorated with flowers and soft lighting, and Tripti's heart skipped a beat. It felt surreal, as if she were dreaming. It was her wedding night, a night that would shape the rest of her life, and yet, she couldn't shake the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"Maybe I should stay with you, Sonali. I don't think I'll be able to handle this on my own." Tripti said, her voice trembling slightly as she looked at her sister in law.

Sonali, teasing her with a wink, replied "No need to act shy now, Bhabi. I know what's going on inside that head of yours. You're just a little nervous, but deep down, you're excited. Your heart is racing, and I can see the excitement in your eyes."

Tripti, embarrassed, mumbled "No, it's not like that."

Sonali laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "It's okay, Bhabi. You're allowed to feel a little nervous. But you know, when Sarvagya sees you, you're going to be the most beautiful bride he's ever laid eyes on."

Sejal came in then, her face suddenly serious. "Tripti, don't worry. If you don't feel comfortable, you can tell Sarvagya, and then come back to me. You can stay in my room. But I'm sure you'll be just fine with Sarvagya since both of you love each other."

Tripti, still lost in her own thoughts, silently wondered "What does the so-called step mother of Sarvagya think of me? Why would I leave my husband and go to her? She doesn't even understand how I feel about Sarvagya. He's my world now."

Just then, Sonali interrupted her musings. "Don't worry, Bhabi. My lovely brother won't let you feel uncomfortable. You're his wife, and he's not going to do anything to make you feel uneasy."

Sejal, in a rather joking tone, added "Yes, Tripti. Just trust him. He's not going to hurt you, you know."

Tripti smiled shyly and nodded, but inside, she was still full of questions. Was she really ready for all of this? Was she really ready for the man who had stolen her heart to see her as his wife, in her wedding night saree?

Meanwhile, outside the room, Sarvagya stood, looking dashing in his sherwani. His heart raced as he saw the crowd of women gathered outside, waiting for him to give them gifts before they would let him into his room. But Sarvagya wasn't interested in any of that. He wasn't about to play this game.

"What's all this?" Sarvagya asked, his tone firm as he turned to Shashank.

Shashank grinned, trying to hide his own amusement. "They want their gifts before they let you into your room. You have to play by the rules, Bhaiya."

Sarvagya's patience was wearing thin. "I'm done with these games, Shashank. I'm not playing along anymore. First, you made me do all those rituals today, then got me ready for the wedding night, and now this? I've had enough. Tell them to go away, or I swear I'll reveal all the secrets behind this drama."

Shashank raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine! I'll deal with them. But don't back out now. You've come this far."

Sarvagya sighed, his voice softening. "Just get them out of the way so I can finally go to my room and sleep. That's all I want right now."

Before Shashank could act, Sarvagya's aunt walked up. "You think you can escape all this easily, Sarvagya? No way. You're staying here until I say so. I warned you I'd teach you a lesson tonight."

Sarvagya smiled, trying to stay cool. "It's alright, Aunt. I'm heading to another room. I'll see Tripti later. This house, my wife—everything is mine now. But you, my dear Sweety Bua, will leave tomorrow. So I'll be fine on my own tonight."

Sarvagya turned to leave, but his aunt called him back. "What kind of nephew are you? Are you really not going to apologize? Don't think you can get away with this."

Sarvagya grinned mischievously, pulling his aunt into a hug. "Sorry, Bua. I was just joking. Please, let me go to my room. I need to see how beautiful Tripti looks tonight. Please, Bua. Please."

Sweety rolled her eyes, smiling. "Alright, alright. Go ahead."

After she left, Sarvagya turned to Shashank, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Now it's your turn to deal with these women."

Shashank laughed. "Don't worry, I've got it covered."

Sarvagya, however, couldn't help but think to himself "These people have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. They think I'm doing this for them, but little do they know, it's all for me."

With a smirk, Sarvagya walked towards his room, ready for what awaited him—his bride, his heart, his future.