It all happened so fast. This morning, I didn’t know my life was about to change forever. By the end of the day, I was married. And not to a stranger, but to someone who had been a part of my family – my sister-in-law. Yes, the same woman I called "bhabi" just hours ago was now my wife. Confused? Let me tell you how it all unfolded.

One year ago, my elder brother married Avantika. Their wedding was a joyous occasion, and life seemed perfect. My brother worked in Italy, while my parents and I stayed back home. I was a carefree university student, busy with my studies and friends. Avantika quickly became an essential part of our family. She wasn’t just my brother’s wife; she was like a sister to me and a daughter to my parents. My mother treated her like her own child, teaching her...