The wedding was grand, the guests were delighted, and Ashiq was the happiest man alive. He had finally married Chumki, the love of his life. As per tradition, he eagerly awaited their first night together, expecting romance, sweet whispers, and maybe even some shy glances.

But Chumki had a different plan.

As soon as they stepped into their beautifully decorated wedding chamber, Chumki grabbed Ashiq's collar and said in a serious tone,
"Before we start our new life, I have a small request."

Ashiq, like a dutiful husband, smiled warmly. "Anything for you, my love!"

Chumki's eyes sparkled. "Bring me a cat."

Ashiq blinked. "A... what?"

"A cat! A cute, fluffy one!" Chumki clapped her hands excitedly. "I love cats! If you truly love me, you'll get me one right now."

Ashiq gulped. He had heard of grooms being asked for expensive gifts, jewelry, even the moon and stars, but a cat? At midnight?

But love makes men do strange things.

Determined to prove his love, Ashiq set out on his cat-hunting mission. The neighborhood was eerily quiet, and the only living creatures on the streets were a few stray dogs. After some searching, he finally spotted a fat, lazy cat sitting on a wall, licking its paws.

"Perfect!" Ashiq whispered, tiptoeing toward the unsuspecting feline.

Just as he was about to grab it, the cat turned into a ninja! It leaped over his head, dodged his hands, and bolted. Without thinking, Ashiq charged after it like a madman.

What followed was nothing short of a legendary chase.

The cat zigzagged through narrow alleys. Ashiq followed. The cat jumped over fences. Ashiq climbed after it. The cat sprinted into a house. Ashiq, in blind determination, ran in too.

And that's when his fate took a drastic turn.
The Ultimate Blunder

Panting, Ashiq looked around. He was no longer in a street. He was in someone's bedroom.

And not just any bedroom.

A beautifully decorated bridal bedroom. With dim lights. Romantic music playing softly. And in the middle of the bed sat a very confused newlywed bride—who was not Chumki.

Ashiq's soul nearly left his body.

The bride screamed. The groom, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, screamed louder. Ashiq, realizing the gravity of the situation, also screamed.

Then came the footsteps of doom.

The bride's mother-in-law stormed in, followed by the bride's father-in-law, the bride's uncles, cousins, and possibly the entire neighborhood. Within seconds, Ashiq was surrounded.

Someone shouted, "Thief! Thief!"

Another gasped, "No, no, the bride thief!"

Ashiq wanted to explain, but his mouth refused to work. Instead, his mind screamed at him: HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?!

Before he could react, an angry slipper flew straight at his face. Then another. And another. The room turned into a slipper battlefield, with Ashiq as the only target.
The Rescue Mission

Meanwhile, Chumki was getting impatient. It had been over an hour.

"Where is my husband? Did he go all the way to Mars to get a cat?" she muttered.

Then, out of nowhere, a little boy from the neighborhood ran up to her house, gasping, "Your husband got caught! In another woman's room!"

Chumki's eyes widened. "WHAT?!"

With the speed of a storm, she ran toward the chaos, where a half-conscious Ashiq was lying on the floor, buried under a pile of slippers.