Author's POV:-
Feeling breathless, she softly patted his chest, prompting him to reluctantly pull back. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her composure. He tenderly connected their foreheads, noticing her red, swollen lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.~
She was looking down, gasping for breath, her lips red and swollen. His gaze lingered on her while she felt shivers down her spine under his intense scrutiny. She instinctively closed her eyes as she felt him leaning in. He kissed her cheek, his hands completely embracing her, encircling around her waist and pulling her closer towards him. His lips lingered for a good while on her cheek before pulling away.
The sensation made her blush even deeper, and she instinctively attempted to move away, but he caught her wrist.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice low.
"Down...stairs..." she replied, her gaze still fixed on the ground
He held her waist, pulling her closer to him until their bodies were almost touching.
"Like this?" he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. She felt him leaning in closer, his one hand leaving her waist to gently brush against the corner of her lips, sending shivers down her spine.
As she shivered slightly, her heart racing at his touch, she felt his gaze on her lips, prompting her to slightly bite her lip. "Don't bite your lips." she heard him say, his voice low and husky.
She felt him leaning in again slowly, causing her breath to catch in her throat and heat to rise to her cheeks as she instinctively closed her eyes. Sensing her reaction, he leaned in even more, whispering softly,
"I'm here to do that for you." before pressing a tender kiss to her other cheek. Her hand clutched the squeal of his tshirt as she felt his lips linger against her skin, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red now.
He pulled away, slowly guiding her until her back met the wall, his gaze unwavering and intense, causing her cheeks to flush even deeper.
"Aaryansh ji..." she blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Ji, Meera ji" he responded, his voice low and velvety as he leaned in closer, while she kept her hand on his chest.
"A-aap aaj ..office ni..jaoge?" she asked, trying to divert his attention.
"Aap kaho to na jaun?" he replied, his tone playful yet husky, as he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her even closer to him, making her clutch his tshirt tightly again.
She felt his warmth enveloping her as he drew near.
"So biwi, you aren't laughing anymore?" He teased, his tone low and playful as he whispered near her ear. She could sense the pride in his voice, causing her cheeks to flush even more as she looked down.
".... S-sorry...." She stammered out.
She felt his warm breath against her earlobe as he leaned in closer, causing her to clutch his shirt even tighter. One of his hands pressed against the wall beside her, while the other pulled her closer by her waist.
"Why?" His breath was warm against her earlobe, making her shiver slightly. She hesitantly shook her head, unable to form a coherent response and attempted to move away, but he didn't let her. Instead, he pulled her even closer, his embrace tightening around her waist.
"Stay." he murmured, encircling his arms around her and pulling her into a gentle hug, his head nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
Her heart beat fast as she felt him snuggling into her, his embrace comforting yet overwhelming. She
encircled her arms around his neck, tiptoeing to his level. As she did, he pulled her even closer
"Bhaii bhabhi, Mumma's calling you" Riya's voice broke the moment.
She backed away instinctively.
"Uh- Coming.." she said, trying to compose herself.
"Okie" Riya replied and left.
She again attempted to walk away, but he caught her wrist.
"I want your number." he said.
She looked up at him and nodded.
"W-wo..phone..." she stammered a bit as he still held her.
He let go of her and handed her his phone. She typed her number, feeling his eyes on her as she did.
After typing, she hesitated, feeling unsure about what to do next. He watched her as she slightly bit her lips.
She looked up at him and handed the phone back to him. "Save it" he said , noticing she hadn't saved it yet.
She nodded and proceeded to save her number, but got confused about what name to use.
'Do you have multiple names?' her inner voice chimed in, urging her to just save what her name is. She typed 'Meera' and returned his phone.
He took it, keeping it aside.
"I'll...get going..." she said, feeling flustered, and left hurriedly.
He noticed her tomato-red cheeks and couldn't help but smile. Retrieving his phone, he changed her name from 'Meera' to 'Wife'
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She walked past Riya's room but stopped upon hearing a familiar voice, the voice she was so in love with.
Intrigued, she entered Riya's room, finding the door slightly ajar. Knocking softly, she waited until Riya invited her in.
"Bhabhi!" Riya exclaimed excitedly and hugged her. Meera smiled and reciprocated the hug.
"Good morning, bacha" she said.
Riya pulled back and said,
"Good morning, bhabhi. Come, let's sit" as she held Meera's hand and guided her to the bed.
"Um... If I'm not wrong, you were listening to AR..?" She asked, to which Riya got surprised.
"Yes, bhabhi, you know him??" Riya asked, astonished.
Meera smiled. "Haan.. I know him. He sings so well. I listen to his cover song daily" she said, a smile gracing her lips.
A knowing smile crept onto Riya's face.
"His voice is so deep and mesmerizing.
But the only problem is, he has only posted two covers in the past two years. He didn't even reveal his identity." she continued, her tone upset.
A wide smile spread across Riya's lips as she noticed Meera's reaction.
"I know right, bhabhi? He should post more of his covers, haina?" Riya asked.
"Hmm" Meera replied in an upset tone. Riya, noticing her expression, took her phone and played a song. It was a cover with a touch of guitar, featuring a deep and mesmerizing voice. It was a rendition of the song
'Chahun Main Ya Na."
"This is my favourite cover of his" she said, listening intently and getting lost in the voice. Riya smiled, noticing Meera's reaction, and closed her eyes, fully immersed in the music.
After the song ended, they both snapped out of their reverie, returning to reality. "The voice... I'll never get over his voice. I love hi—" she said, interrupted by a voice that made both of them flinch as they looked up.
"Excuse me?" His voice cut through the air, startling both of them. They looked up to find him standing near the door, his one hand in his pocket, a stern expression on his face, and his brow raised as he stared directly at her.
Riya quickly closed her phone and stood up, trying to gauge if he had heard the song. Meera also rose to her feet.
"What's going on here?" he asked, his tone firm, sending a slight shiver down their spines.
Riya feared he had heard the song, her mind racing to find an explanation. "Whom do you love?" he asked her, striding toward them.
She looked confused, her gaze shifting between him and Riya, while Riya let out a silent sigh of relief, realizing he hadn't heard the voice.
"What were you saying?" he pressed, his stern demeanor heightening their fear.
She understood his implication and responded quickly, "No no no I meant... I love the voice—"
"Whose voice?" he interjected.
"It's... a singer..." She replied hesitantly
"I.. was talking about a.. singer."
"A singer?" he repeated, his voice firm.
Riya swiftly intervened, "Yes, yes, just a singer. Let's head downstairs bhai; everyone must be waiting for us for breakfast."
"What singer?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on her.
Meera, feeling torn, searched for the right words, unsure of what he wanted to hear. While Riya looked at him, trying to decipher why he was so insistent.
"Just a random singer, bhai, someone she admire. Shall we go now...?" She said, attempting to redirect the conversation, but Meera shot her a look that silently communicated, 'Not just a random singer' with a slight pout.
He noticed her expression
"Give me your phone, Riya" he demanded, his tone firm, extending his hand expectantly.
"WHY !?" Riya exclaimed, her voice rising a notch, taken aback as she instinctively hid her phone behind her back.
"What? Just give me the phone. I want to listen to that singer. Can't I?" he insisted, taking a step closer, but Riya backed away protectively, clutching her phone tightly.
"NOO!" she refused adamantly, surprising both Meera and him.
"What?" he snapped, his frustration evident.
"Bhai..... Mumma and the rest of the family must be waiting for us downstairs... We shouldn't keep them waiting na? Let's go now" Riya suggested, abruptly changing the subject and hurrying off, leaving Meera more confused.
She turned to him, finding his gaze fixed on her, his expression resembling that of an angry kid.
After a brief moment of eye contact, he too turned away and left, his demeanor still slightly stern.
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On the other hand
Sid had just concluded a deal and was preparing to leave the venue when he overheard raised voices behind him. Turning around, he saw a girl shouting at a guy before delivering a powerful slap that sent him stumbling to the ground.
"What do you think of yourself? I'll let you speak whatever shit you want to speak?" the girl yelled, commanding the attention of everyone around them. She was standing at a distance.
The whispers of the people around were clearly audible.
He couldn't see her face as her back was turned towards him, but he somewhat admired her strength.
Security quickly intervened, escorting the guy out of the venue while apologizing profusely to the girl. She ordered his removal with authority, and they complied without question.
Feeling a sense of pride, he assumed she must have had a valid reason for her actions and commended her silently. Just as he leaned forward to catch a glimpse of her face, his phone rang, diverting his attention.
After concluding his conversation, he started to leave. As he passed by the same girl and an elderly lady with her now, the girl suddenly grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled him towards her.
"He is my boyfriend." she declared, causing his eyes to widen in shock as his gaze fell upon her.
"Excuse me!?" he exclaimed, his voice reflecting his bewilderment as he tried to make sense.
Siddharth's POV-
As I turned to leave after finishing my call, someone suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "He is my boyfriend!" A girl exclaimed, her words causing my eyes to widen in shock as I looked at her. It was the same joker girl from that incident with the pretty bhabhi that day!
"Excuse me?" I blurted out, utterly bewildered by her claim. Me? Her boyfriend? Is she out of her mind?
"Grandma, now do you believe me?" she said, seemingly ignoring my incredulity. Her grandmother glanced at me briefly, from head to toe.
Hello?
"This handsome young man is your boyfriend?" the grandmother inquired, leaving me utterly flabbergasted.
Are they both mad?
I pulled my arm away from the girl's grip, feeling increasingly confused and irritated. "What on earth are you saying?" I demanded, wondering if she was drunk or simply delusional.
"What happened, baby? Are you still angry with me?" she asks,
NOT THAT BABY WORD!
Before I could respond, she leaned in and whispered urgently,
"Pleasee....., just go along with it for now......I'll explain everything later..... please....."
"What—" I started
"Are you really her boyfriend?" the grandmother pressed, and I opened my mouth to deny it, only to be interrupted once more.
"Of course, grandma, don't you trust me?" the girl interjected confidently.
"Chup reh! Warne ek lagaungi kaan ke niche." Her grandmother warned.
What is she even waiting for?
(Shut up! Or else I'll box your ears)
Her grandmother locked eyes with me, her gaze penetrating deep into my soul. "Is she really your girlfriend?" she asked, her tone demanding an honest answer.
"TF!" I exclaimed, my voice coming out a little too loud as the joker girl pinched my arm, making me wince. Is she completely out of her mind?
She urged me, squeezing her eyes shut, while her grandmother continued to stare at me intensely. She's literally eye-assaulting me!
"Pleaseeeeee..." the girl whispered urgently, her plea echoing in my ears.
"Are you?" her grandmother asked, her tone leaving no room for evasion.
"Yes, grandma, he is..." she said, her grandmother's gaze still fixed on mine.
"Pleaseeee..." she pleaded once again, her desperation palpable.
"Y-yes" I stammered, finally giving in. Would her grandmother stop looking at me like that now?
As soon as I reluctantly said yes, her grandma, out of nowhere, grabbed hold of my ears. "AAAAA! AUNTYY!!!" I screamed in pain, the sudden agony drawing all eyes toward us. It was excruciating, and I urgently begged her to let go of my goddamn ear.
I shot that rude girl a glare. Do I look like some kind of joker to them?
"Grandma, what are you doing!? Leave him!" She exclaimed, pulling her grandmother's hand away from my ear. As soon as her grandma's hand was out of my ear, I hurriedly took four steps back, eager to put some distance between us.
"Bad young boy. Why didn't you come yesterday when my granddaughter called you? You made my granddaughter cry" the grandma scolded me, her words leaving me utterly bewildered. Are they both this delusional?
She scrunched her nose and pulled that granny into a corner, seemingly to have a private conversation.
Finally, this was my chance to escape. As I made my way to leave, her grandma called out, and I shut my eyes in frustration.
"Young man! Stay right there!" she commanded, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the free show.
As the granny approached me again, presumably to pull my ear once more, I hurriedly took a step back and held onto my ear protectively. "No no! I'm not going anywhere!" I insisted, hoping to deter her. The girl intervened just in time, grabbing her grandma's hand before it could reach my ear, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grandma, stop it!" the girl urged, leading her grandma away to have another hushed conversation.
This is getting ridiculous. I shot a glare at one of the workers, silently demanding that they empty this place or else I'd become tomorrow's headline news. The worker nodded hesitantly and went to speak to the manager, and soon enough, the place was cleared out. The manager and everyone knew who I was, so they wouldn't take any chances.
I glanced at that girl and her grandmother. Hell? Now what? Why is her granny looking at me like she's about to burst into tears? What the hell that girl is cooking up in her grandma's ears?
They approached me once again, and I instinctively took a step back as the granny moved closer, her expression now one of disappointment and sadness. Fearful of another assault on my ears, I leaned back, but instead, she extended her hand and proceeded to pull my cheeks. NOW SHE'S PULLING MY CHEEKS.
Oh God I'll cry now. What on earth is going on here? My brother. I need to call him and get out of this situation before I had a complete mental breakdown right here.
Before I could react, the girl intervened, pulling her grandmother away from me. "Grandma, now that you've met him, let's go now..." she said firmly. I sensed her grandmother was going to decline, but the girl didn't give her the chance. "Grandma, please." she pleaded.
"You go and get in the car. I'll come later." She said, and her grandma finally relented after glancing at me and then at her granddaughter.
"When is the wedding date?" she suddenly asked out of nowhere, confirming my suspicion that they both needed treatment.
"Dadii!! Stop it! Go now!!" the girl exclaimed, dragging her grandma away gently. I heaved a sigh of relief as she left.
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Meanwhile
Author's POV:-
As everyone sat at the dining table, she positioned herself beside him, sneakily stealing glances in his direction.
Soon after, his grandfather cleared his throat and addressed them both. "Aaryansh. Meera beta" he called out their names, and they both looked up at him, along with the others.
"Jii dadaji" she responded politely, awaiting his question.
"Did you both go anywhere after your... marriage?" his grandfather asked, attempting to sound stern but not quite succeeding. She looked at him, unsure of how to respond.
"Never." he replied, sounding almost like he was complaining.
To be continued ~
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