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I know I'm late, but hope this chapter works a apology, the longest chapter I've ever written with 6k words.
Once more sorry, I was stucked in my studies, and my boards are her too hope you'll Will understand.
As Avyaan stepped out of the car, he gently lifted Ishika into his arms, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil that had been brewing inside him. His heart swelled with a mix of emotions - love, concern, and a hint of desperation.
He walked into the Rajput house, the warm glow of the hall lights enveloping them as they entered. The entire family, gathered in the hall, rushed towards them, their faces etched with concern.
"What happened to her?" Ishika's mother asked, her voice laced with a mix of worry and accusation. Her eyes narrowed, searching for answers, as Avyaan's heart sank under the weight of their scrutiny.
Avyaan's expression remained calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of pain, a deep-seated anguish that threatened to surface. "Nothing, maa, she's just sleeping," he replied softly, forcing a reassuring smile onto his lips. The words felt hollow, inadequate, as he struggled to convey the complexity of his emotions.
The silence that followed was deafening, a heavy blanket of unspoken words and unresolved tensions. Ishika's mother nodded curtly, her eyes never leaving Avyaan's face.
He felt a pang of hurt, knowing he had wounded them deeply, and the weight of his mistakes threatened to crush him. The air was thick with unspoken accusations, and Avyaan's heart ached with the knowledge that he had to make amends.
With one last, reassuring smile, Avyaan turned and walked upstairs, Ishika still cradled in his arms. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he escaped the oppressive atmosphere of the hall.
He gently laid her on the bed, dimming the lights to ensure she wouldn't be disturbed. As he sat on the floor beside her, his eyes drank in the peaceful lines of her face, and his heart swelled with love and adoration.
His hand instinctively reached out, tracing the contours of her cheeks with a soft, tender touch. His eyes never left her face, and for the first time in months, he felt his breathing slow, his heart rate steady. He was alive again, connected to the world around him through the fragile thread of Ishika's presence.
As his thumb brushed against her lower lip, a jolt of electricity ran through him, awakening a deep well of emotions. He felt the room spin around him, and his senses reel with the intensity of his feelings, he was rubbing her lower lip softly but slowly it turned out to be a little harsh,He was lost in his own world, drowning in the depths of his emotions.
Suddenly, Ishika stirred, her slight movement jolting Avyaan back to reality. "What am I doing?" he muttered to himself, horrified. "For God's sake, she's sleeping." He felt a wave of self-reproach wash over him, and his eyes dropped in shame.
He rose to his feet, careful not to disturb her, and walked into the washroom. The cold water of the shower cascaded down his body, soothing his frayed nerves. His eyes closed, and Ishika's face floated before him, a vision of peace in the midst of chaos.
He felt his heart rate slow, his breathing steady, as the water washed away his doubts and fears.
Coming out of the shower, Avyaan wrapped a towel around his torso, the water droplets cascading down his chiseled body like a symphony of desire.
His hair, damp and disheveled, framed his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline. As he walked outside in the balcony, the cold breeze caressed his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
His palm grasped the railing, his eyes drifting towards the star-studded sky. The moon, a silver crescent, hung low, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.
His mother's face floated before him, but this time, instead of sadness, a warm smile spread across his lips. "I miss you, maa," he whispered, the words carried away by the wind.
With one last gaze at the moon, he turned, his footsteps echoing through the silence. But as he entered the room, his heart skipped a beat. The bed was empty, Ishika nowhere to be seen. His gaze scanned the room, coming to rest on the open door of the washroom. He walked inside, his eyes locking onto her slender figure, her back facing him.
Without a word, he reached out, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. But before he could say anything, she let out a blood-curdling scream, "Ahhhhhhhh!" The sound echoed through the room, sending shivers down his spine.
Instinctively, he clamped his palm over her mouth, pulling her close, his body pinning hers against the wall.
Their eyes met, the air thick with tension. Ishika's face flushed a deep crimson as she realized Avyaan was standing before her, clad only in a towel, his body inches from hers.
The towel, precarious in its perch, threatened to unravel, exposing him further. Avyaan's eyes, dark and intense, burned with a fire that seemed to sear Ishika's very soul.
As they stood there, locked in a silent understanding, the world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire, the promise of forbidden pleasure. The air vibrated with anticipation, the silence between them a palpable, living thing.
And then, without a word, Avyaan's lips came crashing down on Ishika's, the kiss a fiery explosion of passion, a declaration of intent.
The world around them dissolved into chaos, the only sound the ragged beat of their hearts, the only truth the all-consuming desire that threatened to devour them whole.
As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their passion. The kiss was like a wildfire, spreading its flames through every inch of their bodies, consuming them with an unquenchable thirst for each other.
Avyaan's hands, gentle yet possessive, cradled Ishika's face, his fingers tracing the curves of her cheeks, her jawline, her lips. Ishika's arms, like tendrils of a vine, wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.
Their lips danced, a slow, sensual waltz, each movement a testament to the love that burned between them. The air was heavy with the scent of desire, the sound of their ragged breathing the only music they needed.
As they kissed, the towel that had been Avyaan's only covering slipped, falling to the floor with a soft whisper. Ishika's eyes, though closed, seemed to sense the change, her body responding with a shiver of anticipation.
Avyaan's hands, now free to roam, traced the curves of Ishika's body, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. Ishika's skin, sensitive and responsive, thrilled to his touch, her body arching into his, seeking more.
The kiss deepened, becoming a fusion of their very souls. They were no longer two separate entities, but one being, united in their love, their passion, their desire. The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their love.
Ishika's chest heaved up and down, her lungs burning from lack of air as Avyaan's lips devoured hers. She tapped frantically on his shoulder, her fingers digging deep into his skin, but he was oblivious, lost in the bliss of their kiss. Her nails scratched gently, a desperate attempt to break free from the intoxicating spell he had cast.
But Avyaan's hands only roamed further, his fingers tracing the curves of her neck, her waist, his palm coming to rest on her stomach, where their unborn child lay.
His touch sent shivers down her spine, and his lips hungrily explored hers, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
Ishika's taps grew more insistent, her breathing shallow and rapid. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head spun, but still, Avyaan didn't relent. Finally, he broke away, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with concern and passion.
As Ishika gasped for air, her eyes widened in shock, her gaze drifting down to the floor. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room, as she spun around, her back to Avyaan. Her face burned with embarrassment, and her heart raced with excitement.
Avyaan's eyes stretched in confusion, his gaze following Ishika's to the floor. That's when he realized his towel had slipped, leaving him fully exposed. A sly smirk spread across his lips, and he chuckled, the sound low and husky.
"Biwi, I think you're really desperate to scream, isn't it?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement and affection.
Ishika's eyes widened, her face a deep shade of crimson. She turned to respond, but spun back around, her eyes avoiding Avyaan's naked form. Her cheeks burned, and her heart fluttered.
"Avyaan, wrap that towel fast!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with embarrassment and laughter.
Avyaan chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Why so?" he questioned, his voice innocent and teasing.
Ishika turned again, her eyes flashing with annoyance, but she quickly spun back around, her face aflame. "Just wrap it, Avyaan!" she cried, her voice husky with emotion, a chuckle left his mouth looking at her cute antics.
Avyaan's smirk grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He knew he had her right where he wanted her - flustered, embarrassed, and utterly in love.
As Avyaan picked up the towel from the floor, Ishika spoke up, her voice laced with amusement, "Done?" Her eyes sparkled with mirth, her lips curled into a playful smile.
Avyaan's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah," he replied, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Ishika's spine.
Ishika turned calmly, but her eyes widened in surprise as she took in Avyaan's still-naked form. She spun around instantly, her face aflame, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"What's your problem? Do you love flexing your naked body, patidev?" Her voice trembled with laughter, her eyes shining with amusement.
Avyaan's smirk grew even wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement. As he wrapped the towel around his torso, he quipped, "Yeah, because my biwi loves to see that flex, isn't it?" His voice dripped with seduction, his eyes burning with desire.
Ishika's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "No, I don't!" she exclaimed, her voice loud and indignant, but her eyes betrayed her, sparkling with mirth.
Avyaan chuckled, his eyes glinting with mirth. "Okay, okay, but why are you hiding your face from seeing it, darling? Isn't it true that you've already seen... or should I make you remember that you've ever sat on that, getting pleasure that-" His voice trailed off, his eyes burning with intensity.
Ishika's face turned a deep shade of red, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "Stopppp!" she cried, her voice trembling with laughter, her hands flying to cover her face.
Avyaan's hands reached out, grasping Ishika's waist and pulling her close. Her soft back landed against his hard, broad chest, his hands wrapping securely around her face. He placed his chin on her shoulder, inhaling deeply as her scent filled his nostrils.
He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "Mine," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, his heart overflowing with love.
Ishika's face was still flushed, but a smile played on her lips. "How dirty you talk, na? Have some shame, niralj prani. You're going to be a father now." Her voice trembled with laughter, her eyes shining with amusement.
Avyaan's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Why should I have shame? And remember, with talking dirty, we've done many of those things... that's why we're going to be parents, isn't it?" His voice dripped with seduction, his eyes burning with desire.
Ishika's face flushed deeper, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "This man is impossible," she whispered, her head falling back against his shoulder as she closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.
"Avyaan," Ishika whispered, her voice husky and sweet, like a gentle breeze on a summer day, "Hmmm," he hummed, his eyes still closed, his face relaxed, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath.
But his eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Ishika's, as she spoke her next words. "I wanna eat brownie." Her voice was laced with a hint of craving, her eyes sparkling with desire.
Avyaan's eyebrows shot up, his expression incredulous. "At this time?" he questioned, his voice tinged with amusement, his tone playful.
Ishika's eyes flashed, her face set in a determined expression. "How rude, your pregnant wife is asking for something to eat, and all you care about is time? Really?" Her voice trembled with emotion, her words dripping with accusation, her heart beating with a mix of love and frustration.
Avyaan's eyes widened, his face a picture of innocence. "How dramatic," he muttered, his voice laced with teasing, his eyes glinting with amusement.
But Ishika was having none of it. "Don't look at me like that, bring brownie fast," she commanded, her voice firm, her eyes flashing with authority, as she walked out of his hold, striding out of the room with a sense of purpose.
Avyaan watched her go, still confused by her sudden change in mood. But before he could process his thoughts, Ishika halted in her tracks, spinning around to face him. Her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her face set in a determined expression.
Her eyes flashed, her finger pointing accusingly at him. "If you step out of this room, or even out of this washroom, naked, then I will cut you into pieces," she threatened, her voice low and deadly, her words sending a shiver down Avyaan's spine.
Avyaan's eyes widened, his face pale. "What the hell?" he muttered, the only words that escaped his lips, as he struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in Ishika's mood.
Shaking his head, he reached for his phone, which lay on the mirror table. He searched online for information about pregnancy, and the first words he read made him nod in understanding. "Mood swings," he muttered, a look of comprehension crossing his face, as the pieces fell into place.
He ordered brownies online, which would arrive in 20 minutes. Placing his phone down, he turned to leave the washroom, but Ishika's words echoed in his mind "if you went out of this room even out of this washroom naked then, I will cut you into pieces", making him gulp.
He hastily reached for his clothes, which lay scattered on the floor. Slipping into his white shirt, he followed it up with his formal black trousers.
Only then did he feel safe enough to step out of the washroom, his heart still racing from the sudden encounter.
He walked out of the washroom, and his gaze immediately stopped at her figure standing in the balcony, bathed in the soft, silvery moonlight that cascaded down on her like a gentle caress.
His eyes then shifted towards the clock, and he was surprised to see that it was already one o'clock, the late hour a testament to the deep, engrossing conversation they had shared earlier.
He walked towards her, his feet making soft creaking sounds on the floor, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. He wrapped his arms around her waist carefully, making sure not to startle her, his touch gentle and soothing.
He put his chin on her shoulder, feeling her warmth, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the soft beating of her heart.
"Aren't you sleepy?" he questioned, his voice low and husky, filled with concern, his words laced with a deep affection.
But her response made his eyes widen in surprise. "Of course not, till I get my ice cream," she said, her voice firm and determined, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
He nodded, still trying to process her words, his mind racing with the sudden change in her demand. But then his mind flashed back to their earlier conversation. "But you asked for brownie, na?" he questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
Her casual response made him laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that came from the pit of his stomach. "But now I want ice cream, na," she said, her voice dripping with nonchalance, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint.
He chuckled and spoke in a dramatic tone, his voice filled with exaggeration. "Jitne jaldi girgit rang nahi badalta, utne jaldi toh tumhare mood swings badalte hain, priye."
(You change your mood swings faster than a chameleon changes its color, my love.)
But his words had an unexpected effect. She turned to him abruptly, her eyes flashing with anger, her face set in a determined expression. "Excuse me!" she spoke, her voice low and menacing, her expression turning into a baddie glare.
"Did you just call me girgit?" she questioned, her voice rising, her eyes blazing with fury, her words dripping with accusation.
He questioned his own words, wondering how he had inadvertently offended her. "Heinnn, no, I didn't call-" he started to explain, but she cut him off mid-sentence.
"Such a liar, patidev!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with accusation, her eyes flashing with anger. "You just called me girgit!" she pointed her index finger at him, her eyes blazing with fury, her face set in a determined expression.
He tried to explain, his voice coming out low and placating. "No, I was just giving an example..." He spoke softly, trying to calm her down, his words filled with a deep affection.
But she wasn't having it. "No, you just compared me to a girgit!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "Means you think I'm the one among them!" she accused, her eyes blazing with fury, her face set in a determined expression.
Before he could respond, she punched him on the chest, the sudden impact making him take a step back, his eyes widening in surprise. He watched in surprise as she walked into the bedroom, murmuring to herself, her words inaudible.
"Darling, I didn't mean-" he started to explain, but before he could finish, a pillow landed on his face, cutting off his words, the soft impact making him stumble backward.
He looked up to see her glaring at him, sitting on the bed, her arms crossed, her eyes flashing with anger, her face set in a determined expression. He made a crying face, trying to appease her, his eyes filled with a deep affection, his heart beating with love.
But she just turned her face to the other side, her hands folded near her chest, her body language screaming, "I'm not talking to you!" The silence between them was palpable, the tension thick, the air heavy with unspoken words.
He chuckled, gazing adoringly at her adorable face, but when she glared at him, his expression transformed into that of a very innocent human. "Now you won't even confront me? I mean, wowwwww!" Her voice dripped with drama, her words laced with a hint of frustration and playful annoyance.
Without uttering another word, he lay down in front of her, his stomach touching the floor, and joined his hands upwards towards his head in a pleading gesture, his eyes locked on hers, filled with love and supplication.
"Maaf Karo biwi, agar tumhe lagta hai tum girgit ho toh, duniya ki sabse khubsurat girgit ho." He spoke in one breathless go, his voice filled with emotion, his words dripping with sincerity.
(Forgive me, wife, if you think you're a chameleon, then you're the most beautiful chameleon in the world.)
Then, he looked up at her face, her nose red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury, her expression a perfect blend of anger and adorable. "Ayyannnnnnn!" she screamed, making him close his ears with his palms, a gesture of mock defense, and wonder what he had done wrong, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Before he could utter a word, a knock on the door made them turn towards the sound, breaking the spell of their banter.
He turned his gaze towards her, and she glared at him, her eyes still blazing with fury, her expression unyielding. "Dekh kya rahe ho? Jao darwaja kholo!" Her voice was commanding and bossy, with a hint of irritation.
(What are you looking at? Go open the door!)
He nodded innocently, his eyes still locked on hers, and walked towards the door, opening it to reveal Rahul standing on the doorstep with a small bag of groceries, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Here's your brownie," Rahul said with a smirk on his face, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Avyaan took the bag and glared at Rahul, his eyes narrowing, his expression mock-angry. "What's that smirk?" Avyaan questioned in a low voice, his tone playful.
Rahul teased, "What? My life, my rules. Bye, enjoy with girgit!" Avyaan's eyes widened in anger, his expression faux-outraged.
"You donkey!" he glared at Rahul with a whisper, his voice laced with playful annoyance. Rahul poked his cheeks and screamed a little to reach Ishika's ears, "Di, look! Jiju is calling me a donkey!" Avyaan's eyes widened further, his expression a perfect blend of mock-anger and amusement.
He turned to look at Ishika, but gulped, looking at her furious face, her eyes blazing with anger, her expression unyielding. Suddenly, another pillow landed on his face, making his facial expression one of mock-crying, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
Rahul chuckled and ran from there, "How dare you call my brother a donkey? Does my family look like a zoo to you?" He pushed the door shut with his leg and walked towards Ishika with his head low, a gesture of mock-defeat.
"Aaj kiski shakal dekh kar utha bhagwan main?" He whispered to himself, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips, but somewhere deep within, he was reveling in this moment, savoring every second of this delightful banter. Her anger, her yapping, everything about her in this moment was intoxicatingly captivating.
Flashbacks came flooding into his mind, memories of how everything started with these very banters, and how they still continued to this day, a beautiful, unbreakable cycle of love and laughter. His eyes never left her face, drinking in the sight of her yapping, angry expression, and yet, his heart swelled with love and adoration.
He smiled warmly, a deep sense of reassurance washing over him, and his soul whispered a promise - to love her, to cherish her, and to revel in these delightful banters for the rest of his life. "I want to see you like this for my whole life," his heart echoed, a deep, fervent prayer.
He sat beside her, gently cupping her cheeks, his touch soothing, calming her yapping storm. "Enough, look, your face has become all red," he spoke calmly, his voice a tranquil breeze, his smile a warm, comforting blanket.
"Just because of you," she pointed her index finger at him, accusation sparkling in her eyes. He pecked her nose, a soft, gentle kiss, his eyes locked on hers, filled with love and adoration.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," he whispered near her lips, his breath caressing her skin, making her inside turmoil calm, like a peaceful lake on a windless day.
"Here, your brownie," he passed it to her, but she handed it back, a sly smile spreading across her face. "You eat, I'm sleepy," she spoke, her voice husky, her eyes drooping, as she lay down on the bed, her body relaxing, surrendering to the allure of sleep.
"But I'm not pregnant, na?" She looked at him with a scrunched face, confusion and amusement dancing in her eyes, like 'Where's the logic in this?' But she turned her face away, ready to drift off to sleep, and spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "Toh banjao pregnant or khalo."
(Then become pregnant and eat it.)
His mouth hung open, shock and amusement warring for dominance. She turned once more, a sly glint in her eye. "Kya hua, main kardu pregnant?" (His eyes widened, incredulity and laughter battling for control. "What the hell?" His mouth left these words hanging in the air.
What happened, should I make you pregnant?)
"Tharki aurat," he spoke, looking at her smirked face, his eyes shining with amusement, his heart filled with love and adoration.
(Dirty-minded woman)
"Sangat ka asar hai patidev," she spoke playfully, her voice dripping with mischief, and closed her eyes, within minutes, sleep captured her body, and she drifted into a deep slumber.
(It's the company's influence, husband)
Next morning
"Avyaannnnnnnnnnn!" Her scream echoed through the bedroom, reverberating even in the floor corridor, making Rahul, sitting in the hall, close his ears with a smirk, knowing something was about to go down with his jiju soon.
The sound of her voice sent shivers down Avyaan's spine, and he hastily wrapped a towel around his torso, his heart racing with anticipation.
"Haa biwi!" Avyaan screamed from the shower, his face turned serious without another thought, and he ran outside, the water droplets on his body glistening in the morning light.
"What happened?" he questioned, as soon as he opened the door and saw her sitting on the bed, having just woken up from her sleep, her hair disheveled, her eyes puffy, but still, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, her presence filling the room with an intoxicating aura.
She glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger, her face set in a determined expression, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Why the hell did you eat my brownie?" Avyaan huffed and fell against the beside wall, his expression sheepish, his eyes cast downward, a wave of guilt washing over him.
"I'm asking you something, Avyaan!" Her stern voice made him stand straight, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a deep affection, his heart beating with love, his soul stirring with devotion.
"Saans toh lene do biwi," he breathed, and walked towards her, his footsteps slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers, until she screamed once more, "Areee nich prani, why are you wetting the floor?" Avyaan looked at his body, water drops falling down on the floor, and chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement, a hint of mischief dancing on his lips.
(Let me breathe, wife)
But suddenly, a dirty thought crept into his mind, "So, should I make you wet?" He leaned in a little, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a deep desire, his heart pounding with excitement, only to receive a light slap on his cheeks.
"Shadappp!" Ishika exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her face set in a playful expression, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips.
(Shut up!)
Avyaan looked at her with his oh-so-innocent eyes, his expression a perfect blend of mischief and apology, his heart filled with love and adoration for her. "What about my brownie?" Ishika asked, her voice firm, but her eyes betraying a hint of a smile.
Avyaan slapped his forehead, cursing himself for eating the brownie after she slept. "Sorry, Ranisa, it was my fault. Mere dil fisal gaya aapka brownie dekh kar, aur aapko bhi toh humne ye ghor anarth anajane mein krdiya. Hume shama karre."
(Sorry, Queen, it was my fault. My heart slipped seeing your brownie, and I also did this grave injustice unknowingly. Forgive me.)
He spoke with his head bowed down and hand on the back, his antic tone making Ishika laugh, her laughter music to his ears, a symphony of joy that filled his heart with happiness. When he didn't hear her voice, he looked at her, and her laughter made him smile, his eyes never leaving her face.
She was looking adorable, her eyes sparkling with mirth, her face lit up with joy, her presence filling the room with an intoxicating aura.
After a moment, when she realized his gaze on her, she stopped laughing and asked, "What?" Avyaan nodded his head in nothing, a sly smile still playing on his lips.
He was about to move inside the washroom when Ishika spoke again, "Avyaannnnnn!" Avyaan squeezed his eyes shut, and turned slowly with an oh-so-innocent face.
"Yeah, baby?" His voice was sweet and low, filled with affection, his eyes locked on hers, filled with love, his heart beating with excitement.
"It's 10 in the morning. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Ishika asked, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance, her eyes narrowing slightly, a wave of frustration washing over her.
Avyaan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. Now, get up, get ready, and have your breakfast first." Ishika nodded, and Avyaan left for the washroom, whistling a soft tune, his heart filled with love and adoration for his beautiful wife, his soul stirring with devotion.
Rathore mansion
"Yash, don't add more flowers, make it look a little aesthetic," Shreya holding the ladder spoke, her voice laced with a hint of creativity, her eyes shining with excitement, as she gazed at the decorations.
While Yash standing on that decorating looked down at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement, his face lit up with a warm smile.
"Come here and do it yourself," he spoke, his tone playful, yet tinged with a hint of challenge, his voice dripping with confidence.
"I was just giving an opinion," Shreya spoke, rolling her eyes on him, her expression a perfect blend of exasperation and annoyance, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
"Did I ask?" his firm answer made her look at him with a glare, a mischievous smile forming on her lips, and she left the ladder and started fixing her hair, her movements fluid, her eyes never leaving his, as she shot him a playful glance.
As soon as she left, the ladder imbalanced, and Yash standing on that fell down badly, his scream echoing through the hallway. "Ahhhh!" His voice was laced with pain, his body crumpling to the floor.
Shreya's eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Yash sprawled on the floor, his expression a mix of pain and embarrassment, his face contorted in a comical grimace. She controlled her laughter and asked, "What happened, are you okay?" Her voice was laced with concern, her eyes filled with worry.
Yash looked at her with a hard glare, his eyes blazing with mock anger, his face set in a stern expression. "Tujhe toh main abhi batata hoon, chudail kahi ki!" He got up and ran behind her, Shreya too ran from there, her laughter echoing through the hallway, as she darted away with a playful squeal.
(You just wait, I'll teach you a lesson!)
She ran to Mahi, who was busy decorating one side of the mansion, her hands moving deftly, her eyes shining with creativity, her face lit up with excitement. "Bhabhi, Bhabhi, look! He's trying to beat me!" Shreya spoke innocently, her eyes wide with mock fear, her voice laced with a hint of drama.
Yash stopped in his tracks, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes blazing with mock anger. "Wow, Bhabhi, she just made me fall from the ladder intentionally!" Mahi looked at their banter and left the ladder she was holding, a warm smile spreading across her face.
"Okay, guys, enough!" Before she could complete, Reyansh groaned in pain as he fell from the ladder, which Mahi was holding. "Ahhh, Mahiii!" His voice was laced with pain, his body crumpling to the floor.
Mahi rushed to help him up, concern etched on her face, her eyes filled with worry. "Shit, are you okay?" Reyansh glared at the three of them, his eyes blazing with mock anger, his face set in a stern expression.
"It was not our fault!" The three of them spoke at once and ran from there, their laughter echoing through the hallway, as they darted away with playful squeals.
The mansion was buzzing with activity, every member busy in preparation for the arrival of Ishika and Avyaan. Rather than getting it decorated by the staff, the family decided to decorate it themselves as a small apology for their past mistakes.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with excitement and anticipation, as they all worked together to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Every member was busy, some in the kitchen, some in decorating, and many more. The mansion was eagerly waiting for Ishika's arrival, its walls and halls buzzing with love and warmth, filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the sound of laughter.
Afternoon
The car stopped in front of the majestic Rathore Mansion, its grandeur and beauty leaving Ishika and Avyaan in awe. They sat inside, looking at each other, their eyes locked in a deep, emotional connection.
Ishika's gaze then shifted to the mansion, her eyes welling up with tears, a soft, tender smile spreading across her face.
"Finally," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her heart overflowing with emotions. She was finally home, after months of being away, and the feeling was surreal.
Her palm instinctively went to her little bump, cradling it with love and care. "Soon, you'll meet your family," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation.
Avyaan looked at her face, his eyes drinking in her beauty, his heart swelling with love and adoration. He held her other palm, resting on her lap, and gave it a gentle squeeze, reassuring her that he was with her, always. Ishika passed him a soft, loving smile, and they both stepped out of the car, into the bright sunlight.
She took a deep, cleansing breath, her eyes closed, her face tilted upwards. "This time, no misunderstandings, nothing," she spoke in her mind, her thoughts filled with determination and resolve.
"I will not let everything fall this time." Her thoughts were getting expressed on her face, her emotions written all over her features.
Avyaan looked at her, his eyes filled with love and understanding. "And this time, I won't let you do all this alone," he spoke, his voice filled with conviction, his eyes locked on hers.
He cupped her face, his touch gentle, loving, and pecked her on the forehead, his lips warm, tender. Ishika smiled, her heart filled with joy, and they both walked inside, hand in hand.
As they stepped in front of the door, before they could do anything, the door swung open, revealing a dark, mysterious hallway. The lights were off, and Ishika's eyes held confusion, her brow furrowed in curiosity. They both took a step inside, and suddenly, the lights flickered on, and thousands of rose petals fell on them from above, like a celestial blessing.
"Welcomeee" the whole family shouted, their voices echoing through the hallway, their faces lit up with love, warmth, and excitement.
I will try to update the next chapter as soon as possible but if it gets a little late I promise it will be surely a big chapter.
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