Happy reading yrra's ð©·
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Authors pov.
Aadish stood in the grand foyer of the mansion, a subtle smile touching his lips as he savored the sense of belonging that enveloped him. This was his space, his domain, and the familiar luxury of his surroundings reassured him.
Before he could delve deeper into his contemplations, Om's voice cut through the moment. "Bhai sa, Ghar Jake jab dono saas bahu kutegi na Hume tb muskura lijiye ga, abhi kuchh soche kise bachege hum" ("Brother, when we get home and both mothers-in-law start scolding us, then you can smile. For now, how do we think of escaping?"). His tone carried a hint of desperation, the image of Avantika and Revti wielding their belans and jhadu hovering vividly in his mind.
Aadish, sensing Om's anxiety, tried to defuse the tension. "Kuchh nhi hoga, tum sab shant ho jao. Ghar chal kar dekhte h, kya pta jab tk hum pahoche sab shant ho jaye" ("Nothing will happen, calm down. Let's go home and see, maybe by the time we reach, everything will have calmed down"), he reassured, though the underlying fear of the formidable saas-bahu duo was not easily quelled.
Rudra, ever the pragmatic one, added with a hint of defiance, "Bhai, aap log Ghar jaye, mujhe yahi kahi raste meh chhod do. Ghar Jake jute khane se to achha h mai ye bachu kuchi raat bypass meh hi gujar lu" ("Brother, you all go home. Just leave me here on the road. Better to spend the night in a bypass than face the shoes at home").
In this moment, the looming threat of returning home was palpable, the fear of facing the wrath of their formidable matriarchs creating a palpable sense of unease among them.
To which Armaan replied, "Phone rakhne ka idea to beta aapka hi tha na, aapko kaise chhod de? Sabse pehle to ab aap hi jaayenge" ("So the idea to put down the phone was yours, wasn't it? How can we leave you? First of all, you will go").
He stopped the car, and it was only then that the other three realized they had already arrived at the mansion. The reality of their situation hit them, and there was no more room for argument. The four of them, like children who had misbehaved, braced themselves for the impending confrontation with their maamaa.
They exited the car, attempting to present themselves as stoic figures, but their nervousness was evident as they bickered over who would take the lead. "Ok, our babies are trying to follow a line," Rudra noted with a hint of sarcasm.
Sometimes Rudra stepped forward, sometimes Aadish was pushed to the front, and all four were engaged in a heated debate over who should face the consequences first.
One of the guards approached and said, "Boss, Mam is angry. Please come in..."
As they heard his words, the reality of their situation finally sank in. They were not just facing their maamaa, but they were under the stern gaze of their sister-in-law.
Revti, while relieved to see her four ratnas (jewels) safe, made it clear that her anger was still a priority. "Aaye yi ... Ab chup chap bta do idea kiska tha... kuchh nhi bolungi" ("Come here... Now, quietly tell me whose idea it was. I won't say anything"). Her tone was firm, and though she was trying to remain stern, her concern for them was evident.
Meanwhile, Avantika took a deep breath of relief, though her eyes never left Aadish. Lost in her own world, she was focused on him, her gaze intense and unyielding, as if she was still processing the day's events.
Revtiâs gaze shifted toward Avantika, a soft admiration in her eyes that lasted for a few precious seconds. It was a fleeting moment of appreciation that did not escape the notice of those around her. Yet, Avantika remained oblivious, her eyes locked on Aadishâs face, consumed by whatever emotions or thoughts were playing out in her mind.
The silence that followed Revtiâs unspoken acknowledgment was palpable, a quiet tension hanging in the air. None of the four present dared to break the stillness, their expressions a mix of curiosity and restraint. Revti, catching the undivided attention of her audience but not receiving a response, finally turned her gaze back to Avantika, the unspoken words hanging between them like a fragile thread.
"Ye ladki ko... raat ke 3 baje call karke bulaya hai... samajh aa raha hai tumhe? (This girl... has been called at 3 a.m.... do you understand?) Nalayako... kya nahi socha tha maine apni bahu ke saath introduction ke liye, magar nahi, tum jaise nalayako ke rahe to kuch achha kaise hoga... nahi," she said, her voice trembling with frustration. (You are useless... I never imagined that introducing my daughter-in-law would turn out like this with people like you... no.)
The last part of her sentence carried a sting of deep pain, etched clearly on her face.
Meanwhile, the head of the Rajawat family, the father, remained seated quietly, an amused observer of the unfolding drama. His expression betrayed no emotion, as if he were savoring the spectacle, the only thing missing from his enjoyment being a bowl of popcorn.
As Revti Ji completed her words, Avantika stood from her seat, moving to stand next to Revti. Revti continued, "Chalo, niklo ab apne karmo mein... khana to milega nahi tum logon ko, aur subhe ka nashta 8 baje hi hoga. Khana ho to aa jana, warna vo bhi nahi milega ghar mein time ke baad." (Go on, get out now... you wonât get any food, and breakfast is only at 8 a.m. If you want food, come back then, otherwise you wonât get any after the scheduled time at home.)
As she finished, all four began to leave for their respective homes. Revti then called out, "Mere bete idhar aao tum... Avantika ko ghar kaun chhodega?" (My son, come here... who will drop Avantika home?) She gestured to Aadish with a beckoning finger.
Aadish, his head hung low and saying nothing, slowly made his way upstairs. He returned without a word, and the three others watched him with suspicion, their eyes suggesting that he was somehow responsible for the situation.
As Aadish approached and showed Avantika the route with his hand, his mother interjected, "Aaha... ab nahi khulega tumhare king ki zuban." (Ah, now your kingâs tongue wonât open.) Just then, Revti was about to head to her room when she turned back to address everyone.
"Agar iske baad koi ghar late aaya na to dekhna, saara kaam ghar se karwaungi, ghar ke kaam ke sath... samajh aayi?" (If anyone comes home after this, watch outâIâll make sure all work is done from home, along with housework... understood?)
With that, she left the room. Meanwhile, Ansh Rajawat, the father, finally rose from his seat. It had seemed as though he was glued to it, but now he stood, as if finally releasing himself from his silent observation.
"Beta, hum Rajgharane se hain zarur, magar humein raj to raniyon ka hi hota hai." (Son, we may be from a royal family, but we only get the rule of queens.)
At this, everyone shared a small, knowing smile. Everyone in the house understood how possessive and protective their mother was, but they accepted her quirks. They loved her for it, recognizing that she was the one person who could rule over them, and they appreciated her unique blend of authority and affection.
As Ansh completed his words, Revti called out to him. He responded with a cute, affectionate "bye" to everyone before heading off to his room.
As Avantika and Aadish finally found themselves alone in the car, a palpable tension filled the space. Aadish drove with a determined silence, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his thoughts were clearly preoccupied with the girl beside him. His fingers twitched with the urge to bridge the gap between them, and he tentatively reached out to hold Avantikaâs hand. However, she instinctively pulled away, her body language a clear rejection of his gesture.
Avantika, lost in her own world, stared down at her lap. Her face was a mask of emotional distance, her features soft yet unyielding, betraying no hint of the internal struggle she might be feeling. She avoided making any form of eye contact, her gaze fixed firmly downward as if trying to disappear into her own thoughts.
In stark contrast, Aadish's frustration was evident. His normally composed demeanor was marred by the frustration of his situation. Every glance at Avantika's averted face only deepened his irritation. He wanted nothing more than for her to acknowledge him, to offer some sign that she cared about their relationship, yet she remained resolutely indifferent. The silence between them grew heavier, each passing second amplifying the sense of disconnect. For Aadish, who felt that his life and future were intertwined with Avantika, this emotional chasm was both painful and maddening.
Aadish, seeking to bridge the growing gap between them, gently tried to adjust Avantikaâs hair. To his relief, she didnât pull away, allowing him this small intimacy. Encouraged, he reached to touch her cute, chubby cheeks, but this time, she responded with a deadly glare, her frustration evident.
"Pagal ho mai?" (Am I crazy?) she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
"Nahi, pagal ho kya... mera ghar aapke ghar se 15 minute ki doori pe hai, Rajawat Sahab. 35 minute ho gaye, apne ghar ke hi chakkar laga rahe ho," (No, am I crazy? My house is 15 minutes away from yours, Mr. Rajawat. Itâs been 35 minutes, and weâre still circling around your home,) she snapped, her tone clearly laced with anger. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were heavy with sleep, but her hair remained impeccable, a testament to the fact that they were Aadishâs first love.
Aadish, catching a fleeting smile at the corner of his lips, glanced at the road as he said, "Vo aap baat nahi kar rahi... isliye." (Youâre not talking, thatâs why.) He admitted cutely, his expression softening with a pout.
Avantika, her eyes still fixed on the eastern horizon, replied with a touch of finality, "Vo to mai abhi nahi karungi... bas mujhe mere ghar chhod dijiye Suraj ke aane se pehle." (I wonât talk now... just drop me home before sunrise.) She looked towards the east, waiting for the sun to make its appearance, a silent reminder of the time slipping away.
"Suraj... kon Suraj?" Aadish asked, his frustration evident as he accelerated the car, the engine roaring in response to his agitation.
Avantika, visibly irritated by his reaction, began to explain, "Suraj mera..." (The sun, my...) but stopped herself, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "Sun, Surya, Ravi, Bhaskar... ki baat kar rahi thi mai... ab samajh aayi?" (Sun, Surya, Ravi, Bhaskar... I was talking about the sun... now do you understand?) Her tone was sharp, eyes fixed on him with barely concealed anger.
As Aadish brought the car to a halt, Avantika looked outside and realized they had already arrived at her building. Before Aadish could say or do anything, she quickly opened her side door and stepped out.
Aadish, reacting swiftly, jumped out of his side and hurried to her, trying to catch up.
As Avantika was about to move past Aadish, he stood in front of her, his back against the car, and placed both hands gently around her shoulders. Just as he was about to speak, a gunshot shattered the tense moment.
Avantikaâs eyes went wide, and in front of her, there was only the sight of blood. Her expression turned to one of shock and horror, the reality of the violence seeping through the sudden, crimson blur that dominated her vision.
One more gunshot!!!!
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SUkriya ji ð
love you all ð
Milte hai ji agle Sunday â¨
And give some best wishes to me ji as from tomorrow my college is starting and also tomorrow I am shifting to my hostel. Like first time in my life ð¥¹.