Rehaan Deol or as his parents still call him "Chetan", the boy who changed his name for the love of a woman.
The woman who left his heart shattered in pieces.
He says he is ready to marry Ishleen and give love a chance while his sister-in-law, Sama...
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I sit on the table as mom introduces me to some of my relatives who I just nod at. I know, I'm supposed to touch their feet or something to show respect, but I don't care and I'm not going to pretend that I do.
"So, you are the groom?" a guy says walking up to me with a long beard, and the pink turban on his head ensured that he was close family. Maybe a first cousin of mine.
"No, I'm just dressed for the fancy dress in this banquet. It happens im this hall, right after this function ends." I say rolling my eyes.
He looked visibly aghast as he rolled his sleeve upwards his arm, towards his elbow and I could see how ripped he was. Yup, I'm not at my fittest right now with all the alcohol and weed and this guy can beat the shit out of me. But who is he, trying to flex his biceps at the groom?
The next moment he stretched his arm and I was expecting a punch but instead he extended his hand, as I had already moved a little backward, stepping away in defense.
"I'm Aditya. Ishleen's eldest brother." He says and I gulp my saliva down my throat and take his hand for a firm handshake.
Fûck.
"Rehaan. But I'm sure you know that." I say trying to smile out of fear. Not fear. Nope. I don't fear anyone so, maybe respect?
"What are your hobbies?" he asks out of nowhere and I look at him confused.
"I like shooting. I have a rifle. If you wanna see sometime." He says and I was the one aghast this time.
"Are you threatening the son-in-law of your house?" I ask gathering every inch of strength in me. I wish I had some of my old personality left, instead of the crippling social anxiety I possess right now.
"No, just ensuring he keeps my sister happy. So, Look... Rehaan. I don't talk in circles. I've heard all good things about you, and I saw your picture and thought you to be a nice guy. But I've been noticing you since the haldi ceremony and I don't get a good vibe."
"What are you? Thirteen?" I hear and turn to look at my big brother walking and ready to be at my side.
"Excuse me?" Aditya asks and Ambar nods.
"Vibe? Like Seriously? Next is you'll ask his sun sign and judge his personality traits from that." Ambar retorts and Aditya's jaw twitches.
So, my brother has recently healed his wounded and sutured tissues from previous surgeries and wants some new ones..
From my brother-in-law. Because I'm sure, Ambar isn't fit either, to take on him.
"I'm Ambar by the way. His big brother and don't you worry I don't just own one rifle. I own three guns and If he dares ever hurt Ishleen, he'll be at the receiving end." He says and Aditya nods as I was ready to facepalm myself.
