Promised Love

Epilogue 1.

Saanvi's POV

"A...n....d....that's done!" Aryan announces after placing the last piece of furniture (which was a lamp by the way) from the truck. Despite the fact that the Pepperfry delivery guys set almost everything up for us, Aryan and Abhimanyu still have been using their own muscle power and bringing in all the relatively light stuff. Men. Never leave a chance to show off.

I offer Aryan the packaged orange juice to hydrate himself after his "strenuous" work  and he takes it. In one smooth motion he uncaps the bottle and takes a generous swig from it while the two teenage girls standing in the porch of the villa opposite to ours swoon looking at him. I roll my eyes when my vain brother purposely flexes his biceps to put on more of a show for those girls.

The house opposite to ours belongs to a thirty something couple with two young children, and those two girls who have been standing there checking my men out are the couple's neices who have come here to spend their summer vacations. Both of them have been glued to that same spot since Abhimanyu and Aryan started playing handy man.

This whole villa complex is almost three years old and since we bought this house in re-sale, almost all the other houses are already occupied and the whole complex looks lived in and warm which is only one more plus point to this place.

The first time we came to see the house both me and Abhimanyu fell in love with this place, albeit for different reasons but whatever. The old couple who previously owned this place were retired and wished to move to the Canada to live with their children who were already settled there and since they were in a haste to sell this place we managed to buy it at a great deal. It was an obvious profit for us as a house like this could have easily costed us a few lakhs more but as good luck would have it, here we are.

Me and Abhimanyu had finalised on this house a long time ago but it was only two weeks ago that all the re-furnishing and re-painting was wrapped up, so we could only move in today.  As I busy myself admiring our house, Aryan shoots the two teenage girls a wink. The girls, Zoya and Zehra, practically melt into a puddle.

"Stop it. They are barely seventeen, you are going to go to jail for flirting with minor girls." I scold my insufferable brother.

He shrugs non chalantly and drops on the brand new olive green couch.
"It's not like I am taking either of them out on a date. I am just fueling their fantasies."

I roll my eyes. "You don't have to do any such thing, you perv. Shut up and go watch Doraemon or something."

Yes, I am going to honour the "elder sibling" code until the day I die and torment my little baby brother-who is not so little anymore-with childish remarks. 

"Uh huh sure. But atleast cops don't stop me at the middle of the road and ask me for my age and ID proof." He retorts.

I stomp my foot like a five year old and glare at him. "It was one time!" I yell.

"Whatever you say." He singsongs, chuckling.

When he goes back to surfing Netflix on our brand new TV, I seize the opportunity and throw a sofa pillow at him. Feeling very satisfied when it hits him on the back of his head.

He turns with a murderous glare and throws the pillow back at me but I catch it just in time. As I laugh evilly, he searches to throw something else at me when Abhimanyu walks in through the main door. He had gone to the nearby store to buy mosquito repellent and some other minor things like that but he is returning back with two large carry bags both of which have the logo of "More supermarket".