Shergill brothers were the two siblings that hated each other. The sole aim of their life seemed to be showing each other how incapable the other person was. When it came to the family business, each got their fair share of property and tried taking...
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(You will have this❗in the start and the end. that you know the meaning of)
"This looks good on me? Are you sure?" Rakshit sighed as Drishti asked him the same question seventeenth time this evening.
"You sure do. Why are you so skeptical about it? You look perfect" as he cupped her face to praise her looks she pushed his hands away and went inside the closet to check for the other dresses.
"No! You laughed the first time you saw me in this. I am not wearing this" Rakshit remembered the moment he laughed seeing Drishti, all because she had this face pack all over her face but she took it in a wrong way.
"Hey, I didn't laugh because you looked bad. You looked- funny" he suppressed laugh as Drishti glared at him and took out another dress.
"I knew it. I look like a idiot" she cried before throwing that dress on the table nearby and sitting on it while thinking something.
"Listen Mrs. Shergill" he stepped in front of her and held her face in his hands. As if combing her eyebrows, he traced the brow hairs and let her keep her chin on his chest. "You look beautiful and nothing's gonna change that fact, okay?"
"But you laughed" she whispered.
"Because I'm a rude idiot. Why take me so seriously" kissing the top of her hairs he rested his arm against her back and pulled her closer as she complained about the media talking bad about her if she didn't look good.
Thus he regretted laughing a little.
"Hey, look at me Drishti" as she looked at him and kept her hands on his that were holding her face he bowed a little to her level and smiled "my Mrs. Shergill is the most charming woman in this whole world, so not a word against her, okay?"
She smiled as the words left his mouth and that moment she knew- he was truly the right one. "But miss my rude Rakshit Shergill!" She frowned as he kissed her forehead and sighed.
"So this rudeness is never changing, huh?"
"I should ask you"
"Do I seriously look good?" As she turned her face to continue her words her words were cut off by a gentle kiss sealing her lips.
He had enough of his wife thinking low of herself when she was the absolute beauty for him.
"I said not a word against my wife" he smiled as she turned speechlessness and a weak shade of red blushed her cheeks.
As that figure of his blushing wife made him forget everything around him, he kept looking at her that made her nervous, because she knew that look and they had a party to attend.
Moreover she knew, she couldn't stop him.
"I think I should go" she whispered weakly before getting off the table but as his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, she closed her eyes and gave in to what was happening because she too wanted him.
Without the use of words the situation went ahead.
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He turned her towards him and made her sit on the table. Removing his coat he put it aside and rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow. His eyes never left hers as she breathed heavily and closed her eyes when he leaned towards her.
His lips met hers as she whimpered against him when his hands went to the back zip of the dress and pulled it down, along with the dress and letting it fall to the ground.
"We will be late" she whispered as she heard felt the absence of his hands on her body and heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper being dragged down.
"Who cares?" Her soul left her body as his fingers fulled down the lower piece of cloth on her just like he did to the upper one.
"I will have to get ready once again" she whispered feeling him at her entrance and held his arms as he grinded against her.
"We still have an hour left" he said before intertwinning their hands and holding them on the top of her head, pushing himself in as she screamed a little and ignoring that there was a party they had to attend continued what they were doing.
Her voices filled the closet as his hands cupped her breasts when he was still moving in and out of her. He stood straight and watched her actions clearly as he continued doing his part and stopped.
Drishti groaned in disappointment as he stopped all of a sudden and pulled out but once she heard the chair being set in front of her, she relaxed. The relaxation was short lived as a sharp pain was felt and she was pulled up by him.
He took her in his arms and sat on the chair holding her legs from under the knees and helped her move up and down till they reached the climax.
Drishti sighed in pleasure as he pulled her against him and opened his shirt buttons to make a skin to skin contact and let her rest for some time.
She twitched as she realized he was still inside her but he promised that he will let her get ready for the party and would continue that in the night.
"Relax" he caressed her back as she hugged him and closed her eyes as the feeling of full was still there.
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Rakshit
"You look beautiful as ever. My foot beautiful as ever. Do I exist?" I murmured to myself as I flashed a fake smile towards Siddharth who was holding Drishti's hands and singing praises in her appreciation.
"Oh please! You also don't look a day less than 25. Just look how well you maintained your self!" She laughed with him.
Yeah what about me? I am more maintained than him but all she was going to consider was him.
"As you say my majesty" he bowed dramatically before hugging from the side and looking towards me. "You are one lucky man Rakshit"
Yes I was
But you won't be
"He knows" Drishti smiled proudly before pulling me closer by my arm and stepping away from Siddharth- finally. "I am the best wife"
"Self obsessed" he laughed.
"I just spilled facts idiot" keeping her head on my shoulder she talked to him about their films and they narrated me all the funny incidents on their sets.
I knew they were just best friends. I knew that but-
Come on! I was still jealous and there was nothing to hide.
Especially after I read a bundle of fanfictions about them.
But hey, there were ten about me and her too.
So what if one was Incomplete love at the end of which I die? Or in one I was a playboy.
But- excuse me? I don't say they had bad writing skills because they just started off and according to that they were wonderful- but Drishti and Siddharth had lots of amazing fanfictions about them
And excuse me once again.
They had 18+ stories while mine just had two kissing scenes. I'm sorry but what the actual fuck?
"Well, enjoy you two. I'll be right here" we were soon left alone as Siddharth left.
My happiness was short lived as her friends approached us nd took her away from me.
I need my wife's attention -_-
I had a few continuous exams so couldn't update but anyhow. Oh, and this story might end in 7 more parts.
