His Delicate Queen

##//The pained orbs//##

"Bhai not again... You've to attend a party tonight." Faizal said snatching a bottle of alcohol that he was about to sip off.

"I still have 6 hours to go to party...I'll be sober by then, let me" he said gritting his teeth.

"You're going to meet your wife after two years now. You want to her to see you this way. Get yourself groomed." Faizal said trying to cheer him up. Sidharth stared at him for a second but then he chuckled bitterly.

"Why should I get groomed. She won't even spare me a glance. Dekhegi bhi nahi. that would be waste of time." He said coldly snatching off the bottle of alcohol back from him. Faizal sighed. How was he supposed to make this stubborn brat understand. But deep down his heart stinged seeing his pained orbs as bit his lower lip and sighed before he drunk few sips from the bottle.

"Why are you still standing here.... Did your chick kicked you out." Sidharth asked laughing a little as he saw faizal's worried face. He himself sounded it fake but he can't help it. He can't really smile after that incident. Yet he was staying strong. For whom he didn't knew. But he was.

"Nah...my chick is clingy. We both give each other space." Faizal replied rolling his eyes.

"Ohh..." Was all sidharth said before he went back to his previous work of drinking. Correct 3 sips the bottle was brutally snatched off him and before he could even dechipher what happen faizal ran to the washroom emptying the Bottle of alcohol in the sink.

"Faizal..." Sidharth groaned but said nothing. He rubbed his face and was about to take another one from the cupboard but then faizal said something which made him stop in his tracks.

"Bhai tujhe bhabi ki kasam." Faizal said and sidharth clenched his eyes shut and groaned. He pushed back the intense desire of gulping the poisonous drink and went to washroom slamming zhe door on the way. Faizal sighed and removed all the bottles from the shelf and asked the servants to shift them to his room.

Sidharth came out the washroom freshly showered with towel wrapped around his waist. Faizal sat on his bed typing away something vigorously on his phone when sidharth said something which made him almost squealed in delight.

"Call the royal barber, I want to get groomed." Sidharth said coldly and went towards the closet. Faizal grinned ear to ear and went out to make arrangements for everything.

Sidharth got dressed in a plain olive colour shirt and white pants. He was bathing massively in past few months and no one really questioned him. And these were the times he missed her a lot. No matter how much the things were wrong between them but she always cared about him. The last time when he fed him and herself too. He felt the immense affliction and affection towards her the same time. She was so novice, fragile and delicate. But she had a heart precious than gold. He gave her immense pain. He hurt her brutally, to extent that she lost faith in faith but she still fed him that day. She still stroked his head that day. She still kissed him that day. And the ones, his so called 'FAMILY' who was insulting her and she kept enduring all that. That happened right infront of his eyes but still didn't go against them just because they were his family. But none other than his abbu and faizal were bothered about how his life was going or how he was dealing with his loss. They didn't bothered about how much of alcohol he was consuming or how many nights he spent crying and screaming in his room. He shrugged his thoughts away and made his way out of the room.

It was 2 hours after he was finally ready to kill the ladies in the party, that he would've have done even if he didn't put on any efforts to look good. He would go in T-Shirts and shorts and girls would still drool over him. But he was looking so handsome that girlssss might loose their senses. He was wasn't looking hot. He was looking like lava ready to burn the hearts of girls with just one look of his. His hair were perfectly gelled back. His customized gold chain was tucked inside his shirt. His clean shaved face gave a drool worthy look of his jawline and that coat over his thick muscles only increased the temperature.