The feeling of her smooth skin at the tip of my finger made me want to taste more of her.
"Look at me, Anisha." I whispered and she opened her eyes immediately. A shiver went down my spine as her eyes looked into mine.
This was the time. I am finall...
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"Wow... you are looking handsome brother!" Ishaan exclaimed as he entered my room and jumped on the bed.
"Obviously. Because I chose his outfit." Diya said proudly as she jumped on the bed too.
"You have to take credit for everything." Ishaan pointed and Diya glared at him.
"Ishaan..." I turned to look at them.
"What? I was taking your side." He said faking a sad look and I shook my head.
Whose side should I take?
"Aditya. Diya. Ishaan. Come quickly... we are getting late!" Mom shouted from the hall and I sighed.
Right time Mom. Thank you. Saved me from two monkeys.
"Come on." I urged them to get up before checking my hair in the mirror.
"He's so eager to leave." Diya teased and I slapped her shoulder lightly.
"You don't want to come?" I asked her and she shook her head vigorously, getting up from the bed.
"I do. Let's go." She dragged us both down, and Ishaan and I dragged ourselves behind her, laughing as we did a hi-fi at her back.
Mom and Dad were waiting outside near my car. Mom ordered the servants to place the sweet boxes and other gifts in the back of the car. After everything was done, I sat in the driving seat and drove to Chopra Mansion.
As soon as we get there, Uncle and Aunty, who I assume were Anisha's parents welcome us. Our families greet each other with smiles.
"Oh, what was the need for all this?" Aunty smiled shaking her head when Mom gave her the sweets and gifts boxes.
"Just a ritual." Mom smiled back and gestured for me to come forward. I nodded and bent down to touch their feet and they blessed me.
"God bless you." They say and I smile standing up. They welcome us inside and serve water.
"You brought me toffee?" I heard a baby voice from my left side and turned to see a small boy pulling the end of my pants with his small hands.
I smiled at him and picked him up in my arms.
"This is Yash. Isha's son." Aunty says looking at us with a smile.
"Isha?" Mom asked.
"Our eldest daughter, Anisha, and Ayaan's elder sister," Aunty informs.
"Suddenly she had very important work to do, so she isn't here at the moment." Uncle said.
"No problem... we can meet her next time," Dad said and Uncle nodded with a smile probably liking the idea of Dad saying there would be a next time.
"Toffee...?" Yash whined in my arms and I smiled again.
He's cute.
"Diya?" I ask and she takes out the chocolates she always carries from her purse.
