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Shobhana's POV
The days leading up to my brother's wedding had passed in a blur, and now, it was actually happening. Tomorrow, my brother would be married, and I was struggling to come to terms with it.
Don't get me wrong, I was happy for him, but I was also going to miss him. Besides, it meant I was going to have the whole house to myself for a while.
Cue evil laughter.
Anyway, after the IPL finals, Ishan had come over, and now Kriti and I were frantically sorting out our outfits for the wedding.
I looked at the pile of fabric and accessories sprawled across the room. Everything had to be perfect.
The door opened, and in walked the boys, fresh from their own preparations.
"What are we wearing tomorrow?" Ishan asked, his face scrunching up in confusion as he looked at the pile of clothes on the bed.
Kriti held up a bag and pulled out a silky shirt and a matching dhoti.
"This is a silk shirt and a dhoti," she said, her voice sweet but firm. "This is what you're wearing."
I could already see the horror on Ishan's face.
"Ye kya hai re?" he exclaimed, looking at the clothes like they were a foreign species. (What is this?)
"This is what you're wearing," she answered with a mischievous smile, knowing full well how much it would rattle him.
"We're gonna wear that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep," I nodded, crossing my arms and grinning. "It's traditional, you know? Looks good on you."
"What are you two wearing, then?" Shubman asked, eyeing our outfits with interest.
"Saree," I replied. "Get ready to wake up at 5 tomorrow for all this chaos."
"Yes, Mom," both Shubman and Ishan replied in unison, making me laugh.
The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m., way too early for my liking, but there was no time for laziness. The wedding was in full swing, and the entire area was buzzing with activity.
Kriti had taken Ishan into her room to help him get ready (although I doubted he'd need much help), and I had brought Shubman into my room to get ready.
It took a while, but eventually, Shubman was done. He looked into the mirror, adjusting his silk shirt and dhoti with a satisfied smile.
"This is nice and comfy," he said, examining himself with a grin that made me feel all kinds of ways.
"Okay, out," I spoke, pushing him lightly toward the door. "I need to get ready, too."
"Alright, alright, no need to push me," he muttered, clearly amused as he left my room.
I quickly went to work. I twisted my hair into a perfect messy bun, making sure every strand was in place. Then, I slipped into my saree—an elegant gold and red creation that perfectly matched Shubman's outfit.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, mentally congratulating myself. If I wasn't looking like a million bucks right now, I didn't know what was.
The saree hugged my curves just right, showing just enough skin without being too revealing. It was modest, but oh so sexy. I couldn't help but feel a little smug.
When I stepped out, Kriti was already waiting in her green saree, looking absolutely stunning.
"You look gorgeous," I told her, my eyes scanning the gorgeous fabric that accentuated her curves.
"So do you," she replied with a smile that lit up her face.
"We make quite the pair, don't we?" I laughed as we linked arms and headed toward the grand hall.
As we walked toward the venue, I couldn't help but glance back at Shubman, who was still talking with Ishan.
He was so damn handsome in that outfit that I had to hold myself back from running to him. The dhoti hung low on his hips in such a tantalizing way that I could barely concentrate.
"Don't even think about it," Kriti teased, noticing my wandering eyes.
"I'm just admiring the view," I shot back with a wink, knowing exactly how bad my thoughts were.
But come on—he was wearing that silk shirt, the one that looked like it was practically made for him. I was this close to pulling him into the nearest empty room and giving him a piece of my mind.
We finally made it to the hall, and the whole place was lit up, beautifully decorated for the wedding. There were people everywhere, all rushing around in preparation for the ceremony.
I found Shubman and Ishan near the entrance, both of them looking way too handsome for my sanity. Shubman caught my eye and grinned, making my heart skip a beat.
"Looking good, babe," I whispered, walking up to him.
He grinned, his eyes darkening slightly. "You're looking way better than I ever could," he said, his voice low and seductive. I could feel the heat building between us, but we were in public, so I had to control myself.
"You're wearing that dhoti so well," I teased, tugging lightly at the hem of his shirt. "You sure you don't want to change and keep this on forever?"
He chuckled, clearly aware of the effect he was having on me. "If I kept it on forever, you wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else, babe."
"You know me too well," I smirked, letting my fingers trail lightly down his arm.
"Later, okay?" he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Tonight... you're all mine."
My breath caught, and I had to quickly look away, trying to hide my flushed face. "Behave, Shubman," I murmured, though the effect of his words was already taking root.
We made our way to the wedding stage, but all I could think about was how hot he looked in that dhoti and silk shirt, and how later, when we were alone, I was going to make sure he knew just how much I appreciated the view.
The wedding could wait—I had plans.
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