"Tumhe maafi mangne par majbur na kr diya to mera naam bhi Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore nhi."
"Aur agar usi the great Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore ko main ghutno par na le aayi to mera nam bhi Kritika nhi."
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"Tum to sirf ghutno p...
"Mom..... Prashad...." I kept the classic ceramic tray full of bowls with Halwa on the table for the ladies to have.
Effects of marrying into a wealthy family....... Everything is celebrated grandly and every single acquaintance is invited even if they aren't that close.
Social gatherings is an important yet boring part of rich family lifestyle, as per me.
Not that I never did these things back home. But I always preferred celebrating special occasions with special and limited people beside me. First..... because we aren't Ambani's to invite every single species on this earth. And secondly...... Why adding those people in our special moments who doesn't remember that we exist until we call them or meet them?
Apart from dislike towards few relatives, i always had a selfish reason to keep those occasions limited.
You see.....
Less people ≈ Less work ≈ More masti......
And the people here keeps on discussing my marital life and giving me that how to be a perfect wife quide when I don't even know their names.
The entire credit goes to my dear husband.... Because the image he have created around people, made them think that he's a devil who could pounce on me anytime.
Well it's true though..... But he is not a devil. He's a human. An arrogant one to be precise.
"Bhabhi sa.... we will need more servings." Amrita came to me with an empty tray in her hand.
"Serve these..... I'll bring more." Taking the tray from her hand, I made my way inside the kitchen to prepare another batch.
I was halfway done when a hand creeped from behind and wrapped around my hand clutching the spoon.
"What are you doing?" I asked knowing well about the person standing behind me.
"Everyone was having sweet out there. So i thought to have too." He nuzzled his nose on my left shoulder and tried to push the strap of my blouse down.
The problem he have with straps of my blouse and Kurtis.
Giving a slap on his hand, I pushed him back and thrusted a bowl of halwa in his palm.
"Here.... your sweet." I couldn't help but to smile at his distaste expressions towards the offer.
No way I am letting him mess up my beautiful look that I had spent hours working on.
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He poked his inner cheeks eyeing the bowl and me simultaneously before keeping the bowl aside and pulling me with a jerk.
"You better not tease me Sweetheart if you want me to go easy on you in future." His hand traced my exposed back making me shiver from the coldness of his fingertips.
