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"HAANNNN!" VICKY CALLED OUT FROM across the table. Ahaan who was busy on his mobile, while eating the food looked up at him.

"Yes?" He stared at him in question and Vicky smirked.

"Arey, No! I was saying, 'Haan' not Ahaan! The words are soooo sooo similar" Vicky chuckled and I rolled my eyes. This had been going on since morning and it was as dinner and the guy was still not over how unique Ahaan's name was. I was losing it while Ahaan couldn't care less.

"I know right? Meza, tell us, how did you find Ahaan's name at first? Have you ever thought of how it will turn out to be when you say, 'Haan, and Ahaan would turn to you?" Prachi rested her hands on the table and looked at me curiously. I had to fist my dupatta to control my irritation. These two were testing our patience for the entire day.

I rested my spoon down, folded my sleeves, and kept my elbows on the table. My chin was in my palms as I peered down at the annoying couple.

"Well, when I heard his name for the first time, I found it very sexy and unique." I shot them a look and I saw the look fade. Naani was silent the entire time, and when I looked at her, she was smirking in triumph.

At this point, she was my favorite person.

"And, no! I didn't have time to think of such things. Time with Ahaan never let me think of anything else other than him." I slowly turned to my husband and gave him a seductive wink.

Ahaan seemed like he was about to have a seizure. He was breathing with restraint and his face was flushed. As soon as my eyes met his, he looked down. He. Was. Blushing. I bit back a smile and turned to them.

Prachi and Vicky were silent. I wasn't done.

"Vishwas? What's your elder brother's name? Istemal?" Vishwas looked at me bewildered.

"No, It's Aditya. But why?" He was confused.

"Kyuki-" Ahaan gripped my hand under the table as I continued. I glanced at him and smirked. His eyes were wide. He knew what I was going to say. "Pehle istemaal kare phir Vishwas kare"

[First use and then trust]

(A/N: The lines are taken from an Indian ad)

Prachi and Naani burst out laughing while Ahaan chuckled lightly. Vishwas looked like I called him bald. He deserved that, after all, he was out for us since the moment he entered the house.

"You brats! Eat!" Naani tried to say sternly but Prachi wheezed hard.

"Alright! Both of us are now equal!" Vishwas, aka Vicky, announced making us stop.

"No, We are one step ahead." I narrowed my eyes.

"What? No! That was so lame" Prachi Piped in with her husband.

"My wife just roasted your husband in a hundred different languages. You are calling that lame?" Ahaan had my back. I gave him a grateful smile.

"No, She didn't. I... Get that... A lot" Vicky bit his lip and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please. You and I both know you felt like I called you bald. Well, you're almost turning bald. Why don't you try some treatment?"

"Nooooo" he stood up and pointed his spoon at me.

"Yesssss" I stood and pointed the knife at him.

"Noooo" he backed down a little. Prachi handed him the glass in defense. He pointed the glass at me. Pfft!! So lame.

"Yessssss" I forwarded the knife towards him and the sharp point clashed with the glass.

"Noooo..." He backed down again, A little scared this time. Ahaan held me down but I stood up again.

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