I Became His Replaced Bride

Chapter 11

Modi Bhawan,

11:30 am.
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Aashna was feeling restless, bored, and confined. Though her body was sore, she wanted to move, do something. But no, her husband has ordered Madhav Kaka and Sarla Kaki to keep her in bed and rest. Aashna doesn't understand why Aarav is so protective over her. She has minor injuries, she can move, but no! He had ordered people to not let her move from the bed. And that's too much and ridiculous! Her little irritation fades compared to the immense giddiness she feels whenever she recalls her first kiss with Aarav. Immediately like a reflex, her face feels hot, her heart races, gut fills with butterflies. She feels over the moon, and happy. The feel of his lips over hers, his tongue against hers, his hands all over her body, has been imprinted in her mind vividly. She never knew she would have such a beautiful experience in her life. Blushing profusely, she buries her face between her hands.

Madhav glanced slightly at Aashna, secretly smiling to himself, he had never seen her so happy before. In Parekh Bhawan, maalik sahab and maalkin only knew how to torture Aashna, abuse her, and inflict pain. He never understood why they treated their daughter so cruelly. By God's grace, Aashna dikri got a wonderful husband. "Do you want something, Mrs Modi?" Aashna pouted with an angry frown, "Kaka! Stop calling me that!" Madhav chuckled, he liked teasing her. Aashna was closer to all the servants since she was young. They were more like her family and treated her like their daughter. "Why? You are a Modi now. You have become a maalkin," Madhav smiled at her. Aashna's face sobered, "For you, I am always your dikri. You are family, Kaka." Madhav patted her head, smiling. He felt happy but he couldn't tell Aashna what Aarav Modi had ordered him and what entails in his job. He can no longer show familiarity and affection to her.

"Ma'am!" Aashna turned towards the door, her eyes lighting up, "Tara!" Aashna tried to get down the bed in excitement to meet her student but Sarla held her shoulder, stopping her. Aashna halted, eyes meeting with Sarla's firm ones. Sighing, she resumed her previous position, leaning against the headboard. Tara jumped on the bed, tackling Aashna into a hug. Aashna laughed, embracing Tara happily, their faces breaking into huge grins. "Ma'am! Wait, should I call you Ma'am or bhabhi?" Tara wiggled her eyebrows making Aashna chuckle. Aashna lightly flicked Tara's forehead, "stupid!" "What? Aarav bhai is my brother then you are my bhabhi. So, how are you now, bhabhi?"

Aashna grinned, shaking her head. "Though ultimately you were going to be my bhabhi by either marrying Kalpit bhai or Aarav bhai," Aashna's smile fell from her face. Tara observed, realising what she had let slip from her mouth. Guilt pulled down her eyes, "sorry. I didn't mean to. I was sad when I learnt about Kalpit bhai and your broken marriage. But then I was happy that you married Aarav bhai. He is really nice. He will keep you happy always as he makes me!" Aashna believed Tara, and Aarav make her happy. Maybe whatever happened was good. God gave her happiness in the form of Aarav. Smiling, Aashna nodded, pulling Tara beside her.

"Tara..?" Kalpit walked inside the room, interrupting the moment. Aashna immediately tensed, doesn't know why. Maybe because she once was going to marry Kalpit. Tara sensed the tension, eyes darting between her brother who stopped before the bed and Aashna. "Bhai, what?" Tara tried to behave nonchalantly, easing the awkwardness. Kalpit frowned when he watched Aashna avoiding looking at him. He didn't like it, before she always smiled at him. "Didn't you learn to not run in anyone's room without permission?" Tara frowned in irritation and annoyance, "It's not anyone's room, it's Aarav bhai's. I can come whenever I want to meet my bhabhi."

Kalpit's eye twitched, he hated hearing Aarav's name now, and on top of that Tara called Aashna bhabhi. Aashna would have been Tara's true sister-in-law only if he had gotten to marry Aashna. But Aarav snatched her away. He clenched his fists, "Tara, that's inappropriate." Yes, calling Aashna bhabhi is intolerable, seeing her wearing someone else's name's mangalsutra is insufferable.