BOOK ONE OF THE SUGAR AND SWEET SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she...
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𝐈𝐤 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐚
इक वारि आ भी जा यारा, राह ताकुं मैं बेचारा
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MAHIR
"You have a what?" Maa asks. Her features display shock before they contort into a look of happiness. "Really?"
My brother and Nayan give me a look of betrayal and confusion, betrayal mostly from Nayan's side. "When did that happen? And why did you not tell us about it before?" My father asks and I gulp.
"I," I stammer when everyone gives me looks of curiousness.
"Let it be. It's good that you have someone in mind," my father shrugs it off and I sigh.
"Bring her here tomorrow. We'd like to meet her," Grandfather states and I'm left questioning everything. "What? Why?" I ask and my mother frowns.
"What do you mean why? We need to meet the girl you love Mahir! Do you expect us to accept any unknown girl as our daughter-in-law?" She asks and I look at my friend, hoping his sly face would urge me to develop some excuse.
It doesn't.
Instead, the bastard just gives me an amused smirk.
I hope he suffers in his marriage and his wife beats him. Cursing Nayan in my mind until my heart feels less heavy, I lick my lips as an excuse forms in my mind.
"O-okay, but she's not here. She's out of town on a business trip," I lie and my family shares looks.
"When will our dear Bhabhi-to-be back?" Moksh asks, his eyes narrowed in amusement. My eyes narrow back and he flinches. "Answer him, Mahir," Grandfather says and I turn to him. "In a week," I stammer out and my family nods.
"Good, invite her once she comes back." He says and I nod.
Fuck, what situation did I get myself into?
Anyway, finding a girl in a week? I don't think that will be hard.
"So?" My date leans forward with a smile, the front of her dress dipping low. I take my eyes off her face, beckoning the waiter towards our seat. "Cheque please," I say before turning towards the girl.
