❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking m...
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| Two months later Malhotra Mansion Delhi
The Malhotra estate had always been grand, but today, it felt different. It felt too alive.
The air buzzed with laughter, the warmth of the family filling every corner of our home. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, bathing the living room in a golden glow, casting soft shadows on the floors. I stood by a side, watching my family—the family I had married into, the family that had become my own.
I leaned against the pillar, taking it all in.
Srishti sat cross-legged on the couch, aggressively arguing over the TV remote with Rahul.
"You had it the entire afternoon!" she huffed, her arms crossed.
Rahul smirked, leaning back with an infuriating ease. "And now, I’m feeling generous. You can have it.. after I finish this match."
Srishti narrowed her eyes, clutching a throw pillow like a weapon. "You are the most annoying human being on this planet."
Rahul grinned, "And yet, you’d be so bored without me."
"Debatable," she muttered.
I couldn’t help it—I giggled, shaking my head at their daily drama that had slowly become my favorite reality show. Seriously, Netflix who?
"You know," I chimed in, walking towards them, "you could just share the remote like normal, civilized people."
Srishti gasped like I’d just told her to give away her kidney. "You’re too nice, Bhabhi. You don't get it. This is a war."
Rahul, still smirking, tossed the remote up and caught it with one hand. "And I always win."
Before Srishti could launch a pillow at his face, Kaya Maa’s voice rang out.
"Bacchon, bas karo!"
I turned toward the dining area, where she stood beside Papa, a warm but exasperated expression on her face.
"Roop, beta," she called, her eyes softening as they landed on me. "Come here."
I walked over, smiling as she cupped my face in her hands.
"You’ve been running around all morning for your work," she scolded gently. "Sit down now, let me make you something."
Before I could protest, Papa spoke up. "Good idea. And make her something extra sweet. Aary likes his wife to be as sweet as possible."
