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45. THE PARTY!

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AISHA

"Good evening Uncle!" spoke Vivaan fucking Khurana, with such an innocent smile, bowing his head like he is the world's most innocent, yet smart & perfect man, as I chocked on my drink & my hiccups hit me up again!

Why does it always have to happen whenever he is around me? He smirked seeing my state, knowing very well his effect upon me!

"Are you ok Sw... I mean Princess Aisha?" asked he leaning in to me, I know he deliberately stammered, placing his one hand on my bare shoulder & sensually pressing & rubbing it, as I nodded, while my hiccups only rose at his close proximity, making Dad worry, who was about to call someone to assist me in, but I refused & took some water & finally relaxed in a few minutes.

"Congratulations Uncle!" spoke he as Dad hugged him, finally leaving my shoulder.

"Happy b'day Princess Aisha!" spoke he oh so seductively, or so it seemed to my horny self maybe, & he gave me his hand to shake, which I had to take with a super-fake smile, for my internals are all shivering, myself a confused mess of anger, desires, happiness, pain & a lot of it, & as soon as my cold, shaking hand touched his warm, callous & strong one, he pressed it a little, smirking, his black mesmerizing orbs glittering in delight, as I tried pulling my hand back, but he smirked, his eyes holding all the amusement as he started stocking my hand with his other free hand, electric vibes running down my body, & then he left a chaste kiss on the back of my hand, making me feel some tingling sensations down there.

It's not about the touch, but it's about the lusty vibes this sorcerer is transmitting from his body, specially his dark eyes to mine, as I shivered trying to pull my hand away but he yet didn't let me go, & his oh-so supportive brother did a fantastic job by distracting my Dad while he continued exciting me, ahm, I mean molesting me, yeah, that's what it should be called, yes molesting my innocent self!

I gritted my teeth glaring dangerously, only for his smirk to widen, & the amusements in those most magical pools of black eyes rose to the levels never before!

& then came my savior!

"Hello Irfan!" spoke an elegant voice, whom I couldn't see her due to the two towering , extra-long & muscular figures standing my way, but soon both the brothers looked back, half-turning, but not to forget he didn't leave my hand, as I saw her, the lady who saved me, & was with me when I needed someone the most, & a weird mixture of emotions rose in me looking at the most elegant lady, with the resembling black orbs, cladded in a pastel green saree with pearl jewelry & an elegant bun, none other than the Queen, Mrs. Khurana.

Dad shook hands with her, as I too jerked my hand away from Vivaan & he let me as his Mom glared at him & his hands, & I went to her & bent to touch her feet, with a genuine smile, but my eyes teared, becoming glassy remembering the last time I met & talked to her, the pain I was in, & the warmth she provided me with, & saved me from her son & even his shadow till I was recovered at least bodily & moved to Shimla.

"God bless you my child, & a very, very happy b'day!" spoke she, her expressions similar to mine, her black beautiful eyes glassy & a sad, yet proud smile on her lips, as she hugged me tightly which I too did, & later she caressed my cheeks.

"Irfan, you have got world's most precious gem in the name of a daughter..." spoke she, our eyes not averting from each other, her eyes holding those same expectations which I never get are for what, with a lot of longings & warmth, as Dad held my shoulders, side-hugging me.