The Intolerable Rajvanshis [On Hold]

16. ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ

Glass bangles, delicate and colorful, lay scattered on the table. Armaan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"All this?" Armaan's voice carried a hint of disbelief as he turned towards Ahsaas, who was sifting through Arzoo's belongings.

"She loves bangles," Ahsaas said, her eyes twinkling. "Glass bangles, to be specific."

Armaan chuckled. "Never knew that," he admitted. "I don't know anything about her."

Ahsaas leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She loves you more than these bangles," she blurted out.

Armaan blinked in surprise. "Huh?"

"Yeah," Ahsaas continued. "But don't tell her I told you. She'll kill you." Her smile was sheepish.

"What made you think so?" Armaan asked, genuinely curious.

"Because I know," Ahsaas replied. "You just look at her and smile, and she talks about you the entire day. All cheerful and bubbly. I've never seen her this happy. It's like when you're around, she becomes the happiest version of herself,"

Armaan's sigh escaped involuntarily. "I knew she liked me," he muttered, "but I never knew it was this serious."

Ahsaas leaned in closer, her expression serious. "Listen," she said, her tone firm. "I know you're older than me, but with all due respect—which is none, by the way—I have no one other than my mother and sisters. If you ever hurt her, I won't hesitate to kill you. Trust me, I know some very cruel ways to do that."

Armaan couldn't help but find her threat amusing. "So your future plan is to become a serial killer," he quipped. "Great career option, though. Not much competition."

"Don't change the topic, mister," Ahsaas warned, pointing a finger at him.

"I was not," Armaan protested. "You're dating my brother. There's also a possibility that you might hurt him. So am I allowed to kill you then?"

Ahsaas raised an eyebrow. "You've made an excellent point," she conceded. "I'll come back to that. For now, someone is calling me." With that, she turned and left Armaan standing there, He shook his head, an amused chuckle escaping his lips.

....

"Trouble in Paradise?" she declared, her tone dripping with drama.

Aarnav, the stoic one, met her gaze with a poker face.

"Look," Ahsaas began, "I can help you, but not when you're throwing that attitude around."

Aarnav sighed. "Your sister is angry at me," he admitted quietly.

Ahsaas snickered. "Oh God, you're screwed."

"Thanks for the help," Aarnav retorted, rolling his eyes at his sister-in-law's sarcasm.

But Ahsaas wasn't done. She raised her voice, making sure her frustration was heard. "Listen to me!