The Rebuttal Love

Chapter 24

•Shivansh's POV•

Yuvanika rushed into the closet making me laugh at her antics.

This woman who can break people's bones with almighty grace gets all shy and cute in my presence. I love the effect I have on her. She goes all red and baby with me which makes me fall for her all over again!

My chain of thoughts broke with the ringing of my phone. It's maa.

"Hello", I picked the call.

"Hello. Baccha ready ho gaye tum dono?" Maa asked in her sweet voice. (Hello. Are you guys ready?)

Hayee meri maa

"Haa Maa I'm ready. Vani is done with her saree. She's drying her hair and doing makeup." I informed her. (Yes maa.)

"Haa thik h. Tu niche aaja kuch kaam h aur mai Yuvanika ki hairstyle kr deti hu." Maa said. (Ok then you come downstairs I've some work for you. And I'll help Yuvanika with her hairstyle)

"Thik hai maa" I said and cut the call. Grabbing my wallet and mobile phone, I was going to knock on the closet's door when my gaze fell on the open saree pins scattered on the floor. (Ok maa)

Anger surged through my veins looking at her careless behaviour. What if one of these pins would have pricked her skin!

I shudder by just imagining her getting hurt.

Bari lawyer bani firti hai. Lekin akal do paise ki nhi hai! (She call herself lawyer but has brains of a toddler!)

I know my wife is very intelligent and damn strong. But her careless behaviour makes my blood boil!

Nevertheless, I pick the pins and keep them securely in a transparent box.

Keeping the box in one of her drawers. I turn around when there is a knock on the bedroom door. I open the door and Maa is standing there with a beautiful smile on her face. Dressed in a simple red saree with intricate designs on the borders made with silver and gold. Two thin borders beautifully adorned the saree with the inner border having small drop flower embroidery. The entire saree had small flowers made with the silver and gold threads. Her palms were filled with dark heena stains and her wrists had gold kadas. Her face glowed with the kohl in her eyes and the red bindi illuminating her entire face!

I couldn't contain my smile looking at the beauty of my mumma!

I rotated my wrists around her head and with a dramatic 'thu thu thu' I ward off an evil eye making her hit my biceps playfully.

"Bare hi haseen lg rhi ho aaj to" I complimented and bumped my shoulder with her wiggling my eyebrows teasingly! (You're Looking so enchanting today!)

She hit my bicep and laughed, "Chal Hatt! Mujhe meri beti k Baal banane jaana h aur aap Maharaj ji niche Jaa kr kuch kaam kariye!" (You flirt! Let me go and help my daughter and you my lord go downstairs and do some work.)

She shooed me out of my own bedroom laughing and all I could do was whine.

Yaar! Meri Maa ab meri naa rhi🤡 (my mother is not mine anymore)

Huffff!

I went downstairs to see everyone indulged in working for the Puja. Guest Aunty (I don't remember her name), Chachi and Dadi were busy in the Puja room. Getting all the necessary things for the Puja. While Rahil was on a call. Dhruv and Atharva were fighting like kids over the colour of fairy lights!

The girls were decorating the area with flowers and artificial candles. Dressed in beautiful anarkalis! My babies have grown so big now. All of them used to scream across the haveli playing and annoying each other. Atharva would pull Shriti's hair every time and all the girls would attack him pulling his hair and biting his hands. And when Atharva would cry then Rohini would also cry for hurting her bhaiya. Time has passed so quickly. After a few years the girls would be married and this clown Atharva too will have responsibilities upon his shoulders soon. Rahil and Dhruv have grown into fine men. They are fun loving and all annoying with the family but in the business world they're the strong pillars of the Rajawat family which cannot be shaken by any force. It's not that we all are perfect, each of us have our own flaws but our love for each other has healed numerous scars. But some scars can't be healed by the family. We all need a special certain someone who'll not try to hide our scars but would draw stars around it.