His Hayat

C h a p t e r 7

"Abhi, do you really think I look good enough?"

"You look breathtakingly beautiful, jaan."

Hayat looks at Abhimanyu, who's on the driver's seat, squinting her eyes, "What did you just call me?"

He turns his face to look at her and with a soft expression he says, "Jaan?"

Hayat's heartbeat skips a beat, as her whole body heatens up, as she starts to fan herself with her hands.

"Aapko garmi lag rhi hai, Jaan? AC chala du?"

She looks straight at him, nodding with a forced smile, "He's practicing Hayat, he is practicing, he doesn't mean it in literal sense."

After a moment of silence, "But why.... jaan though?" She looks at him.

"You could have chosen any other nickname for me, why that?"

"It's the meaning of your name." He says, looking straight at the road.

"Oh yes, Hayat does mean life...that makes sense..."

"And also...of my life, you are the meaning of my life, Hayat"

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—— [Rathore Mansion] ——

"You sure I look good, na?" Hayat asks as she shut the car door behind.

"Chand bhi sharma jaaye aapko dekh kar itni khoobsurat lag rhi hai aap, meri jaan!" He says, extending his hand to Hayat, as she laughs and takes his hand in hers.

"You are really good with your flirt lines, Mr. Abhimanyu!"

He gives a warm smile, as both them walk to the main entrance of the Rathore Mansion.

As they enter, hand-in-hand, they find all the family members lined up, in their most flashy of clothes.

"What is wrong with you people?" Abhimanyu speaks, as both of them reach the living hall.

None of them respond. Hayat looks at Abhimanyu, she walks off to touch the feet of Mr. Rathore, Abhimanyu's father.

As he makes a surprising face, immediately stopping her, "Humare Ghar me betiyaan pair nahi chuti beta." He says in his gentle voice, laughing.

"Humare Ghar me gale Milne ka riwaj hai" He hugs her, as both of them smile.

"Ofoo papa, itni jaldi acting tor di aapne, aapko bola tha na strict father types behave karna hai-" Rudra says, while everyone eases down, laughing.

"Are....Lakshmi aayi hai Ghar humare, main kaise welcome nhi kar sakta hu." Mr. Rathore says, breaking the hug.

Looking at Hayat, Mr. Rathore says, "Welcome to the Rathore Family, Hayat beta."

Hayat's heart melts at the warm embrace and overwhelming welcomeness, as this is the first time she had ever felt like this.

"Thank you Uncl-" "Uhu...papa kaho mujhe beta..." She laughs, her heart sinking to the floor, "Thank you papa ji.."

"Oye... Hayat" she turns to the familiar voice, only to get a tapli (slap) on her head, "Ahh-" she exclaimed.

"TUM SHAADI KAR RAHI HO! And you didn't even once think of informing me? Your best friend? I get to know that from someone else, huh-"

"Sorry yaar...I-" "I am not talking to you!" Vanshika turns and parades back towards her room in anger.

"Vani....sun-"

"Are don't mind her Hayat....hone wali bhabhi.....meri biwi thoda jyada hi heat up ho jaati hai kabhi kabhi...she will be okay in sometime...I will go check on her and infuse some sense in her..." Rudra says before running after his wife, only to stop mid-way turning "also...welcome to the Rathore's....humari hone wali bhabhi ji..."

He resumes on his way to find his wife went.

"They are so in love" Hayat whispers, giggling

"Badi bhabhi..." Hayat turns to the sweet voice, "...I can call you that right?"

I nod, "yes sure you can..." "...Amaira Rathore, but you can call me Amu, that's what they call me at home...I am aapki eklauti choti nanad."

Hayat smiles, "Aww...nice to meet you, Amu..."

Both of them hug, while Amaira whispers to Hayat, "By the way bhabhi, ek baat puchu..." "Huh? Poocho..." They break the hug.

"Aapne humare...cold se strict se bade  bhaiya ko...phasaya kaise?" She whispers, as Hayat chuckles, peeking a glance towards Abhimanyu who was busy talking to his father, more like listening to his father.

"Hmm....maybe....apni sundarta se?" She replies as both of them giggle.

"Chaliye main aapko Rathore Mansion ghumaati hoon-" "Sure- just let me tell Abhi first."

Amaira nods, waiting, as Hayat hurriedly walks towards Abhimanyu, only for her to trip on her heels on the smooth marble floor.

"Ah!" She closes her eyes, but when she does not land on the floor, she blinks opens her eyes to find Abhimanyu holding her, his one hand around her waist and the other securely holding her upper back.

"Jaan ! Are you okay?" He asks in the most soft and concerned of voice, as Hayat gets lost in his eyes.

.......

"He definitely is a romantic like me. So in love, I can see....never thought I would see this side of Abhimanyu." Mr. Rathore whispers to himself.

"Maine toh mazaak mazaak mein bola tha, kaise phasaya, bhaiya toh puri tarah se pyaar mein phase huye hai!" Amaira giggles to herself.

"Toh kya kaha tha tumne..." Rudra asks his wife, looking at the scene happening in the hall.

"...ki mujhe nahi lagta they are in love..." Vanshika replies.

"Toh, do you take that back now?"

She nods. "Bhaiya ji toh pure hi lattu huye ve hai Hayat pe..."

"I know right? How can someone believe, this is the same man who hates physical touch....and ohh the "jaan" shabd. Ohooo..bhaiya.." Rudra says admiring the romantic atmosphere of the hall.

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