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"Aur, Dilliwale Maharaj, aa gaye aap yahan?" Mohini teased Krishna as he sulked in a garden corner, plucking petals from the wild roses.
He stared at her and raised his brow, "Maharaj? Me?"
"Yes, what should I call you, Your Royal Highness, if not Maharaj?" she retorted, giving his feet a swift kick. "Don't scatter trash everywhere. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep this garden clean?"
Krishna, visibly annoyed, tossed the flower he was holding aside. "Well, you're not the gardener, so why do you care?" he snapped. "And I'm no Maharaj. I'm just here to be the chauffeur of the Singh women from the marriage hall to the Pandit's place because the main driver is busy getting married to the Pandit's princess."
Mohini chuckled, "Arey, poor Krishna, being forced into the mold of a responsible Indian man. Such a difficult task!" She grinned as he glared at her. "Wait, you have something on your brow..." She reached out to inspect the small cut on his left eyebrow, but before she could touch him, he caught her hand making her inhale sharply.
Until that moment, she had felt nothing special for him. He was just another friend—annoying yet funny, someone who disliked women who talked too much yet still enjoyed her company. He had laughed at the idea of her being a potential marriage prospect but never excluded her from his rambling chats.
But as soon as he touched her hand, everything changed.
A sharp, intense zing shot through her as if his touch sparked a delightful electric current. She stared into his black eyes, suddenly realizing how captivating they were, wondering if they had always been this mesmerizing. He still held her hand, and the sensation of his touch was becoming unbearably beautiful, sending waves of first-love thrills through her, the kind that made her heart race and her thoughts spin in delightful confusion.
"Mohini..."
Her lips parted as, for the first time, her name sounded as melodious as his voice made it. Mohini—wasn't that the female avatar of Lord Krishna? She and Krishna were the same, bound by a name that carried with it stories of mysticism. Mohini—the name that now felt like a song, sweet and eternal, resonating with the heavenly melody of Krishna's voice.
He tugged her closer, asking, "Where have you been exploring, hmm?" His voice carried an unexpectedly appealing tone. "There's so much debris in your hair!" he remarked, brushing it away with a smile.
At that moment, Mohini knew things had changed.
She pushed him gently, taking a few steps back. He had mentioned someone, his whatever stupid complicated love story to her, and she didn't want to develop any deeper feelings for him. Avoiding his gaze, she didn't want to get lost in his stupid captivating eyes that made her heart flutter like butterflies in the open field, nor did she want to focus on his lips that...
Her gaze flickered towards his lips, and she swallowed hard. "Krishna, I've got some things to attend to. Bye," she said a poor excuse, quickly turning away and hurrying off, leaving Krishna puzzled by her sudden change in behavior.
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He stared at Mohini as she ran like a madwoman, mumbling something to herself. "What's wrong with her?"
"Devar Ji, everything fine?"
Just when he believed he could find solace away from the bustling crowd, especially far from a certain woman, she ensured she stood right behind him.
"I'm not your Devar, Devika," he stated firmly, shaking his head in disagreement. "Only Nishita could address me as such."
"Come on, Devar Ji, haven't you learned from your past? Nishu is your Bhabhi, can't you address her as Bhabhi?" Devika chided playfully, patting his head as though he were a child. "And as her friend, I have enough privilege to at least call you whatever I want."
He clenched his teeth. "Is there a particular reason you're not yet married and sent off to a distant land?"
"I am younger than you and you seem pretty interested, so will you marry me, Devar Ji of Nishita?" she teased, circling her hands over his shoulder with a smirk. "Don't you think we'd make a splendid couple?"
He grabbed her wrists and pushed them away. "You're so fucking incorrigible."
"Waewaewaewae..."
"I pray that Kant Bhaiyya marries soon so you can leave his apartment." Krishna snarled, "That poor guy will go crazy with a woman like you in his flat."
"What!?"
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A/N
Well, well, well, a bit of drama.
Don't shout, please. I am sure that most of you already expected a bit of drama between Mohini and Krishna, so calm down ;)
Also, I so want to see Devika's face right now. Poor gurl has no clue about what her bestie cooked behind her back and whatthehaiiiil her darling, kuchipuchi Kant, is cooking far away from her.
Next up in Shadi Sangeet's special is "Dilliwali Girlfriend" Doesn't it suit Krishna and Mohini's situation here, okay don't shout, byeeee XD
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