𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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Two weeks passes since our marriage. Since the day I promised myself that I am never letting her go.
I worked from home while Heer went to her office once to handover her acceptance letter to elope to Los Angeles. I wanted to ask her to not to leave.
But I won't do that. Because it is her achievement. I won't let myself be a barrier between my girl and her dreams. I will help her reach it while convincing her to make this relationship work.
It's a Sunday when Ma invited my close friends to dinner at home. She occasionally hosts luncheons and dinners for various decisions but this feast is for our wedding.
Everyone including that fucker Aarav Khurana whom I got to know through Kabir, that he is his future brother-in-law has arrived for the gathering.
I didn't see Heer yet. The girls are in the game room. Probably having conversations about us men.
I wanted to catch a glimpse of Heer but she hasn't come downstairs since then.
"Stop day dreaming Aman. I know you just got married, but we haven't seen you in a month man. Atleast welcome us." Ishaan teases me lightly.
"Yeah man. You haven't even spoken a full sentence since we came. Where's that charming boy of ours?" Rohan grins at me.
"Don't taunt him guys. He's probably wrapped around his new wife's pallu in his dreamland." Hritik howls.
Vihaan gives me an amusing stare raising an eyebrow. I show them all my middle finger.
"Fuck off." I say although what they said was true. Observant fuckers.
"Who wouldn't be dreaming when they have a wife like Nitya." Aarav says.
My friends all stops laughing and directs him glares. The whole place is deadly silent looking straight at him trying to figure out who he is.
"Do not talk about her like that. Do not even think about her." I grit my teeth and make a note to tell Kabir to not to invite him to our family functions.
"Who the fuck are you?" Vihaan asks.
He smirks like the douchebag he is, "Aarav Khurana." He wraps an arm around the armchair, like his name is an honour.
Vihaan clenches his hand in a fist and gets up like he's ready to punch the shit out of him, but before that the girls come into the hall.
All my friends gets up from their places and move to one side while the girl's sit on the opposite side.
