【36】 Didi tera devar deewana ~

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📍Rathore's Mansion, Delhi

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📍Rathore's Mansion, Delhi.

It's going to be the end of the day soon since Wall Clock reflected 8 PM back at me.

But I guess we youngsters have different plans for our newly married couple.

The evening time passed away as we played some little games and a never ending conversation held on.

Now it's time for an actual showdown.

Everyone, including Singhanias and Agarwals and some other family friends are all sat in their seats.

A small stage has been set up in front of us. Rishika and Abhir decorated the whole mansion to create some real effects.

The ladies are probably getting ready and meanwhile men are waiting for them, as usual.

"Bro!! I wanna ask you something" Dhruv claimed. He was sitting beside me on a sofa.

I simply nodded my head at him in acknowledgement.

"Uhm.." He sounded nervous as he looked away.

"Say it. I don't have the whole day!!" I replied coolly. And I guess my face is definitely in a disgusting manner.

"Is it okay to do THAT before marriage?" He finally spilt it out.

I was about to say something but Wait-WHAT??

My eyes narrowed as I processed the information properly in my brain.

He did THAT?? Before Marriage?? No, that's not the matter. He did THAT before me?? Great.

"I guess so" I answered nonchalantly with a shrug.

"What guess?? You might have also done that till now!!" He scoffed.

I don't have the heart to tell him that I didn't. Who will explain to him that my girl isn't like his girl.

Even if she falls in love with me, she will keep that to herself. She probably wants me to confess first.

And I'm being stubborn here because She will be the first one confessing, not me.

"It's Okay to do THAT before marriage but I hope you used protection!!" I spoke out despite the war going inside my brain.

"No, I didn't." He pouted. FUCKING POUTED!?

"Arsehole!!" I muttered, while pinching the bridge of my nose. Clearly done with this man.

He opened his mouth to speak but pursued his lips shut when a tingling noises of anklets echoed in the Hallways.

My eyes snapped at the top of the stairs where Aridhi was standing in a wine colour silk saree, giving a perfect view of her curves and petite figure.

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