The Raizada's

Chapter 21

Turvi strolled toward the backyard where everyone was seated for evening tea. She suddenly felt a pair of hands pull her into a secluded corner.

"God, you scared me!" she breathed out, recognizing Siddhant.

"Who else would pull you away into a corner and press you against the wall but me?" Siddhant said, his fingers gently playing with her hair.

"Anyone can see us," Turvi whispered, looking around making sure no one is there.

"Who cares? We're married," he replied, leaning in for a kiss, but Turvi stopped him by placing her finger on his lips.

"Not now, Mr. Raizada. I'm busy," she said, causing him to groan softly.

"We spent the whole night kissing, Sid," Turvi reminded him.

"I can't get enough of your lips," Siddhant said, slightly licking her fingers.

Turvi chuckled softly, as Siddhant pouted playfully. "You're so greedy, Sid" she teased, running her fingers lightly over his lips before gently removing them.

Siddhant's face softened, and he looked at his wife with love in his eyes. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're irresistible, Turvi."

"You guys have a bedroom for a reason" Naina interrupted their moment as she passed by, causing both Turvi and Siddhant to chuckle.

Turvi blushed and covered her face, "I'm so embarrassed," she murmured.

"Don't be" said Siddhant as he gently took her hands away from her face.

"It's all because of you," Turvi replied.

Siddhant smirked. "Hello? Don't put all the blame on me. You're the one who's so attractive. What am I supposed to do?"

"I saw nothing" said Varsha as she interrupted the couple too, making Siddhant groan softly. Turvi chuckled and lightly pushed him away before walking off, leaving Siddhant grinning behind her.

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Avya stood in a corner, a glass of champagne in her hand. The sounds of Myra's party swirled around. The laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. The living room, aglow under the chandeliers, exuded warmth, casting a soft light over the guests.

She exhaled slowly, her eyes scanning the room for her husband. Her gaze lingered on Vihaan, who was busy talking with Myra Khan. They stood close, Myra's laughter echoing as she playfully touched Vihaan's arm. Avya's grip tightened on her glass, her heart seizing with a sharp pang of jealousy. Myra's presence grated on her nerves more than ever; every little thing about her-from her laugh to the way she played with her hair-seemed intolerably irritating.

"Bitch," Avya muttered under her breath, drinking her champagne in one swift motion.

"Hey, you look like you could use some company," Aarav's voice broke through Avya's thoughts. She turned to see him standing beside her, a friendly smile on his face.

"Aarav," she said, forcing a smile.

"So mean of your husband to leave you alone," he said jokingly.

"Yeah, I know," she replied with a grin.

"Are you enjoying the party?" he asked, glancing at the crowded room.

Avya shook her head. "Not really, I'm not exactly a party person."

Aarav chuckled. "It's funny how you and Vihaan ended up together. He's practically a party animal."

Avya shrugged. "Opposites attract, they say."
"Yeah, right," Aarav chuckled softly.