"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"We should go on our honeymoon sooner," he said, and I let out a chuckle.
He looked at me with amusement, and I thought about how lucky I was to have him. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.
He smiled, and his eyes-those beautiful eyes-made me forget all my insecurities and self-doubts.
"Am I falling for you, Mr. Pratap Singh?" I thought to myself as he pulled me closer leaning to my face. "Stop, anyone can see us like this."
"No one is awake at this time. It's just you and me," he whispered in my ear, his breath tingling against my skin.
"Still no not here", I tried to pull myself away
"Awww, you guys look so cute together," a familiar voice said, making my eyes widen. I pushed him away a little too forcefully, and his head banged against the kitchen cabinet. He glared at me in pain.
"Itni raat ko jagrata kar raha hai tu," he grumbled, massaging his head and looking at Yuvan, who stood there wrapped in a quilt.
[What are you doing up till this late?]
"I'm sorry, Vansh," I tried to reach for him, but he just shot me another glare. I must have pushed him too hard.
"I couldn't sleep because of this stupid cold, so I came downstairs to eat something and found you two lovebirds getting cozy," Yuvan said, and I tried to hide my flustered state. "Seriously, guys, you have the biggest room in this house, yet we always find you in the study room, the kitchen, or sometimes the garden." He gave Yuvaan a deadpan look.
"Of course, you guys can do anything anywhere. Who am I to complain?" Yuvan said, scratching his head.
"You'll realize it when you get married," Vansh said, clenching his jaw and looking at me. "Aana, we will make sure our kids sleep with him and his wife on their wedding night."
"Me ye Ghar chhor Kar chala jaunga apni Biwi k sath" Yuvan, said being proud of his savage reply.
[I will leave this house with my wife.]
"Now you feel what I feel," Avi complained, sounding like a child squabbling with his brother. And remember a moment ago he mentioned the thing about kids-our kids-made me hide my smile as I looked away.
"Stop both of you bickering," I interjected. "Yuvi, what do you want to eat?" I asked, looking at him.
"Bhabhi please Maggie bana do aapke hantho ki best hoti hai" he said, showing his puppy eyes like a kid. I nodded, moving away, but suddenly Avi held my hand.
[Bhabhi, please make Maggie. It tastes the best when you make it,]
