His Foreign Love

Chapter 1

• I PART •

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"Adaa matlab, dawa matlab
Yaar matlab, pyaar matlab
Bata matlab kahan jaaun?
Jahan jaaun wahan matlab..."

Mumbai, India.

It was beautiful, bright morning with sunny weather. The melodious sound of singing prayers and the ringing of the bell was echoing in the whole mansion. Birds were chirping in the sky and the sunlight was gracing the whole mansion with its beauty. The woman singing the prayers and chanting the mantras touched the feet of the idols of the God and joined her hands in front of them with her eyes closed.

Her beautiful long lashes were kissing her cheeks and her beautiful pink saree enhancing her Beauty more. A few strands of her hair were gracing her face like some curtains and her slim waist was something men would like to die for. After praying and taking blessings of God that woman opened her eyes slowly and exited the chapel (Puja Ghar). She wore her slippers and straightly walked towards the stairs.

She started climbing the stairs while adjusting her saree and reached at the second floor of the mansion. Walking down the hallway she met with some house helpers who were working and cleaning in the hallway. She simply passed them her sweet smile and reached down the hallway. She knocked at the last door of the room and then turning the doorknob entered inside.

As soon as she entered inside the room she sighed because she expected, what she was watching in front of her. She shook her head to herself and walked further inside the dark room. First she walked towards the glass windows and removed curtains from them. Immediately sun rays break through the glass and fell into the room. Then that woman turned towards the sleeping figure sprawled on the whole bed.

She immediately went near the bed and snatched the duvet from the half naked figure of a burly and muscular man laying on his stomach. His back was fine and his shoulders were broad. His arms placed on the pillow beside his head. When he felt the sudden cold air of air conditioner hitting him, he groaned and stretched his arm out to fetch the duvet back but didn't get the hold of duvet which made him frown and he took his face out of the pillow.

When the sudden bright lights hit his face he groaned more loudly and stretched his arms on the bed while the woman kept looking at him with not so amused expressions, like it was his daily routine. He already sensed the another humanly presence in the room which made him to bite his tongue.

"Kasam se bhabhi maa mai bas uthne hi wala tha." He said in his husky morning voice not facing the woman yet.
(Translation: I was about to wake up sister-in-law, I swear.)

The woman pursed her lips and threw the duvet on the bed. Bending her body a little down she grabbed the ear of that man and twisted it which made him to hiss but he didn't bother to swat her hand away.

"Wo to hume pata hai ap kitna uthne wale the, or kitna naha kar neechey aane wale the." the woman none other than Shweta Raghuvanshi the wife of Uday Raghuvanshi and sister-in-law of Yuvaan Raghuvanshi said.
(Translation: I know how much you were going to get up and how much you were going to come downstairs after taking a bath.)

Yuvaan immediately sat up on the bed with an offended look at his face. First he bent down and touched her feet, then he again sat on the bed like a grumpy kid, who got accused of playing too much.

"Kya bhabhi maa? Apko hum par itna bhi vishwas nahi?" he said offensively and fetched the t-shirt hanging from the headboard. He wore it immediately and raked his fingers through his disheaveled hair.
(Translation: What sister-in-law? Don't you trust me even this much?)