Sarthak's POV
"Ahh," I moaned in pleasure when the taste of hot, delicious and cheesy pizza flooded on my tongue. "This is so fucking perfect."
Dipti grimaced at the sight of the large pizza placed on the table. "Stop being dramatic."
"But it's true." I mocked my delight and forwarded the pizza slice to her. "Try it."
She immediately covered her mouth and eyes with each hand. She gagged in disgust, and I grinned. She hates pizzas and, I know, she is a witch for that.
Who in their right minds hate pizza?
But then again, she is never in her right mind.
I was having a good time enjoying my food, but a loud, thundering voice echoed in the house making me flinch.
"SARTHAK, BHADWE KE PILLE!"
"SARTHAK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
My mouth fell apart when I saw Sanskaar Sahani standing at the door. His ragged breathing and clenched fist made my blood run cold.
"Saale, suar jaisi shakal ke. Meri behen se shaadi karega tu?"
"Bastard, you pig-like man. You will marry my sister?"
He stormed toward me, and I immediately got up before running in the opposite direction.
"AAAHHHHH!" I ran as fast as I could. I knocked a vase on my way to the backyard and looked over my shoulder only to find him chasing me like a raging bull.
Bhai often calls him chashmish bull.
Only he has the audacity to get into someone's house uninvited and run around behind them to beat them up.
I stood at the behind a round table and he stopped right in front of me, on the opposite side.
"Bhaiya, hear me out please." I begged joining my hands.
He looked like he was about to grow horns on his head and smoke will come out of his ears and nose.
"Kya sunu? KYA SUNU? Tum Ahuja bhaiyon ko meri behene hi milti hai. Pehle woh Shobhit aur ab tu!"
"What should I hear? WHAT SHOULD I HEAR? You Ahuja brothers only find my sisters. First it was Shobhit, and now you!"
He banged the table and sprinted around to catch me only for me to run around the table and stop.
"What's the problem in that?" I asked, momentarily offended. "You should be happy your sisters got amazing men and will live in the same house."
"Amazing men?" He scoffed aggressively. "Shobhit is okay, I admit. But you? You are a fucking asshole. How dare you look at my sister with those filthy eyes of yours."
We ran another round, around the table. I laughed when he huffed in exhaustion.
"Aww, kittycat." I mocked him with the name he hates. "Even if I am an asshole, I still got my woman. Unlike you, who has been in one-sided love since the last three years. The world drools over you but not the woman you love. She ignores you. So sad." I laughed after provoking him.
He stilled making me confused and still as well. He glared at me and then within a blink, he climbed the table before pouncing onto me like a jackal.
"Mummy." I cried and tried to run but both of us fell down on the ground.
He pinned me down on the grass and strangled my body. He grabbed my collar in a tight grip.
"She does not ignore me, understand?" He screamed in my face and continually shook me by my shirt like a child who is throwing tantrums.
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