Hukum sa little obsession

Dinner

**Author's POV:**Ishita hurried downstairs, her heart still pounding from the encounter with Shivendra. As she took her seat at the dining table, she tried to calm herself, but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her emotions."Ishita, where's Shivendra?" her mother asked, noticing the empty chair beside her."H-He's coming," Ishita replied, her voice a little too high-pitched. She could feel all eyes on her, which only made her more self-conscious. Aryan, who was seated across from her, noticed her flushed face and decided to tease her. "Are you okay, Ishita? You look a bit red," he said with a playful smirk.Everyone at the table turned to look at Ishita, curiosity in their eyes. She felt the heat rise even more in her cheeks. "Y-Yes, I'm fine," she stammered, quickly shooting a sharp glare at Aryan, silently warning him to drop the subject.Just then, Shivendra entered the room, his presence commanding attention. He walked over to the table, his gaze immediately finding Ishita. She could feel the intensity of his stare, and it made her pulse quicken once again.Sensing an opportunity to stir the pot, Aryan decided to test the waters. "Hey, Ishita," he began, leaning forward with a charming grin, "do you have Instagram?"Ishita, caught off guard, blinked at him. "Yes, I do," she replied cautiously."Mind sharing your ID, beautiful?" Aryan asked, his tone smooth, but there was an edge of mischief in his eyes.Ishita hesitated for a moment, aware that Shivendra was watching their exchange. "Okay, sure," she said finally, pulling out her phone to share her Instagram handle with Aryan.As they exchanged IDs, Ishita couldn't help but feel the weight of someone's gaze. She glanced up, and her breath caught when she saw Shivendra's expression. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched, and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that hadn't been there before.Shivendra's gaze was fixed on Aryan, the easygoing charm he usually exuded replaced with a quiet, simmering intensity. It was clear that he didn't like what he was seeing, and the atmosphere around the table grew tense.Aryan, aware of the shift in the room, only smiled wider, clearly enjoying the reaction he was provoking. "Thanks, Ishita. I'll definitely give you a follow," he said, his voice deliberately casual, but the undertone was unmistakable.Ishita could feel the tension rolling off Shivendra in waves, and it made her nervous. She hadn't anticipated this—hadn't expected that a simple exchange of Instagram handles could set off such a reaction.The rest of the dinner passed in a blur for Ishita, her mind preoccupied with the growing tension between Shivendra and Aryan. She could sense the undercurrent of rivalry in their interactions, and it made her uneasy. Shivendra's protectiveness and Aryan's playful provocation created a charged atmosphere, one that left Ishita feeling caught in the middle.As dinner came to an end, Ishita couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get more complicated. Shivendra's intensity had stirred something in her, and Aryan's teasing had only added fuel to the fire. She was now fully aware that she was caught between two forces, and the dynamics of their relationships were shifting in ways she hadn't anticipated.And as they all retired for the night, Ishita couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring, knowing that the tension between Shivendra and Aryan was far from over.**Shivendra's POV:**As I walked downstairs, my eyes immediately searched for her—my jaan. There she was, sitting at the table, her cheeks flushed a deep red. The sight of her, still affected by our earlier encounter, brought a small smirk to my lips. I took a seat behind her, my focus entirely on her.But then Aryan's voice cut through the air, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Ishita, do you have Instagram?" he asked, his tone too playful for my liking. My gaze shifted to them, narrowing slightly as I saw them exchanging IDs. My mood darkened instantly, the air around me growing colder.After dinner, I caught Aryan's arm as he was about to leave. "Come to my room," I said, my voice laced with an edge that brooked no argument. He followed me upstairs, sensing the seriousness in my tone.Once we were inside my room, he turned to me, confusion evident in his expression. "What happened, bhai?"I didn't waste time with pleasantries. "You're here for work, not for flirting," I said coldly, my voice firm and unyielding.Aryan, however, seemed unfazed by my stern tone. Instead, he flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, but she is pretty, bhai," he said, almost teasingly.My jaw tightened. "She's like your sister," I reminded him, my voice a notch colder.But Aryan, the insufferable brat that he is, just grinned wider. "Then she's also your sister," he shot back, before suddenly bolting out of the room."YOU BITCH, COME BACK HERE!" I shouted after him, my voice booming through the halls. But Aryan, laughing like a maniac, was already halfway down the corridor."Sorry, bhai! I mean, she's my sister-in-law—my bhabhi maa!" he yelled back, still running away, his laughter echoing behind him.I stood there for a moment, the silence of my room settling around me. A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "Bhabhi maa..." I murmured to myself, the thought warming my chest. My jaan, my Ishita, was going to be this dumb boy's bhabhi maa.Still smiling at the thought, I finally decided to get some sleep, my mind filled with thoughts of her. She was becoming more than just someone I wanted; she was becoming someone I needed, someone who was slowly, but surely, becoming the center of my world.