her calling her husband to bed seeing , him working to late, ''am i day dreaming or did you just invite me to the bed wifey''
''to sleep.....don't get any dirty idea''
''impossible....all i have are dirty ideas ...and when it comes to you some down...
i woke up as someone was knocking at my rooms door
opening my eyes , i first saw the sun rays coming from the window , then at the clock
ohh god its 12'o clock in the morning
" bani bhabhi....bhabhi...open the door"
someone was calling me it was the voice of some girl, i don't know
"coming,wait a little please" i said my voice still drowsy. i still remember after picking the shattered glass i in fear to yuvan's anger, feared locked the door
my eyes red from crying and my face swollen
i stood up , my wedding dress still on me i opened the door
as i thought it was a girl long brown hairs fair skin and older then me
she smilled, "good morning bhabhi" her soft gesture towards me made me fell comfortable towards her
"good morning....a....." i stumbbled as i don't know her name she was not present in the mandir , maybe she was
" i am akshara...... yuvan bhaiya's step sister"
ohh now i get.
" let me come in" she said as she come inside , i closeed the door behind me," you must be tired , go take a bath, let me take out your clothes....well i had arranged the closet " she moved to the almira opening it," some cozy, traditional, some western.....what would you like to wear"
she asked smilling , i got my freind let me ask" can you arrange some books for me"
i asked her , yuvan had already taken my everything but still i have my dreams
"what??"
" i am a neet aspirant , you know within a weak the exam is going to start , i want to revise"
" but ...do you think ,yuvan bhaiya would allow, i meaan he is-"
"i know .....but"
"i will try bhabhi ...you should ask yug bhaiya....he is a doctor..... he must be having...because its a lot of years when i left all my studies i am a vlogger also i hate books ....it will be aqward to bring medical books to the house....and when bhaiya is too strict about the security the time you come"
oh....so he is keeping records so that i might not run away
'' its okay dear.......... can you pls pick the one cozy and comfortable"
she after searching a lot ?? what the hell , i asked for a cloth only one
she picked one and gave me i went i the washroom
after a shower i came out
" wow bhabhi, not a single drop of makeup still you look amazing"
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"bhabhi...yashodhra tai is calling you for lunch" a small girl nearly of 11-12 years called me
i am damn scared
but my stomach grolled.
I walked into the dining room
, the warm glow of the chandelier illuminating the tension-filled space. , Yuvan's mom, called me to eat, her voice laced with a mix of warmth and worry. yuvan, his father , his chachi and chacha, ayaan there son, yuvan's mom and dad his step mom all sitting
"Bani, beta, come and eat!"
Yuvan's glare made my heart sink, his eyes narrowing as I approached the table. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, but my stomach twisted into knots.
"Sit on the floor only family members sit here," Yuvan growled, his voice low and menacing, like thunder on a stormy night.
"exactly yuvan, this shit doesnot deserve to sit with rajputs" yuvan's step mother say
" ohh really kamolika, then you should dissaper from my house, whore like you-"
"YUVAN SHE IS YOUR-'' his father yelled
" she is not my mom , atharva singh rajput. she is your wh-"
"that's enough.... i am done ....lets go kamolika....let me drop you to office" his father said as they both left
yuvan's lips curled into a smirk
" for god swear, you done good job beta now we will eat in peace" his chachi said i still standing
" SIT ON THE FLOOR BANI" he said
I felt a lump form in my throat as I hesitated, my eyes darting to his mom, searching for reassurance.
She intervened, her voice trembling, her hands shaking slightly as she placed a gentle hand on Yuvan's arm.
"Yuvan, how can you ask her to sit on the floor? If she sits there, I'll sit with her. ."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as her words wrapped around me like a warm hug. Her eyes, filled with empathy, met mine.
Yuvan's expression softened slightly, but his anger remained, simmering beneath the surface like a pot about to boil.
"Fine, sit on the chair," he muttered, his jaw clenched.
I took my seat as much far as i can sit from him
"come and sit with me.......ayaan shoot" he said as ayaan which was sitting besid him lest ad sat where i was going to sit, trying to ignore the sting of his rejection, the weight of his displeasure settling heavy on my shoulders.
his mom served daal, the steaming hot ladleful landing on my plate with a soft clink.
"I don't want to eat daal, Aunty," I said softly, pushing the plate away.
Yuvan's face darkened, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Eat it! You'll do what we do," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.
My heart racing, I pleaded silently: Please don't make me. I'm allergic.
But Yuvan's expression remained unyielding, his jaw set.
I tried to push the plate away again, but Yuvan's hand closed around my wrist, his grip tight.
"Eat," he growled.
i eat one spoon
" whole bowl" he said and i have to drink
The familiar tingling sensation began – my allergy reacting.
No, no, no... not again.
My face contorted in distress, coughing violently, rashes spreading across my hands and face like wildfire.
"Maa..." I gasped, struggling to breathe, my vision blurring.
everyone panicked voice cut through the haze.
"Bani, oh God! Yuvan, call the doctor!"
Yuvan's face feared for once but become the same after a second as he grabbed his phone.
You hurt me, Yuvan... again.
His eyes filled with regret i can see only a flash
