His sukoon : His junoon

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Vittorio was on his way back, holding Isha's earring, when he felt someone's gaze fixed on him. Pausing, he glanced around and noticed Ishaan staring at him wide eyed and then with a thumbs-up and a wide grin.

Why not? The one who got hurt wasn't some innocent lady—it was the same woman who had hurt his friend. Ishaan felt a surge of satisfaction, pleased to see her not being treated with kindness. He appreciated that Vittorio didn't let her gender soften his actions, especially when she had wronged Isha.

"That was great," Ishaan said, walking up to him with a grin. Vittorio, flustered by the compliment, nodded silently, his ears turning red as he tried to avert his gaze. He didn't know how to respond, so he simply motioned toward the earring and then to Isha before making a swift exit.

Ishaan, amused by Vittorio's reaction, chuckled softly and headed off, his mind already on the feast that awaited. He filled his plate to the brim and, with a mischievous smirk, approached Isha. Stuffing an entire gulab jamun into his mouth, he grinned at her, his cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk.

Meanwhile, Rudransh was delicately removing Isha's other earring, though she tried to resist, insisting she could manage on her own.

"Ffhthufyvy," Ishaan mumbled incoherently, his mouth still full.

Isha glanced at him with a mix of confusion and disgust. "Eat first," she scolded.

He hurriedly swallowed, about to make a snarky comment, but froze when he felt Rudransh's sharp gaze drilling into him. Flashing an awkward smile, he freed one hand and gave a mock salute. "Long live the queen!" he exclaimed, before dashing off like a scared cat, as if his life depended on it.

The next day dawned, filled with a frenzy of preparations. The atmosphere was tense as everyone seemed to be rushing around, ensuring no detail was overlooked. Something—or rather, someone—important was arriving. Isha noticed the anxious energy in the air and grew increasingly confused.

As she stood by, wondering what was going on, Ishaan appeared beside her, casually whistling a tune. "What's happening?" she asked, bewildered.

He grinned, clearly enjoying her confusion. "Oh, nothing major. Just your grand in-laws are coming."

"Unke?" Isha's eyes widened in shock. "His grandparents?"

Ishaan raised a brow and nodded, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Yep. your unke grand parents. Word is they're very protective and possessive of their grandson, so brace yourself for some intense scrutiny."

Isha gulped nervously. "Are they really that scary?"

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Ishaan leaned in closer. "I've heard some wild stories. Once, when a company tried to betray Rudransh in his early years, they shut it down completely. That company was the third-largest in the world at the time, and its CEO? Well, let's just say he was never found again."

Isha stared at him in disbelief. "Really?"

Ishaan watched her for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "No, no, I'm just messing with you!"

Isha gave him a furious glare, but before she could retort, he added, "Well, the part about them being possessive and protective is true. You'll see for yourself soon enough."

Still flustered, Isha watched as Ishaan walked away, leaving her lost in thought. She hadn't seen Rudransh all morning—he had been in his gym when she woke up. Too shy to face him, she had been avoiding him all day, though she could sense his frustration at her absence.