Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF

Chapter 35

AUTHOR'S POV

The day of Hian's naming ceremony arrived, and the Agarawal house was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. The living room was adorned with marigold garlands and strings of fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the gathering. Family and friends filled the space, chatting animatedly, while children ran around, their laughter adding to the lively atmosphere. The scent of fresh flowers and incense filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the delicious food being prepared in the kitchen.

(p.s. I have changed the mishti's nephew's name)

Mishti moved through the crowd, a bright smile on her face, but there was a slight tension in her eyes. She wore a sky-blue floral saree that flowed gracefully around her. The soft blue color complemented her complexion, making her look ethereal. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and the delicate silver earrings she wore shimmered with every movement. She looked beautiful, almost like a breath of fresh air amid all the chaos.

But amidst the cheerful hustle and bustle, a noticeable tension lingered. Mishti's brother, Mihir, had been keeping his distance, only talking to Mishti when necessary, and even then, it was more like he was speaking to a stranger than his sister.

She hadn't spoken to Mihir properly in months—not since the fight about Abir. The once-close siblings were still caught in a cold silence that neither knew how to break.

Mishti couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, she missed her brother terribly, missed how things used to be between them.

Isha Bhabhi, always the peacemaker, had tried her best to bridge the gap between them. She had convinced Mishti to invite Abir and his family to the ceremony, hoping the gathering might soften Mihir's heart or at least provide a path toward reconciliation.

Abir arrived as the ceremony was about to begin, and the energy in the room seemed to shift instantly. He walked in wearing a light blue sherwani accentuating his tall, imposing figure. His dark eyes scanned the room, searching for her, and when they found her, he froze. 

Mishti was standing by the kitchen entrance, talking to Ishita, her best friend. She looked stunning in that sky-blue saree, a vision of softness and grace that made something primal stir inside him. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else—the people, the noise, the ceremony. All he could see was her.

A small, possessive smile tugged at his lips as his gaze traveled over her. She looked too beautiful, too delicate. He felt an overwhelming need to protect her, to claim her, to remind everyone that she was his.

Mishti felt someone looking at her intensely, she scanned the room to find Abir who had just entered, their eyes locked and his lips curved into that familiar smile that never failed to make her heart race. 

The smile he had just kept reserved for his sweetheart. He was dressed in a light blue sherwani, looking effortlessly handsome, exuding confidence and charm, she gave him her beautiful smile which made his heart flutter more than usual.

Kunal stood beside him dressed in a sharp black kurta, his arm around Kuhu's waist. They were a striking pair, complementing each other perfectly. Kuhu caught sight of Mishti and waved excitedly. "Mishti!" she called out weaving through the guests to reach her. It did break Mishti and Abir's intense eye lock bringing them back to the real world.

Behind them trailed Abir whose eyes were only on his sweetheart and Aarnav, who offered a polite nod to the hosts. The trio's presence didn't go unnoticed. Heads turned, whispers began to circulate, and a few people glanced curiously at Abir, whose reputation as a powerful and enigmatic figure wasn't entirely unknown to those who paid attention to the undercurrents of Mumbai's elite circles. Mishti felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, aware of the attention Abir's presence commanded.