𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟑𝟏 | 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.

It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous

As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, anticipation filled the air. It was the day of my Mehandi function, and I had no idea what was in store for me. Adorned in a stunning green net embroidered sequin neck ombre lehenga, chosen by Revansh himself, I couldn't help but feel a sense of elegance and grace. My hair was elegantly styled in a bun, adorned with some delicate flowers. The excitement bubbled within me as I imagined the look on Revansh's face when he saw me in this breathtaking outfit.

Yesterday, I was dreading when Mumma unexpectedly knocked on the door and felt like I had lost all my fucking blood, but Revansh, as usual, provided me with comfort. Despite this, I steered him into the washroom and urged him to stay inside. But him being an ass, he attempts to argue by saying: "Please, baby, now let her know. I am her son-in-law," my furious gaze caused him to instantly shut his beloved mouth and stand there with an adorable pout on his face.

I even asked him to give me my panties back, but he responded by saying he wanted to keep them forever, it was weird but okay. When I opened the door, I witnessed Mumma had a scowl on her gorgeous face because I hadn't shown up wearing the lehenga just because I was engaged in letting Revansh eat my pussy. I conveyed some unknown explanation to her, and she finally mustered the mood to bid me goodbye and rest.

Kiara also came up to say goodbye, and as a duty of best friend, I instructed her to be at the Mehandi function before anyone else.

She arrived at noon, attired in a ravishing lime green outfit. Kiara said that Revansh acquired the outfit within a day, which is quite remarkable. Kiara, who is even more picky and precise than me, dated Vivaan Grover, and I still can't comprehend how. He is reputed and decent for sure, but I don't really like him. But since she is my best friend, isn't it necessary for me to support and take her side in every decision she makes?

A knock clicked on the door, gaining my attention. "Ha? Ander aao," I spoke. The door slightly opened, and in walked Visha, my cousin sister who is the same age as me. "Amaya, chalo, sab tumhe neeche bula rahe," she said. I nodded and left the room with her.