Dheeraj entered the mansion, catching sight of Rudra Singh Rathod slicing an apple while chatting with Mythili.
"I wish I could expose their true nature to ma'am. Just imagine their reactions..." he thought, glaring at Rudra.
"Dheeraj, why are you resting your hand on your cheek? Is your tooth hurting?" Mythili asked, taking a bite of the apple. Her question only deepened Dheeraj's irritation; he wanted to shout,
'Aapka pati hi Mera sabse bada dard hai!'
But he held back. Pulling his hand away, he replied, "I'm here to take spare clothes for Ashwin sir, Adheer sir, and Karthik sir."
"Ek to tum yeh 'sir, sir' kehna band karo! Mera sir chakra jayega," Mythili retorted, clearly annoyed.
"Princess, why are you getting irritated?" Vardhan chimed in, walking over with a UNO deck in hand.
"Look, I finally stole this from Karthik's room," he grinned, passing the packet to Mythili.
"He will be damn angry," she warned.
Vardhan shrugged carelessly, not understanding her concern. Dheeraj, growing impatient, called out, "Ma'am!"
"First tell me why you were putting your hand on your cheek," she insisted, now focused on him.
"Aapke pati ne chamat lagaya... leave it, iss baar sirf chamat lagaya hai yeh bata diya to bhagwan bachaye mujhe uss devil se," Dheeraj thought. Before he could respond, Mythili interjected,
"Don't tell me Kajal slapped you!"
Her laughter filled the room, and the elders joined in, while Dheeraj felt increasingly uncomfortable. He just wanted to escape.
Suddenly, Mythili narrowed her eyes. "Why are you not laughing?"
Vardhan and Rudra shot him dangerous glares, prompting him to force a nervous smile and a fake laugh.
"Bas bas... yeh batao unke kapade kyun chahiye?"
She pressed. Dheeraj smirked, deciding he could complain about her husband's antics without revealing his own troubles.
"Lucifer made them clean the garden of 'Antra Mahal,' so all their favorite clothes got ruined. I was ordered to fetch fresh ones for them."
"Antra Mahal? Woh to kai saalon se band hai," Vardhan frowned, realizing the significance.
"And why would he do that?" Mythili asked, perplexed. Rudra answered knowingly.
"Remember yesterday? Their punishment for making you cry. It's deserved. Dheeraj, you can go get their clothes yourself; my princess is busy."
"But Baba sa, I'm not busy!" Mythili protested, frowning.
Rudra gently made her sit on the sofa, placing a plate of apples on her lap. "Now you are."
With a sigh, she resigned herself to snacking while playing UNO with Vardhan, Rudra, and a few maids, just as Dada sa joined them.
Ashwin's POV:
Ah, my back!
Today, I truly understand how hardworking our servants are. They definitely deserve a salary increment.
But not now. Right now, my back is killing me.
That devil... I wanted to complain to Bhabhi Ma, but he threatened us so harshly. Who knows what he'll make us clean next?
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Our Burning Desire
General Fiction[Sequel of 'MY SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE'] Once again, a tale of desire and respect Once again, a tale of Rathod and family bond A multi-couple story. Four different people, poles apart, but destiny plays its role. Two soulmates, two stories. One...
