Anjali finally managed to wrangle Aryan into the car after their playful chase, her laughter mingling with his drunken rambling. The drive to his house was filled with Aryan's nonsensical chatter about dancing rabbits and "Jumma night," making Anjali stifle her giggles.
When they arrived at his house, she was relieved to see Aahan waiting near the gate, arms crossed and shaking his head with a smirk.
"Yeh kya halat bana rakhi hai, bhai?" Aahan asked as Anjali helped Aryan out of the car.
"Ab apne bhaiya ji ko sambhalo, main chalti hoon!" Anjali said, handing Aryan over to Aahan.
Aryan mumbled something about a "superhero bunny" as Aahan half-carried him inside.
"Thank you, bhabhi!" Aahan winked playfully, emphasizing the "bhabhi," making Anjali blush slightly. She gave him a mock glare before waving goodbye and heading home.
Next Morning
Aryan groaned as the sunlight pierced through the window, his head pounding from last night's indulgence. Blinking his eyes open, he squinted against the brightness and tried to piece together the chaos from the night before. His head felt heavy, but suddenly, a familiar scent hit him—fresh ginger tea.
He opened his eyes fully to see Anjali standing by the bed, looking absolutely radiant in a stunning red saree, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. She held a cup of hangover tea, offering him a soft smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Taneja," she teased, her voice light and playful.
Aryan rubbed his eyes, still feeling groggy. "Jaan, tum yaha? Aur yeh aish... mera sar phata ja raha hai? Kal raat ko kya hua tha?" he asked, his voice hoarse, trying to make sense of the headache hammering through his skull.
Anjali let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Biwi hoon tumhari, yahi hongi na... pados ke ghar mein thodi," she quipped with a smirk. "Aur kuch nahi, bas tumne kal kuch zyada pi li thi... Utho, ab yeh lo."
She placed the cup of tea on the side of the bed, ready to leave.
Just as Anjali was about to turn and walk away, Aryan's gaze trailed over her wet hair, the red saree clinging to her curves, and she looked—well, too hot to ignore. His instincts kicked in. Before she could take another step, Aryan swiftly caught her wrist, pulling her down onto the bed with him.
Her soft gasp was all he needed to hear as she landed on top of him, her wet hair falling over his face like a cool waterfall. Aryan smirked, pushing the strands aside with a lazy grin, his voice low and husky. "Itni jaldi kaha, meri morning kiss kaha gayi?" he whispered, his eyes glinting with playful mischief.
Anjali's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat as she tried to play it cool. "Aryan!" she protested weakly, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze. "Chhodo mujhe!"
But Aryan wasn't paying attention to anything except how close Anjali was. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered with a teasing grin, "Chodne ke liye thodi tumhari maang bhari thi." (I didn't fill your forehead with sindoor to let you go.)
Their proximity was electric, and Aryan was clearly enjoying the moment—until suddenly, **Anjali's voice** came out in a squeak, high-pitched and desperate, "Bhai, bhai, please mujhe jaane do!" (Brother, brother, please let me go!)
Aryan froze, his grin vanishing as confusion clouded his face. "Bhai??" He blinked, slowly pulling back, only to see **Aahan** sitting in his arms, grinning mischievously.
"Aahan?!" Aryan yelled in pure horror. He immediately let go, practically flinging Aahan off him, and scrambled to the corner of the bed, pulling his legs up to his chest, his expression a mix of disgust and betrayal.
Aahan, always the drama king, placed both hands dramatically on his chest and made a fake crying face. "Bhai... *breaking news!* Do bhaiyo ne ki kiss, CHIII!!" (Brother... breaking news! Two brothers kissed, eww!!)
Aryan's face twisted in sheer disgust as he shuddered. "Chup kar, gadhe!" (Shut up, you idiot!) he said, mimicking Aahan's fake sobs. "Bhag yaha se! Kya pagal hai yeh!" (Get lost! What madness is this!)
Aahan continued his dramatic antics, clutching his heart. "Arre bhai, ab jo itna romantic ho gaye ho, toh mujhe bhi thoda pyaar mil jaane do!" he teased, fluttering his eyelashes dramatically.
(Brother, now that you're in such a romantic mood, let me have some of that love too!)
Aryan's eyes widened in pure horror. "Chup kar, Aahan, main tujhe maar daalunga!" (Shut up, Aahan, I will kill you!) He lunged toward Aahan, but his hangover made him wobble, giving Aahan the perfect chance to dash toward the door.
Aahan burst out laughing as he ran out of the room, dodging Aryan's half-hearted attempt to catch him. "Bhai, relax! Main bhabhi ko zaroor bataunga ki tum subah-subah kaise kaise sapne dekh rahe the!" (Brother, relax! I'll definitely tell sister-in-law about the dreams you were having this morning!)
Aryan suddenly realized—he had been dreaming about **Anjali** the entire time.
He groaned, covering his face with his hands his heart still racing. **Poor guy. What else could he do?** After all, he was completely head over heels for his future wife.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
