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𝒜𝓇𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓋~

The night sky was peaceful as I drove back from Mishka's house, the cool breeze brushing against my face through the open window.

The memory of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she saw the room we decorated together, replayed in my mind like a favorite movie scene.

It was her birthday, and though she didn't ask for much, I wanted to give her everything, even if it was something as simple as fairy lights and flowers.

We had spent the evening at the temple, where she prayed quietly while I stood guard, ensuring no wandering eyes lingered too long on the way her deep red saree clung to her waist. I couldn't help it. The thought of someone else even glancing at her made my blood boil.

And that moment, in her room, when she shyly talked about the kiss, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to give in.

Mishka is something delicate, someone I have to protect, not just from the world but from myself too. She deserves more than just passion. She deserves devotion. And that"s what I'll give her, no matter how much I burn for her.

As I pulled into the driveway, I knew this sense of peace wouldn't last long. My mother would be waiting. The moment I walked through the door, her fury hit me like a storm.

"You missed the family meeting!" she yelled, standing at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed, her gaze sharp and accusing.

"I had something important to do." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Something important? More important than your own family?" Her voice rose.

"It was Mishka's birthday. You knew that." I said calmly as I stepped forward, trying to stay calm. I know where this is going.

Her eyes flared, and she laughed bitterly.

"Of course, it was. How convenient. That girl has already started pulling you away from your responsibilities. Do you think she'll stop at this? She'll ruin you, Arsh. Mark my words." She says bitterly.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to let her words get under my skin. "Mishka is not like that."

"Oh, please!" she snapped, stepping closer. "She's manipulating you. I see right through her. You're a fool if you think she's anything special."

I took a deep breath, my fists tightening at my sides. "She's everything to me."

"You'll be marrying soon to the girl I'vedecidedfor you." She crossed her arms.

"If I ever marry, it will be Mishka. If not her, then no one." I stated as I looked into her eyes.

For a second, my mother stood there, speechless, her eyes widening at my declaration. But then, her face twisted with rage.

"You think I'll allow that? You're my son, and you will not ruin this family over some girl." she spat.

"Your son?" a voice interrupted from the doorway, smooth yet tinged with a hint of mockery. I turned to see Raghav leaning against the doorframe, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"Doesn't seem like she's too fond of her son's decisions, Arsh." He continued.

"Raghav," I greeted, my voice softening. "You're back."

Raghav doesn't live with us, but whenever he visits, it always feet like something shifted in the house. He is a year older than me, someone I looked up to. He has a way of handling everything with ease, a certain charm I always admired. But my mother? She barely concealed her dislike for him. I never understood why.