She entered the room, and the next moment she was thrown on the bed and he hovered over her pinning her both hands above her head.
"What... are you doing?" she stammered, her voice shaking as she looked at him. His messy hair and red eyes radiated a...
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"I don't know about your sasur ji but your saali shabiha will have" Aman replied with his gaze focused on my back.
"fuck" I groaned at my wrong timing.
Kabir turned around to find Arushi standing there with an angry expression.
Little did he know that Arushi was chuckling inside at their conversation about "sasur ji" and "saali shabiha."
Kabir glanced at Rajveer for help, but Rajveer merely shrugged, avoiding his gaze.
Deciding not to trouble them further, Arushi looked at Kabir with the same stoic expression and said,
"Pandit ji is calling you. Come out."
She was about to leave without waiting for a response when Rajveer chimed in, wanting to gauge her mood.
"Baby, we're coming in just a minute," he said.
She turned back, giving Rajveer a tight-lipped smile as she appraised him from head to toe.
"Mr. Rathore, are you nuts?" she asked.
"No," Rajveer replied, perplexed by her sudden question.
"Oh, so from which angle do I look like a baby to you?" Arushi smirked before leaving the scene.
Rajveer stood there, his jaw dropped at her reply, while Aman burst into fits of laughter, enjoying his best friend's discomfort.
Kabir smirked at their interaction, teasing, "Nice roasting, Saali Shahiba."
"Shut up, you both. Let's move; otherwise, my sister will leave you in the pavilion," Rajveer commented, frustrated, and headed toward the garden.
They followed him into the garden, where Kabir admired the surroundings.
The mandap was set up amidst lush greenery and beautiful flowers. It was simple yet elegant—most likely perfect for the occasion. As the sun began to set, warm light enveloped the evening.
Kabir settled near the holy fire as the priest began chanting holy mantras, which he listened to attentively.
The men stood surrounding the pavilion. After some time, the priest announced, "Jaiye, dulhan ko bulaiye, muhurat ho gaya hai." (Go call bride the auspicious time has started)
Kabir's uncle replied, "Jii, Pandit ji," and left to call the women, who were still busy getting Aadrika ready. (Yes priest jii)
