Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 "The Boxer Battle of the Century!" ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
There's something oddly peaceful about waiting. Or so I thought before tonight. Sitting on the living room sofa, flipping through a magazine, I had mentally prepared for another quiet evening. Raj had told me he'd eat out with Yuvan and Tanishk, leaving me to have dinner with the family. I wasn't upset, at least, not initially.
But it's past midnight now, and the quiet has turned restless. Then, the familiar sound of his car horn shatters the stillness.
I sauntered toward the door, but as the door opened, my expectations crumbled faster than my patience. Tanishk was practically carrying Raj inside like some oversized toddler who'd indulged in too much sugar except, in this case, it was alcohol.
"Bhabhi, sambhalo isko!"
"Sister-in-law, handle him!" Tanishk grumbled, his face a mix of annoyance and pity as he carefully laid Raj on the sofa.
"He's all yours now," Tanishk said, half-amused, half-exasperated. And there he was. My otherwise regal, composed, Hukum-sa of a husband, sprawled across the sofa, mumbling incoherent nonsense. I crossed my arms and stared at Tanishk, clearly done with chaos.
"How could he drink this much? He looks like he's auditioning for a comedy show!" He shrugged.
"Bar staff called. Said something about him needing to fix things," I blinked. Fix things? By drowning himself in beer? Genius.
"I'll handle him," I muttered.
"Did you drink too?" I asked, my arms crossed, my tone sharp.
"Uh... just, you know, giving him company," he replied, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.
"Oh really? Maybe I should call Jiya to keep you in check," I said, raising an eyebrow. His eyes went wide, he opened his mouth to protest but immediately shut it. Of course, when it came to Jiya, he was all talk and no action. Yet, He shrugged coolly, trying to play it off. But before I could push further, he sidled up to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders in an attempt to soothe my irritation.
Classic distraction tactic.
"You've got your hands full tonight. Good luck!"
"Tani... bastard... don't hug my Siyu....."
"Just get good sleep, man!" Tanishk snapped walking towards door, causing me to follow him. As I closed the door, I turned to adhiraj, sprawled on the sofa. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open to half-mast.
"Wifey... waaaterrr..." he slurred, his voice thick with intoxication. Grumbling, I fetched a glass. But of course, my highly competent husband couldn't even drink properly. Water dribbled down his stubbled chin like a toddler spilling milk. I sighed, kneeling in front of him. He attempted to drink but spilled more than he managed to swallow.
