𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧

25⚚ Everything

I should really stop obsessing over this book!! Like wtf, I kept writing this book for 5 hours now>>😭😭 And I fucking have semester exam tomorrow!! God please save me!

Vencie POV:

As soon as Viraj and Gaurav stepped into the room, a soft smile formed on their lips at the scene in front of them.

Rithvik, Ash, and Daksh were chasing Amaira around the room, their laughter echoing off the walls like music.

Rithvik held a glass of milk in his hands, waving it dramatically in the air as he tried to catch her.

Viraj nudged Gaurav with his elbow, tilting his head toward the milk glass in Rithvik's hand. Gaurav followed his gaze and immediately understood what was happening.

They both exchanged a knowing look, shaking their heads in unison while their smiles grew wider.

Amaira spotted Gaurav the moment they entered and made a beeline for him, her laughter turning into a playful whine.

"Bhaiyyaaa! Please save me!" she cried, clutching his arm and peeking out from behind him.

Gaurav, as always, softened instantly. When it came to Amaira, he was like putty in her hands.

If she asked for something, Gaurav will move mountains to make sure it is done. Without a second thought, he stepped forward, shielding her with his broad frame.

"Come on, you guys. Leave her alone," Gaurav said, his voice firm but gentle. "If she doesn't want to drink it, don't force her."

Rithvik groaned in frustration, glaring at Gaurav as he handed the glass of milk to Viraj in defeat.

"Fine, we all give up. Mister Bodyguard, she's your problem now," he said, throwing his hands up dramatically.

Viraj chuckled, taking the glass from Rithvik. "Bhai, come on. Let her drink it. She's becoming so bratty these days," he teased, shaking his head. "If she keeps this up, she'll fall sick."

Amaira peeked out from behind Gaurav, her eyes narrowing at Viraj.

"Oh, I'm the brat?" she said, sass dripping from her tone. "Says the man who sulks like a child when I don't give him attention for five minutes!"

The room erupted into laughter as Viraj rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath. Amaira stepped out from behind Gaurav and stood beside him, her arms crossed and a dramatic pout on her face.

Her puffed cheeks and wide-eyed pout immediately earned coos from the brothers. "Aww, Princess," Daksh said, smiling fondly. "How can anyone say no to that face?"

"She's too cute," Ash added with a grin, leaning back against the wall.

Rithvik sighed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "Fine. No milk for today, my baby princess," he said, his tone resigned.

The remaining brothers nodded in agreement, clearly wrapped around Amaira's little finger.

But Viraj scoffed loudly, shaking his head as he stepped forward, holding the glass firmly in his hand. "First of all," he said, his tone possessive as he shot a pointed look at everyone, "she's my baby, not yours."

He turned to Amaira, his gaze softening slightly but his tone unwavering. "And second of all, she's drinking this, no matter what. At any cost."

Amaira blinked up at him, her pout deepening as she clutched her hands dramatically to her chest. "You traitor!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with playful betrayal.