Layers of Us

Chapter 48: Mehndi Drama!

The Kapoor mansion was buzzing with excitement and vibrant colors. The Mehndi ceremony had begun, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fresh henna, the sound of dhol beats, and the chatter of happy guests.

Tripura was seated in the middle of the hall, her hands and feet adorned with intricate henna designs. She was wearing a stunning green and gold lehenga, her hair left open in soft curls, and her face glowed with happiness.

Ram, dressed in an ivory kurta with emerald embroidery, sat beside her, refusing to leave her side despite the teasing from his cousins.

Every now and then, he would take a morsel of food and feed Tripura, stealing quick kisses on her cheek or forehead, making her blush furiously.

"Mr. Kapoor, sab dekh rahe hain," Tripura whispered, her cheeks flushed.

Ram smirked. "Toh dekhne do. Meri biwi ho tum, aur mujhe apni biwi ko khilane aur pyaar karne se koi nahi rok sakta." Saying he broadened his chest with pride making Tripura shake her head in disbelief with a smile tugging on her lips.

Ram (teasing): "Wifey, will you get my name written in your mehndi?"

Tripura (smirking): "Only if you can find it later, Mr. Kapoor."

Their playful banter and undeniable chemistry made everyone smile, except for one person - Isha.

She stood at the far end of the hall, her eyes filled with jealousy and bitterness. Every stolen glance, every shared smile between Ram and Tripura felt like salt on her wounds.

Unable to tolerate any more, Isha made her way to where Ram was standing. She waited for a moment when Tripura was distracted by one of the cousins.

As Ram turned to grab a plate, Isha stepped closer, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone.
"Ram," she drawled, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm. "You look so good today. Just like old times, hmm?"

Ram stiffened instantly, his face turning cold. "Stay in your limits, Isha," he said, his voice firm but quiet enough to avoid drawing attention. "Don't create a scene here."

But Isha wasn't deterred. She smirked, leaning closer, her lips curling into a sly grin. "Why so serious, baby? Don't tell me you're still playing this faithful husband act with Tripura. I mean, she's hot, no denying that..." She paused, her eyes flashing with mock amusement. "But do you really think she can satisfy you? Someone like you?"

Ram's jaw tightened, and he clenched his fists, trying to keep his temper in check. "Isha, I'm warning you-"

"Oh, come on," she interrupted, her tone dripping with mockery. "I know you, Ram. I know what you like. You've always liked being... submissive, haven't you?"
Her voice dipped even lower, and she stepped even closer, her breath brushing against his ear. "Tripura looks like the dominant type. Maybe she's too much for you to handle? Or maybe... you're bored already?"

Ram's entire body went rigid, his fury barely contained. He opened his mouth to shut her down, but Isha wasn't done yet.

"Why don't we relive the good old days, hmm?" she whispered, her tone turning provocative. "You and me. I know what you need, Ram. I know exactly how to make you feel good. Better than she ever could."
She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, attempting to close the gap between them and tried to lean in for a kiss.

In a split second, Ram raised his hand and slapped Isha across the face. The loud sound silenced the entire hall, and everyone's eyes turned towards them.