𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
Chandipur had always been a quiet place, the kind of village where whispers carried farther than the winds. My life here was one of solitude, not by choice, but by design. The villagers...
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(18 + smut written ‼️ )
What a day to be me, the self-proclaimed multitasking genius surrounded by maniacs. Today is "Holika Dehan" as planned.
The plan was simple; head to the fields with the guys to "refresh" our minds. Though, let's be honest, they were just escaping the tasks they so eagerly volunteered for this morning.
Decorations, catering, guest lists and every little detail had been pawned off to Siya and Rehan. Oh, the great Rehan. A thorn in my perfectly curated rose garden. Yes, Mrs. Rathore has invited him.
Convincing the family that Siya needed a break was an Olympic-level task. She's been managing everything like a pro, but of course, she wanted to prove a point. And the cherry on top? Rehan being her partner-in-crime. If looks could kill, that guy would've been six feet under the moment he stepped into my wife's personal space.
So, here I was, in a sea of greenery, trying to act like I wasn't dying inside. I absentmindedly caressed a random leaf, lost in my overthinking spiral when—
"ADHI, SAVE ME, BHAOOOOIIIIII!" Tanishk's scream pierced through the calm, causing me to turn to see him sprinting for his life. Behind him, a goat with murder in its eyes. I'm done! I'm done! I'M DONE!!!!! The irony? He probably deserved it.
"Let him suffer," Yuvan muttered, chucking a peanut into his mouth like he was enjoying a matinee show. Apparently, Tanishk had been stealing the goat's food all morning, and now karma had decided to intervene.
"BASTARD GOAT, LEAVE ME!!!" Tanishk sprinted in the other direction.
"This goat groom seems to be fixed with Rajjo! I'm planning to make Rajjo divorce from Manji," I laughed hearing Yuvan, thinking something deeply. Apparently goats divorce. If he hates someone with an animal; then it has to be Manji: Rajjo's husband.
"Men, leave Manji. He's innocent.."
"Yes that's why, Rajjo elope with him. And he made her pregnant, fucking pregnant in one shot!" I laughed again watching his frustration.
"BHAIIIIIIIIIIIII..." We completely ignored him. I was enjoying the sheer absurdity of the scene, until my phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket.
I fished it out to find five....no, six....notifications from Siya. My curiosity peaked, I opened them, and...My. Eyes. Darkened. Completely. Drowsy.
The first photo made me freeze. In fucking lingerie! When was she brought? By the second, I was looking around, ensuring no one was peeking over my shoulder until Yuvan smirked, walking on the other side. This man understood so well! I tried to defend myself but he looked down and then went away eating peanuts.
