The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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Aviraj steps toward Aayansh and Tarini, and Devanshi rises from her seat, as Aayansh says with a hint of surprise, "You?"
Tarini's face etches with a question mark, peering between them in search for answers.
"She's Devanshi, my sister," Aviraj intervenes, understanding her query. He turns to Devanshi and adds, "Aashi, she's Tarini, my wife."
"My bhabhi?" Devanshi exclaims spontaneously, and Aviraj nods in response.
Tarini's face radiates a welcoming smile, heading near her, and she states, "It's so nice to finally meet you, Devanshi," her voice filled with a genuine warmth.
She hugs Devanshi, who was at first hesitates, but then reciprocates the hug, feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort.
Aayansh stands beside his brother, watching the exchange of pleasantries with a somewhat bored expression.
"What brought you here by the way?" Aviraj asks, inquiring.
Aayansh shifts his focus to him, and Tarini also looks back, exchanging a glance with him.
"We were out for a drive, and happened to pass by your office. So I thought we could drop in and show up." Aayansh's tone was casual, and he runs his hand through his hair in a messy, nonchalant gesture.
His excuse was a fabrication, one that Tarini had taught him well. She had actually brought him to there because she wanted to talk to talk to Aviraj without appearing eager or desperately keen.
Apparently, he also didn't know what role he was supposed to play in their silent war, beyond being a mediator, which seemed unlikely - given his talent for aggravating situations rather than alleviating them.
Aviraj doesn't press the issue, accepting the explanation. Seizing the opportunity to change the topic, Tarini suggests, "We all can sit and talk, right?"
Her suggestion is met with approval, and the group moves to sit. Aayansh swiftly claims the spot beside Devanshi, beating Aviraj to it.
"Get up, bhaiya will sit here." Devanshi pokes his shoulder, her face a picture of displeasure. She doubts if he had done that on purpose, knowing she wanted to sit beside Aviraj.
"You have got a problem with sitting beside me?" Aayansh asks, offended.
"What if I do?" she shoots back.
"Did you forget that I brought you into this world with me, and you are objecting to my presence?" Aayansh retaliates, his tone dripping with reprimand.
Tarini pursues her lips to stiffle a giggle at his logic, while Aviraj interjects, "Okay, don't put up an argument."
He walks over to the opposite sofa, sitting down beside Tarini, his position allowing him to be close to his sister.
