"BLISSFULLY" wedded to my bestfriend?!?!

Chapter 2

POV sparsh :

Ah! Again one of those Dad's GRAND party!

Yes am not crazy and I do love partying. But when it comes to these Delhi's business parties (Which is exactly what i mean by GRAND) its nothing but plain sad.

As annoyed as I am, I am glad about one thing MY AYUuuuuu (The name that annoys him the most) is gonna be there. MY SAVIOUR! I thought dramatically.

Well the thing is Ayushman's father and mine turned out to be business friends. I know cliche right?!?! but to my dismay and his luck he always bunked these sort of parties. But, this time, the Malhotras somehow managed to drag their only Son to this "party" of theirs! I mean, calling such thing a 'party' is a crime in itself!

"Sparsh! Get your ass out, right now!" my annoying brother Vivaan, was banging my door.

The most ideal sister that I am, I completely ignored that idiot and checked myself out in the mirror one last time- short black dress flaunted my perfectly toned legs, the black mascara brought out my brown eyes, while my thick brown curls lay in a sexy mess brushing the small of my back. Sexy as always!!

I walked out of the room, just to stumble into Vivaan, who probably was waiting for me outside. In his grey suit with blue tie, he almost looked like a gentleman for a change! I run my expert hand through his hair, of course annoying him....

"No hair touching!" he drew himself away from me.

"And let you look like a seventy years old, boring but successful business man??!" I scoffed.

"Cant we bunk the thing Mahi?" completely ignoring my comment he asked genuinely. Vivaan hated all this to the core. Being the eldest 'GULATI SON' Dad expects him to get involved in THE BUSINESS. Here you can totally imagine my Dad's stereotypical voice....

Now, you must be like- What's the deal with this 'Mahi' name, right?! Well, 'the mysterious sub-continent of India' (also my mother country),is a big time cricket-freak nation!! (Yaayyyy!!), which makes me a crazy, lunatic... heads-over-heels-in-love-with fan of M.S.Dhoni!!!!!!!!!! a.k.a Mahi.....!!! And, that's where the nickname comes from..

I drag my whining brother by his collar as we make our way to the drawing room.

"No collar pulling... no collar pulling....." his warnings fall on my deaf.. no wait, ignoring ears....

yes I am The Sweetest sister one can possibly wish for. *u do get the sarcasm here,don't you?*

"Sparsh!!! your dress is...... is......" my mother dramatically gasped, probably at my too short, but anyway sexy dress....

"preposterous....?" Vivaan tried filling words in my dramatic mother's mouth.

"No, I think she is looking for a word... something like.. slutty, I suppose. Right, mum?!" That SON OF B.....oops! yes that's my idiot , Hormone freak sibling going through his crucial age of 14. Meet Yuvraj aka Yuvi.

Lying on the front couch there he is , like a big bag of Stinky Rotten Potatoes. (Nope I am so not exaggerating here!!!) in his 'SPONGE BOB' boxers. His jet black curly hair graced with a few pop-corns here and there. I genuinely believe that he is adopted....Seriously!!!

"YUVRAJ SAMEER GULATI , WHAA..WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!?!!!" Maa yelled. "ONE MORE INAPPROPRIATE WORD OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND YOU WILL BE GROUNDED."

Suddenly pointing towards Vivaan "YOU! spit the gum. Right now. INTO THE DUSTBIN."

"And not under the drawing room couch" I jumped in imitating Maa's frustrated tone. Regretting it immediately.

"Are we going to the party in Th..The same dress???.." Maa annoyingly shot back in my direction.