It started with an impulse

2. Do

"Hey, hey! Look who's here? My Little aunty!" Aunt Lasika's eldest son, Luv, who so happened to be my tormentor for as long as I could remember, grabbed hold of me in a headlock and ruffled my hair. He was seven years older than me and already had a fiancée but still didn't stop annoying the life out of me! And even now, he was teasing me indirectly by referring to my so-called-unofficial-fiance, Surya Kanth Nath...

"Hey! Keep your filthy hands away from me. And NOT MY HAIR! You don't deserve Shanti, at all!" I pushed his hands away and gave him a nasty glare.

"Why?" He just raised his eyebrows.

"Because she's such a sweet girl, and soft-spoken and full of etiquettes. While you," I paused there, especially emphasizing on ′you′ like it's an insult before continuing, not before looking at him from head to toe, "You are the first caveman who unfortunately found a time machine and ended up in this era. So barbaric and one hell of a jerk."

I shook my head dramatically with a heavy sigh.

Luv just looked at me, amused before he burst out laughing. And of course, ruffling my hair some more.

"Hey! Which part of 'not my hair' did you not understand?" I pushed his hands away for the second time.

"Kiddo, if you think I am a caveman, barbaric and a jerk, wait till fate hits you with the real barbaric, caveman and a jerk in your life," Luv mused before slightly ruffling my hair again, just to get on my nerves. Then he walked away from me and towards his next victim, whistling, with an aim to torture Ritika.

"Gosh! Will you stop whistling over there? It's so damn irritating!" There you go Luv, mission accomplished! Now those two would bicker over nothing for hours together!

"Rynah!" I was pulled into a hug even before I could turn. At least, I was grateful that it wasn't the second brother Kush, who happened to be as bad as Luv. Actually, even worse than Luv...

"Anjali!" I greeted the fourth and the last child of aunt Lasika, who was around my age. It must have been the similarity in ages that Anjali and I were usually attached at hip whenever and wherever we find each other.

"I thought that you were never going to meet me before you got married!" I groaned at her words.

"Not you too, Anju!"

Not a few feet away, we could hear Luv snickering making me give him an annoyed look.

"Chuck him! Come, I'll show you your bedroom!" Anjali grabbed my hand before dragging me all the way to the second floor.

"Any news about Tapasya?" I inquired about half way jogging after her.

"Nah, it looks like their honeymoon period isn't over yet. She hardly replies to any messages." Anjali shrugged nonchalantly.

The third child of aunt Lasika was another daughter named Tapasya, who recently got married to a guy working in Google. Her husband, Rajiv Agarwal was a real catch according to everyone, though he was quite average looking when compared to Tapasya. It wasn't really easy for the eyes according to me but whom am I to judge if they are happy?

Everyone was happy with how she ended up marrying him. She often got told to have the best fate in the entire family in the aspects of marriage, by who ever heard about her spouse!

A small part of me slightly envied her, I mean, who wouldn't when she's having the time of her life while I am not even getting a decent proposal. Nonetheless, I was genuinely very happy for her, after all, she was my cousin. Smiling slightly at the memories of her extravagant wedding, I looked at Anjali who was standing before a closed blue door and shifted her weight on her feet impatiently.