Family Time; Advauri faceoff:

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No one's POV :
Viren was pacing here and there in the drawing room waiting impatiently for his sister. His eyes spotted his sister at the door and worried creases formed on his forehead as soon as he saw her bruises and yes, her companion.
Viren: (Picking the bag from Aarti's hand) Aadhira!! You okay? And you (in an angry tone) what are you doing here??
Aarti gave him a "you mean, seriously??" Look. Then sarcastically said,
Aarti: Well, then you had to go to look for your dear sister, that too being late for breakfast! So, did I not earn a thank you from you?
Gauri smiled at her niece. She loves her the most other than her own children. She is a combination of  her Rudy bhaiya's machoness and Bade bhaiya's clear mind. She is reckless, straightforward, but cute and clearly understands her limits. She welcomed her in a warm hug and she jumped in her embrace squealing. She kissed her forehead lovingly and asked,
Gau: How did you come here?
Aarti: Chhoti Maa, I'll tell you everything, but please now start having breakfast, I'm dying in hunger!!
Gauri rushed in the kitchen to bring food for all of them.. Viren and Aarti helped her.
After settling around the table, Aarti shared her plate with Aadhira and fed her. Viren took charge of feeding Munni. While the elders were silently watching their bond, tears brimming in their eyes. Aarti noticed this and said,
Aar: Why so silent? Come on we are having our first breakfast without those cranky Singh Oberois, enjoy guys!
BuaM: Yeah, you are right puttar, let's crack some jokes right now.. Viren, start!
Viren tried to follow the orders to fail miserably and everybody chuckled at his irritated expressions. They finished their breakfast and Aarti bade them bye.
Gauri gathered her children after cleaning up the kitchen and dining table...
Gau: Kids, I am going to record my new song and also I have to attend a meeting with a new producer who is willing to produce a new album. So, I will be late tonight. Viren, Aadhira, handle the household properly, take care of Munni , do lock the doors before you sleep and yes, don't let any stranger inside. Okay?
Vir & Aad: (in unison) Yes mumma!!
Gauri kissed their cheeks and left bidding them bye.

Studio:
Gauri was lost in singing when Advay entered the studio. He was mesmerized by her voice. While listening to the angelic voice, he forgot all his resolves for a moment. When the song finished, reality hit him and he sat on the plush sofa tapping his foot and waiting for Gauri to come out. He was eyeing her behind the glass walls of the recording room, it was brightly lit, but still, something.. Some shine, was missing.
Gauri came out busy talking with BuaMa. Gauri stopped halfway seeing him.. While BuaMa walked towards him greeting with a smile..
BuaM: So you are the producer willing to produce my Gauri's  new album! Changa kitta puttar! Anyways, I'm Dolly Singh Oberoi, Gauri's Bua. You puttar?
Adv: (staring at Gauri) umm hello! I'm Advay Singh Raizada.
He bent down to take her blessings.
BuaM: You are Advay!?! You know, I've heared so much about you from Gauri!! I never thought her friend would stand by her in this tough time.
Advay looked up at Gauri and pulled her in his embrace. Gauri was startled, she struggled a little to free herself only to feel his grip grow tighter. Sighing, she gave up. In the meantime, Advay was busy in observing her features. She looked the same, just some marks of bruises of varying dates and the twinkling innocence of her eyes was gone.
He slowly moved towards her neck, sniffing her faint fresh smell, jolts of current passed through his spine as his nose slightly brushed over the soft and smooth skin of her neck. But to his utter surprise, she didn't respond at all. She stood straight, clutched in his arms. He whispered in her ear,
Adv: Welcome to hell, Gauri…
She moved a little, her eyebrows twitched in a frown, he released her and both of them sat on the same sofa. Advay took out his agreement.
Adv: Since there is no formality between friends, I think Gauri should sign it. There is no need of any agreement though, I trust her. But, law and its personnel... (He made a comic frustrated face)
Gauri took the papers and started reading the clauses. But to Advay's surprising relief, BuaMa snatched the papers from her hand and rebuked,
BuaM: Oye! Don't you trust your friend? Stop reading and sign the papers, fast!
Gauri protested a little, but she bent before adamant BuaMa. Sighing in defeat, she signed the papers.
Advay was trying hard to conceal his joy to mark his face. Once, the papers were signed, he kept them aside and asked BuaMa if he could talk to Gauri alone for sometime. BuaMa agreed happily.
Advay pulled her with him to an isolated room containing some dusty broken chair. Handing Gauri his handkerchief, he closed the door and stood eye to eye in front of her. She looked at him with an expressionless face. Advay was irritated to see her utter disinterest. After few good minutes of watching each other, Advay finally broke the ice.
Adv: Long break huh? (Swinging the agreement at her face) you signed your enslavement bond today. Now you would be my doll.. Most costly though.. In order to produce your album I have won back all my rights upon you again and this time I will enjoy my each and every right. I pity your Bua, she is so blinded with TRUST.. Thank you for feeding her so many goods about me!
He wished to break her a little at their very first meeting, but her reaction shocked him to the core..
Gau: (in a nonchalant voice) As I signed those papers, I am bound to each and every clause of it.
But you too remember Mr. Raizada, Gauri never breaks her promise.
As if challenging  each other, they barged out of the room, Advay got out of studio and Gauri went to BuaMa.
BuaM: Advay! Where is he Gauri?
Gau: He had some work so he left.
BuaM: Such a nice guy he is...
Gauri understood her point of direction and she plastered a fake smile on her face unwillingly.

Uhh! Done. Nothing much to say.. Read, vote, share your thoughts...
Bye! Bye! Till then.
Love, Sarani.

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