Chapter 69
The next evening, The Malhotra Mansion stood tall and firm in the middle of the city.
The city was surrounded with darkness but the mansion was gleaming with lights, casting its golden hue amidst the darkness.
The rich businessmen, successful industrialists, builders, politicians all were gathered for the marriage reception of The Advait Malhotra.
The security was tight and controlled, only a few trusted media persons were allowed.
The Malhotra Mansion was screaming luxury and was buzzing with the energy of the guests.
In the newly wed room, Shreya was sitting on a plush stool in front of the dressing table.
Her eyes were closed, the makeup artist was filling colors on her upper eye lids.
Another girl was working on her hair with precision, her movements were untroubled and well ordered.
Shreya was sitting awkwardly, shifting in her place.
She tried to open her eyes but as soon as she opened them, Tia who was standing just in front of her glared at her firmly making her close her eyes quickly.
"Tia, bas bhi karo ab mai thak gayi." She whined, closing her eyes.
Tia shook her head with determination, "Sit straight, Shreya. Bas thodi der ki baat hai."
"Ye line tum pichle 1 ghante se bol rahi ho." Her tone was exhausted.
"Pichle ek ghante me 100 baar hil chuki ho tum, agar aise hi idhar udhar hoti rahogi to ye log apna kaam kaise karenge." Tia said and she pouted.
"Bas thodi der aur shaanti se baitho, neeche guest aane bhi shuru ho gaye hain aur jise dekhne ke liye aa rahe hain wahi abhi tak ready nahi hai." She added and Shreya obediently nodded sitting straight.
In Aditya's room, Advait was dressed in his black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath.
A black tie was rested neatly on his firm chest. He was wearing his most expensive watch in his left hand.
His outfit was perfectly fitting him, his coat was perfectly hanging on his broad and wide shoulders.
His biceps were flaunting in his tight fitted coat, his body was in shape making him look stunning.
He was running behind Arush who was escaping from him, hiding behind curtains and then behind the couch. Finally, he got under the bed to escape himself from Advait. Aditya was unfazed by the chaos as he was sitting on the bed with Vanya, listening to her nonstop chattering.
"Aru, bohot ho gaya ab bahar niklo." Advait said, his patience was on edge.
"No, mujhe ye nahi pehenna." Arush's voice came from under the bed.
"Accha theek hai mat pehenna pehle bahar niklo." Advait said crouching down to look under the bed.
He shook his head, "Nahi aap jabardasti pehna doge." He accused.
"Kyun nahi pehenna ye?" Advait asked tiredly.
"Ye mujhe chubhega." He complained.
"Nahi chubhega baccha, bohot accha lagega aap par ek baar pehen kar to dekho." He coaxed.
"Nooo." He whined.
Advait took a deep breath, "Enough Arush. Come Out, Now." He said sharply making Aditya and Vanya pause their chattering.
Arush meekly shook his head but slowly crawled out when Advait gave him a hard glare. Advait picked him up as soon as he came out from under the bed.
"Bhaiya, nahi chordo." He wriggled, throwing his legs in the air.
"Chup, bohot late ho gaya ab aur nakhre nahi chahiye mujhe." Advait said in a strict tone.
Arush jutted out his lower lip in a pout.
"Ye mujhpe accha nahi lagega." He mumbled quietly.
"Bohot accha lagega, Aru. Pehen kar to dekh isme tu bohot smart lagega." Vanya said to cheer up his mood.
Aditya scoffed in jealousy, "Ye smart lagega? Bandar kahin ka."
"Bhaiyaa." Arush cried.
"Adi." Advait made him shut his mouth.
"Tu iski baat mat sun, Aru. Mai bol rahi hoon na ye tujhpe bohot accha lagega." She said.
"Vanu, tu uski tareef kyun kar rahi hai?" Aditya sulked.
"Kyun nahi kar sakti?" She asked, resting her hands on her little waist.
"Nahi, tu bas meri tareef karegi aur mujhse baat karegi." He replied possessively.
"Accha?" Advait glared at him, making him look away, "And who are you to decide for her?" He asked.
"Her best friend." He replied with a proud smile.
"Hmm to best friend ban kar hi raho, faltu orders chalane ki jarurat nahi hai." Advait said in a stern tone. He didn't want Aditya's possessiveness turned into shackles for Vanya when they both grew up.
"It's okay, bhaiya. Mai konsa iski sunne wali hoon." She said, flipping back her hair royally.
"That's like my Princess." He high-fived with her.
Arush came out of the bathroom wearing an opened white shirt and black pants.
Advait picked him up, making him stand up on the bed.
He buttoned his shirt and neatly tucked the shirt under pants.
He made him wear a black vest over the shirt and lastly tied a cute little black bow on the collar of his shirt.
He was twinning with Advait looking like his little version.
"Kitna pyara lag raha hai mera beta." Advait said in admiration.
Arush pouted.
"Chubh raha hai?" He asked gently.
Arush sheepishly shook his head.
Advait looked down at Aditya who was sulking sitting on the couch. He made his way towards him and brushed his hair with a comb.
"Mera hairstyle kharab mat kijiye, bhaiya." He said, backing off.
"Ye koi hairstyle hai, gunda lag raha hai. Theek karne de mujhe." Advait chided gently.
"It's called a messy hairstyle, bhaiya." He crossed his arms over his chest being offended, "It's looking cool."
Advait lightly flicked his head, "Cool nahi fool lag raha hai." He said and smoothed back his hair neatly.
"Ab lag raha hai na mera accha baccha." Advait said, kissing his cheeks.
Aditya looked into the mirror and a small smile crept up on his face looking at his perfectly combed hair but he hid it and playfully narrowed his eyes at Advait making him roll his eyes in return.
In Abhishek's room, Reyansh was standing near the bed.
He was dressed in a grey suit with a white shirt underneath, a brown belt was buckled around his waist. His hands were tucked in his pants pockets flexing his biceps.
His eyes were fixed on Abhishek who was sitting cross legged on the floor in the pile of clothes.
"Subah se kya kar raha tha tu? Neeche guest aa gaye hain aur abhi tak maharaj ke kapde hi decide nahi huye." Reyansh scolded.
Abhishek pouted turning towards him, "Mai padhai kar raha tha, bhai." He replied innocently.
"Ohho tu hi to Einstein ki aulaad hai." He taunted making him glared at him.
"Mujhe taunt dene ki jagah meri help kariye. Mujhe bohot confusion ho rahi hai." He replied, standing up.
He slumped down on the bed lazily opening his arms. Reyansh threw a pillow over his face, "Sone ka time nahi hai ye."
"Oww kya hai bhai pareshan mat karo. Jaldi se mere liye acche se kapde nikaal do... Party me sabse smart mai lagna chahiye." He said, sitting up straight.
"Kyun party me aapki Rupali ji bhi aa rahi hain?" Reyansh teased, already heading towards the cupboard.
Abhishek rolled his eyes, "Leave her, bhai. Aapko kya pata school me ladkiyan marti hain mujhpe, bohot acchi fan following hai meri girls me." He said with a proud smirk on his face.
"Arey wah buddy, tu mera hi bhai hai. Pata hai jab mai school me tha na to jis jagah se mai nikalta tha us jagah ki mitti ko ladkiya apne maathe me sindoor samajh kar laga liya karti thi." Reyansh said with over confidence dripping from his tone.
Abhishek gave him a flat look.
Reyansh smiled awkwardly, "Thoda jyada ho gaya kya?"
"Bohot jyada." Abhishek replied with a tight lipped smile.
"Okay, forget it. Tere liye outfit decide karne par focus karte hain." Reyansh said turning back towards cupboard.
Reyansh picked up a grey suit and showed it in front of Abhishek, "Ye pehen, mast lagega. Dono bhai twinning karenge." He said.
Abhishek grimaced, "Eww ye oldies ka color hai, meri to abhi poori jawani baaki hai." He replied in a sass.
Reyansh narrowed his eyes, "Mai oldie hoon?" He asked.
Abhishek shrugged in response earning himself the same grey coat landed over his face.
Reyansh again got busy in selecting the outfit, "Done, mil gaya black pehen le. You can never go wrong with black." He threw a black suit towards him.
Abhishek caught it and looked over the suit, "Nahi bhai black nahi ye bohot common hai, mujhe kuch different pehenna hai." He whined.
Reyansh gritted out his teeth, "Ek kaam kar skirt pehen le, bilkul different lagega." He said sarcastically.
Abhishek rolled over on the bed in irritation, "Kya hai yaar bhai."
This time Reyansh picked up a navy blue suit, "Ye?" He asked frustratingly already anticipating his answer.
Abhishek shook his head, "Nahi ye mai ek baar pehen chuka hoon." He replied.
"Oh haan mai to bhool gaya tha nawab sahab kapde repeat nahi karte." He said in a taunting tone.
Reyansh was glaring at the clothes in front of him as if they had personally offended him. His concentration was on selecting the best outfit for his not so innocent brother when Abhishek spoke up from behind.
"Bhai, mai soch raha hoon ye grey wala hi pehen leta hoon. I think it will look good on me." He said thoughtfully.
Reyansh exhaled through his nostrils, "Jab maine bola tha tab to ye oldies ka color tha na." He said and smacked a pillow on his head, "Befaltu me mujhse itni mehnat karayi."
Abhishek rubbed his head where Reyansh had smacked him, "Ab uth aur jaldi jaa kar ready ho. We're already late." Reyansh ordered.
Abhishek disappeared in the bathroom and returned wearing the shirt and pants. He stood in front of the mirror and Reyansh fixed his tie and combed his hair neatly. Abhishek sprayed himself with the perfume and wore his coat over his shoulders.
Sia entered the room to call Abhishek and Reyansh but stopped at the door looking at Abhishek.
Her breath hitched as soon as her eyes landed on Abhishek.
He was looking effortlessly smart in his loose coat and slightly messy hair.
Her heart started beating loudly and a blush crept on her cheeks as her eyes met with Abhishek.
"Lagta hai ek follower badh gayi teri." Reyansh playfully nudged Abhishek.
Abhishek royally rolled his eyes fixing his tie.
"Uh-wo sab log neeche aap dono ka wait kar rahe hain. Bhaiya aur bhabhi ki entry hone wali hai." She informed them but her mind was somewhere else.
Reyansh took a chance and left the room to leave them alone. Sia stepped forward to Abhishek, "Looking good." She said in a barely audible voice.
"You too, nerdy." Abhishek husked near her ear and passed by her, leaving a blushing mess behind him.
Advait entered his room after knocking gently.
Shreya was sitting on the stool so her back was visible to Advait.
His heart pounded in his chest when she slowly stood up from her place.
She turned around and his breath hitched in his throat looking at her beautiful wife.
She was looking like a epitome of beauty.
Her hands were covered in bangles and the henna on her hands were making her look like a perfect new bride.
Advait's eyes roamed all over her and landed on her neck in which she was wearing the mangalsutra of his name.
Her innocent face was filled with nervousness as she was fidgeting with her saree pallu.
Advait felt a sense of possesiveness looking at her beauty, his eyes were admiring her in a way in which words could never.
He walked to her side, she was looking down in shyness. He gently gripped her chin and made her look into his eyes, "Bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho." He said making her cheeks turned red.
"Aap bhi acche lag rahe hain." She said with a shy smile.
Advait eyes were never leaving hers, he was continuously looking in her eyes without blinking.
"Chalein ab, sab log wait kar rahe hain." She said fidgeting with her fingers.
"Karne do wait, pehle mai apni biwi ko jee bhar ke dekh to loon." He said wrapping his arms around her waist.
She giggled, her hand was placed on his chest.
"Argh Shreya..." He groaned burying his head in her shoulder.
"Kya hua?" She asked blinking.
"I don't want anyone to see you like this." He tightened his grip, "It's only my right." He said with a hint of possesiveness and jealousy.
"You are mine. Only mine." He caressed her cheeks.
She laughed.
"Choriye Advait, sab log wait kar rahe hain neeche." She said.
"Nahi pehle kaho....that you're only mine." He whispered near her ear making her shiver under his touch.
"I'm only yours." She said looking into his eyes.
"Ab chalein?" She added.
"Jaroori hai?" He murmured, his head was buried in her neck. She was trying her best to not to lost in the pleasure.
"Advait...sab intezaar kar rahe hain." She moaned when his teeth grazed the skin of her neck.
He straightened up glaring at her, "Apne pati ko chord kar baaki sab ki fikar hai aapko." He said.
She rolled her eyes and was about to pass by him when he held her wrist from behind and her back collided with his firm chest.
He leaned down and grazed his lips slightly near her earlobe, "Don't ever roll your eyes in front of me unless you're beneath me and I'm pleasuring your sweet little body.
" He whispered dangerously making her gulp down audibly.
Her legs instinctively pressed together at the dangerous glint in his voice.
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