38.
“My name is Sita, Sita ki jawani… I’m too sexy for you, main tere haath na aaniiii” I sing loudly while getting ready in front of the mirror, swaying a little and admiring myself.
“Sexy!?” my subconscious whispers dramatically, covering its mouth as if trying to control its laugh.
I instantly stop. My expression changes and I slowly look at myself from every angle in the mirror, left, right, then a slight turn. My brows lift with confidence.
“Yes, I am sexy. Is there any question about that?” I ask myself in a thick British accent, pointing a finger at my reflection with attitude.
“Koi question nahi hai because sab ko pata hai answer kya hoga, sakhi” Kanha says and my shoulders instantly drop. My British accent and attitude disappears just like the way British ran away after looting India.
(There is no question because everyone already knows what the answer will be, my friend)
“Aapko makkhan nahi mil raha, isliye aap ye sab bol rahe hain, Kanha?” I ask him with a betrayed face, narrowing my eyes.
(You’re not getting butter, that’s why you’re saying all this, Kanha?)
“Sara makkhan to Grover tumhare pati ko laga deta hai, isliye makkhan ki shortage rehti hai roz” Kanha says dramatically, sitting under a tree and pretending to cry.
(Grover applies all the butter to your husband, that’s why there’s always a shortage of butter every day)
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second, trying to control my irritation.
“Aur bhi kaam hote hain mujhe, in dono par focus karne ke alawa” I mumble under my breath, slightly shaking my head.
(And I have work to do, other than focusing on these two)
But, as always, both of them immediately start their long lecture about how much they care for me and all that blah blah. I stand there, half-listening, half-annoyed because in reality, both of them just roast me all the time, every single time.
Ignoring them, I fix my hair properly, smoothening it with my hands and turn around to leave the room. But just then, he enters the closet.
He is on a call, his voice low and serious, his expression sharp. He looks in a hurry. Without even glancing at me properly, he walks straight towards his section and grabs a tie.
I just stand there, staring at him in confusion because I clearly remember he had already left for work.
Before I can quietly slip out of the closet, he suddenly stops right in front of me. My breath hitches slightly as he holds out the tie towards me. I look at the tie… then slowly lift my gaze to look at him.
Ye chahte kya hain ki main inka gala daba doon is se… haww, na naa, main aisa bilkul nahi karungi.
(Does he want me to choke him with this… oh no, I would never do something like that)
“Main aapko aise mar nahi sakti” I say, even though it’s not really me, my subconscious forces those words out of my mouth.
(I cannot kill you like this)
He blinks slowly, his eyes dropping down to look at me and I instantly start blinking even faster than him, trying to act normal. In sab cheezon me to mai sab se aage rahti hu aur rahu bhi kiun na mai sita hu.
(In all these things, how can I stay behind? I am Sita after all)
He calmly cuts the call and slips the phone into his pocket. Then he leans slightly towards me and I instinctively take a step back, tilting my head away. I swallow hard, my throat going dry and my breath turns slightly heavy without my control.
“Hum aapko alag se gun de denge humein marne ke liye, abhi ke liye aap tie baandh dijiye, humein late ho raha hai” he says in a calm, respectful tone and my heart skips a beat at his words.
(I will give you a separate gun to kill me, for now please tie my tie, I'm getting late)
The way he respects me, even when I say whatever comes to my mouth, is insaneeee.
I slowly take the tie from his hand, my fingers brushing against his for a second, sending a strange feeling through me. I lift my hands and wrap the tie around his neck, my movements slightly shaky.
I realize I am not even breathing properly. The way he is looking at me… the closeness between our faces… it all makes my heart race uncontrollably. His scent fills my senses, driving me crazy.
His broad shoulders stand right in front of me and my eyes can’t help but notice my favorite tattoos slightly peeking out from his shirt, as if they are calling their owner....i mean to me…to look at them. he looks so hot.
I tighten the tie slowly and then step back, creating some distance between us. He just stares at me for a second, his gaze unreadable and then silently turns around and walks out of the closet.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and quickly walk after him. But the moment we both reach the doorstep of the closet, we suddenly stop.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me and then a teasing smile slowly spreads across my face.
Grover is standing there, holding Tara’s hand, while she tries to free her hand with a cutely annoyed expression, her brows furrowed and lips pouting slightly.
“Perfect couple” I mumble under my breath, smiling to myself, completely unaware that the man standing beside me hears it and clearly does not like this compliment at all.
He is just about to step forward and disturb their moment but I quickly grab his wrist with both my hands and pull him back.
He gets slightly stunned and turns his head to look at me, while I glare at him, my eyes narrowing in warning.
“Don’t disturb them” I say slowly, raising my index finger in front of him like I am scolding a child.
He tilts his head slightly, looking at me with calm curiosity. I immediately lower my finger. Main darti nahi hoon, bas bade hain na mujhse… izzat karni padti hai.
(I am not scared, it’s just that he is older than me… I have to respect him)
“Grover” he suddenly calls out loudly and I jump in my place, startled, along with those two.
I quickly turn my head towards them and their eyes almost pop out of their sockets seeing us standing there.
Tara immediately runs out of the room in embarrassment, while Grover straightens himself and stands properly at the doorstep, waiting for his boss like nothing just happened.
“Kyunn kiya aapne aisa?” I ask, placing both my hands on my waist, glaring at him with annoyance.
(Why did you do this?)
“Hamara mann kar raha tha” he says casually, taking out his sunglasses and wearing them like nothing just happened.
(I felt like doing it)
I just stare at him, my mouth slightly open in shock. Haww. Tie se gala daba hi deti to achha hota.
(I should have just choked him with the tie, that would have been better)
He walks out of the room not even bothering to look back properly, only giving me a brief glance through his sunglasses. But behind those glasses, his jealousy hides… something I fail to see.
“Handsome dikhte hain to kya, kuch bhi karenge aur bol denge haan” I mumble under my breath, slightly annoyed, as I walk towards my table and sit down to start my work.
(Just because he looks handsome, does that mean he can do or say anything?)
“I’ll start going to the company from tomorrow” I whisper to myself, picking up my things. “Sach mein, ek din kaam karti hoon aur poora mahina kaand mein jaata hai mera”
(Honestly, I work for just one day and my whole month turns into chaos)
“Sita, tu kaam kar rahi hai?” Tara’s voice comes from behind and I turn my head to look at her, my eyes clearly saying, should I start preparing for your wedding instead?
(Sita, are you actually working?)
“I mean, it’s such a special day today, won’t you do anything?” she says, walking closer and my eyes narrow slightly hearing her words.
“Special day?” I ask, confused, tilting my head a little as I look at her.
“It’s sir’s birthday today” she says casually and I start blinking continuously, trying to process her words.
“Today? His birthday?” I ask, my voice filled with surprise and she simply nods her head.
“He told me that today is sir’s birthday” Tara says and I instantly get up from my chair, my eyes widening in shock.
No one tells me about this… not even my bandars.
“Where is everyone?” I ask quickly and she lets out a slow sigh.
“Everyone at home has been missing since morning and the youngsters have gone to their own work” she replies and I pause, thinking for a moment.
“Does he celebrate his birthday?” I ask softly and she shakes her head.
I stay silent for a second, my mind running in different directions. Should I do something for him?
A grand banquet hall is decorated lavishly, shining under bright chandeliers. Rich and high-class people stand everywhere, talking, laughing and holding expensive drinks in their hands.
From the smallest corner to the very center of the banquet, everything screams power, money and luxury.
And what is the function?
It is the birthday party of Zayran Kaalver.
His family moves around, meeting different people with wide, fake happy smiles on their faces. The same people who never truly care about him are the ones who have arranged this grand birthday party for him today.
At one corner of the hall, his siblings sit together with drinks in their hands but instead of happiness, there is clear anger on their faces.
“Bhai ko bhabhi se daant na khilwaya maine, to dekh lena” Yuv says, gulping down the whole glass in one go, his jaw tight with determination and the other three nod their heads in agreement.
(If I don’t make bhabhi scold bhai, then you’ll see)
“Jab sab aaye hain, to bhabhi ko kyun nahi bula rahe yahan?” Ishi says, irritation clearly visible in her voice, her brows furrowing in annoyance.
(When everyone is here, why are they not calling bhabhi here?”)
“Mujhe to lagta hai bhai ko ladki-baazi karni hai yahan, isliye bhabhi ko na bataya, na bulaya aur na humein unse baat karne de rahe hain” Om says and the others’ eyes widen at his words.
(I think bhai wants to flirt around here, that’s why he didn’t tell bhabhi, didn’t call her and isn’t even letting us talk to her)
“I’ll kill bhai if he cheats on bhabhi” Shaurya says, gripping his glass tightly, his jaw clenching with anger.
“Nahi, bhai cheat nahi kar sakte” Yuv says confidently and the other three immediately turn to look at him, surprised by how sure he sounds.
(No, bhai cannot cheat)
“Unko koi ladki ghaas hi nahi dalti, to cheat kaise karenge woh?” Yuv adds, and the other three make an “ooo” face.
(No girl even pays attention to him, so how will he even cheat?)
At that moment, Zayran walks into the banquet hall, Grover following closely behind him. The moment his family sees him, they quickly rush towards him with bright smiles.
“Zayran, come cut the cake” Neelam says happily, her smile wide but fake, showing forced care for him.
“I’m just here but I’ll not do any of this shit” he says blankly, his face completely emotionless and walks past them without stopping.
He moves straight towards his siblings and sits down on a chair beside them, ignoring everyone around him like they don’t even exist.
His family stands there, staring at him with disappointed expressions as their fake smiles slowly fade away, except for a few who still try to maintain it.
“Yeh natak kyun?” Om taunts, giving Zayran a side glance but Zayran doesn’t pay any attention to him.
He simply grabs a drink, his fingers wrapping around the glass and his eyes scan the entire place, as if searching for someone.
“Jab cake nahi kaatna tha, to yahan kyun aaye?” Yuv says, suddenly popping his face right in front of Zayran’s, trying to get a reaction out of him.
(If you didn’t want to cut the cake, then why did you come here?)
“Meri marzi” Zayran replies coldly and takes a slow sip of his drink, his expression completely blank.
(My choice)
“Aapki marzi nahi chalegi ab. Ab bas bhabhi ki marzi chalegi” Ishi says firmly, crossing her arms and Zayran’s hand stops mid-air at the mention of her.
(Your choice won’t matter now. Only bhabhi’s choice will matter)
“Hum bhabhi ko bata denge ki aapne humein dhamki di unhe kuch na batane ke liye” Shaurya adds and Zayran slowly looks at all four of them before finishing his entire drink in one go.
(We will tell bhabhi that you threatened us not to tell her anything)
“Grover, make them understand” he says in a low voice, getting up from his chair and walking away towards someone else without waiting for a reply.
“Main kya samjhaun… mujhe khud kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai” Grover mumbles to himself, watching Zayran walk away, his face filled with confusion and frustration.
(What should I explain… I myself don’t understand anything)
“Puri duniya yahan hai, siwaye meri madam ke, jin ka yahan hona sabse zyada zaruri tha” he adds under his breath, shaking his head slightly.
(The whole world is here, except my madam, whose presence here was the most important)
“Tujhe bhi nahi pata ki inhone bhabhi ko yahan kyun nahi bulaya?” Yuv asks, a little surprised and Grover nods his head slowly, both sad and angry at the same time.
(Even you don’t know why he didn’t call bhabhi here?)
“Socho jab bhabhi ko pata chalega is baare mein, to woh hum sab se kitni naraz ho jayegi” Shaurya says and all of their eyes widen at the thought.
(Just think, when bhabhi finds out about this, how angry she will be with all of us)
“Main apni madam ko udaas nahi karunga” Grover suddenly says loudly, fear clearly visible on his face, his voice filled with determination.
(I will not make my madam sad)
—
“Happy Birthday, Mr. Kaalver” a confident, high and sweet voice reaches his ears and he smirks internally.
He slowly turns around and sees a lady standing right in front of him, wearing a black bodycon dress that hugs her figure perfectly. She looks undeniably beautiful, more beautiful than half of the Velqar.
She extends a gift towards him, waiting for him to take it. But his eyes don’t move to the gift. Instead, they stay fixed on her hand, on the ring she is wearing on her ring finger.
“That was not needed, Ms. Tanya” Grover says quickly, stepping forward and grabbing the gift from Tanya’s hand as if she had taken a loan from him and is returning it late.
Grover immediately hands the gift to another guard without even looking at it and Tanya chuckles softly at his behavior.
“Yeah, I know this is nothing compared to what Mr. Kaalver actually deserves” she says smoothly, her eyes shifting to Zayran, who is now lighting his cigarette with a calm expression.
“Yeah… I deserve something precious” Zayran replies, his gaze locking into her eyes, while a thousand thoughts run silently in his mind.
“Hope you get it soon… and if you want, I can give you that thing. It’ll be my honor” she says with a slow smile, taking a step closer to him, her confidence clearly visible.
Grover’s eyes, at that moment, throw sharper daggers than he has probably thrown in his entire life.
“Okay, I’ll ask you for that thing soon” Zayran says calmly, taking a slow puff of his cigarette before turning around and walking out of the banquet.
Grover immediately follows right behind his boss, staying close and covering his back not even letting Tanya catch a single glimpse of him as he leaves.
—
“Ab bhai ko pata chalega kya hota hai humse panga lene ka anjaam” Yuv says, putting his phone down after recording a video of Tanya and Zayran talking, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
(Now bhai will find out what happens when someone messes with us)
“Matlab puri party mein yeh banda sirf us ladki se baat karne aaya tha. Mujhe to shaq hai mere bhai par ab” Shaurya says angrily, his brows furrowed and jaw tight.
(So this guy came to the party just to talk to that girl. Now I’m starting to doubt my own brother)
“Kal subah-subah hi yeh video bhabhi ko dikhayenge hum” the three of them say together, smirking evilly as they exchange glances.
(Tomorrow morning, we’ll show this video to bhabhi)
“Gir mat jaana, waise hi itni giri hui ho” Tara says, looking up at Sita, who is standing on the table, carefully sticking the “Happy Birthday” tag on the wall, adjusting it again and again to make it perfect.
(Don’t fall)
“Tara, agar Grover mera bhai na hota na, to aaj main sach mein tera ‘Ram naam satya hai’ kar deti” Sita says, glaring down at her with an irritated expression and Tara looks back at her with a you betrayed me face.
(Tara, if Grover wasn’t my brother, I would have actually sent you off to your last rites today)
The entire room is decorated, not too much, just minimal but elegant in every way. Balloons stick to the roof, swaying slightly, making the room look soft and beautiful.
The couch is decorated neatly, with a “Happy Birthday” tag placed perfectly behind it and food is arranged carefully on the table in front, with a small bento cake placed right at the center.
It is not just decoration. It is love, her love for her husband.
She does not take a single breath of peace since morning. From running to the market to coming back with everything needed… then cooking so many dishes for him, just for him, with her own hands. And now, she decorates the entire room by herself, not taking anyone’s help.
Tara insists again and again to help her but she refuses every time because she wants to do everything on her own… for her husband.
“Now go and get ready or else sir will come” Tara says once the tag is finally fixed properly, stepping back and admiring the setup.
“What should I wear, Tara?” Sita asks, looking at her with a confused expression, her brows slightly furrowed. Tara smirks instantly hearing this.
“Wear nothing” Tara says casually and Sita’s eyes widen in shock.
“Tara ki bacchi!” Sita shouts loudly, glaring at her and Tara quickly turns towards the door, laughing.
(You little brat, Tara!)
“Wear whatever your heart tells you” Tara says, blowing a flying kiss towards her as she walks out of the room.
“Eat dinner before sleeping!” Sita shouts from behind and then closes the door.
She slowly turns her gaze towards the room again, her eyes scanning every corner… and a soft, slightly sad smile forms on her lips.
“What if he doesn’t like this… and what if he gets angry because he doesn’t celebrate his birthday? What if he throws my food and everything away?” she says slowly to herself and fear slowly creeps into her heart.
He has never said anything harsh to her, never shown anger towards her… but still, that fear lives inside her, unknown to her how it might take shape and turn against her.
“Achha socho, Sita mata, achha socho” her subconscious whispers, trying to calm her down and Sita takes a deep breath, nodding her head again and again.
(Think positive, Sita, think positive.)
“Aaj aar ya to paar” she murmurs under her breath, gathering courage and walks inside the closet.
(Today it’s do or die)
She quickly takes a shower and then steps back into the closet, water droplets still clinging to her skin. She starts looking at the dresses one by one.
There is every kind of dress a person could ever need, for every situation, every occasion, but still, she is not able to choose anything. Some feel too revealing for her, making her uncomfortable… and some feel too overdressed, too heavy for the moment.
She walks slowly through all the dresses, her fingers brushing against the fabrics carefully, her mind still confused.
“Should I wear a saree?” she asks herself softly, her voice almost a whisper, as her eyes shift towards the saree section.
Her hand moves from one saree to another, sliding gently over the fabrics, searching for the perfect one… and then suddenly, her hand stops.
She pulls out one saree and looks at it… and a small smile forms on her lips.
It’s perfect.
She carefully drapes it around herself, fixing every pleat neatly. Then she adjusts her hair, letting a few strands fall softly around her face. With slightly trembling hands, she applies light makeup, her fingers shaking a little.
And lastly… she applies sindoor. Her heartbeat grows faster with every passing second. Nervousness fills her completely. Because today… she is not just getting ready. She is getting ready for her husband.
“Mujhe dekh kar kahin behosh na ho jaye” she says, looking at herself one last time in the mirror, her lips curving into a small, shy smile.
(What if he faints after seeing me?)
“Phir mujhe poora cake akela khana padega… koi nahi, kha loongi main to aaram se” she adds and then walks out of the closet, carefully holding all the gifts she has bought, each one neatly wrapped in beautiful gift paper.
(Then I’ll have to eat the whole cake alone… it’s okay, I can eat it easily)
She places all the gifts beautifully on the side of the table, adjusting them properly and smiles widely, her eyes shining as she looks around the room.
Everything looks perfect, just the way she wants it to be.
She starts walking here and there in the room, her steps restless, waiting for him to come. Her heart beats fast inside her chest, loud enough for her to feel it, as thoughts of his reaction fill her mind.
She keeps pacing again and again, her eyes shifting towards the door every few seconds, hoping he will walk in any moment.
But he doesn’t come.
“He usually comes by 11, then why not today? And why is no one picking up my call?” she says, worry clearly visible in her voice, as she slowly sits down on the couch.
She keeps waiting… the clock strikes 12 and the day ends… but he still doesn’t show up.
Her eyes start to fill with tears, not because he is not here… but because she is not brave enough to call him and ask where he is.
Slowly, her eyelids start getting heavy, her body giving up after the entire day’s exhaustion. Sitting on the couch, surrounded by her efforts, her love… she drifts into sleep.
But poor her… she doesn’t know what is waiting for her. She doesn’t know what is going to happen when he comes and sees all this.
And Jo log cliffhanger dekh kar story drope kar rahe hai ya kuch jada hi jaldi story ko judge kar rahe hai mai bas yahi kahna chahu gi don't cover a book by its judge. Trust me mai kuch galat nahi likhu gi ya aysa kuch jo acceptable nahi hai ??
Mai late ho rahi hu is ke liye sorry but aap log bharosa nahi karo ge i myself don't know ki mere sath kya ho raha hai. Mai apna pura best de rahi hu is book me aur daily chapters dene ke liye but pata nahi kaise mai kar hi nahi pa rahi hu??
Sorry aap logo ko mai bahot wait karwati hu ????
Aur mai aap logo se bahot pyar karti hu aap logo ke bare me accha sochti hu...agar mai nahi sochu gi aap logo ka to kon soche ga. To mere pass app logo ke liye ek offer hai. Ye gareeb readers ke liye hai ameer readers is offer se dur rahe jaise zayran crime or violence se dur rahta hai??
To dekho aap sab aur mai ye ↓ start kare ge
Par agar ham log aysa bol kar paise mange ge ki
"De de beta bhuk lagi hai ya de de beta exam me pass ho jaye gi"