43.
"Bahot purani kahawat hai" I say softly, carefully applying Ajay Devgan ki biwi in my eyes, my fingers moving gently as I try not to ruin it.
(It's a very old saying)
"Kya kahawat hai, sakhi?" Kanha asks playfully, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he throws stones at the hanging makhan pots, completely focused on his target.
(What saying is it, friend?)
"Bahot purani hai na kahawat, is liye main bhool gayi" I reply casually, blinking my eyes a few times as I admire them, tilting my face slightly to check how they look.
(It's a very old saying, that's why I forgot it)
"Kanha, wo pathar mere sir par maro, matko par nahi. Main is ladki se thak gaya hoon" my subconscious mutters dramatically and I roll my eyes in annoyance, letting out a quiet sigh.
(Kanha, throw that stone at my head not at the pots. I am tired of this girl)
"Thak to main gayi hoon in dono se" I mumble under my breath.
(I am the one who is tired of these two)
"Ignore her, conscieee" Kanha says lazily and within a second, he throws another stone, finally breaking the pot into pieces. A small victorious smirk appears on his face.
"Ahhh, I wish I could just go everywhere in my pajamas" I mumble in frustration, dragging the comb through my hair. I stare at my reflection, white shirt, black trousers.
I sigh. I usually don't wear Western clothes but I have to go to work, so I have no choice.
"Ab acche kapde pehna kar tu. Warna tera husband attract kaise hoga?" my subconscious says and my hand slowly stops in the middle of combing my hair.
(Start wearing nice clothes. Otherwise, how will your husband get attracted to you?)
"Unki nazrein meri aankhon se hate tab to dekhenge na wo mere kapde. Unki nazrein meri aankhon se hatti hi nahi hain" I whisper sadly, I gently fix my hair.
(His gaze needs to leave my eyes for him to even notice my clothes. His eyes never move away from mine)
"Wait..." I suddenly say, pausing mid-action as realization hits me. I place my hands on my slim waist, narrowing my eyes at my reflection.
"Slim" my subconscious says, pressing a pillow tightly over its mouth, trying hard to control its laughter, its shoulders shaking slightly.
I roll my eyes in irritation and choose to ignore it.
"Kahi mere saiyaan ko meri aankhon se pyaar to nahi..." I whisper slowly, my expression turning serious as I lean closer to the mirror, my face inching forward, my gaze locked deeply into my own eyes.
(What if my husband is in love with my eyes...)
"Kahi wo meri aankhen dekhte hi doob to nahi jaate hain mere pyaar mein...Kahi mere un ko meri aankhon mein unki poori duniya to nahi dikhti..." I say the last line with seriousness, leaning even closer until my breath almost touches the mirror, my eyes scanning every tiny detail.
(What if he drowns in my love the moment he looks into my eyes...What if he sees his entire world in my eyes...)
"Ewwww... koi in nashedi aankhon ko kaise dekh sakta hai?" I suddenly scrunch my nose in disgust, pulling my face back quickly as if I just saw something horrible, my lips twisting in distaste.
(Eww... how can anyone even look at these eyes?)
"Meri aankhen dekh kar lagta hai 4 sasti bottle ka nasha kiya hai maine" I mutter, shaking my head as I step away from the mirror, my expression filled with disgust, as if I myself am offended by my own eyes.
(Looking at my eyes, it feels like I have drunk four cheap bottles)
"Wait..." I suddenly pause, my movements stopping mid-step as a thought hits me. My eyes widen slightly and I tap my chin lightly, thinking.
"Har acche insaan ko yahi lagta hai ki wo accha nahi hai.
.. waise hi mujhe bhi lag raha hoga meri aankhen acchi nahi hain but reality ye hai ki main in aankhon se logon ko ghayal kar sakti hoon.
.. bas mujhe pata nahi hai" I think deeply, slowly nodding my head.
my lips curling into a small confident smile.
(Every good person thinks they are not good... just like I feel my eyes are not good but the reality is that I can control people with these eyes... I just don't know it yet)
I flip my hair hard, a hint of pride showing in my expression as I lift my chin slightly.
"Aur rahi baat mere un ki, to mujhe nahi lagta wo mujhe mere kapdon ki wajah se pyaar karenge" I say softly, my voice turning calm and sure.
(And as for him, I don't think he will love me because of my clothes)
"Unki baatein sun kar to aisa lagta hai ki main saans leti hoon aur unki zindagi khushiyon se bhar jaati hai" I say softly, a dreamy smile spreading across my face as I twirl inside the closet like a cheap Disney princess, my shirt slightly flaring with the movement.
(Listening to his words, it feels like I just breathe and his life fills with happiness)
"Sab theek hai, sakhi, par ye 'un un' kya laga rakha hai?" Kanha asks, raising his brow while running with makhan in his hand.
(Everything is fine, friend but what is this 'he he' you keep saying?)
"Are, ab apne pati ka naam lene mein sharm aati hai mujhe" I say, suddenly feeling shy as I hide my face in my hands.
(I feel shy to even take my husband's name)
"Sakhi, kahi pyaar to nahi ho gaya hai tumhe?" Kanha asks, narrowing his eyes playfully and I immediately shake my head, a little too quickly.
(Friend, don't tell me you've fallen in love?)
"Mujhe kabhi pyaar nahi hoga unse. In fact, I hate him and I'll always hate him" I say firmly, lifting my chin with fake confidence.
Inside, I know if I admit even a little that I like him, my subconscious and Kanha will think I gave in first, and Sita never bows down to anyone. I smirk slightly at my own clever plan.
"But tumhari harkatein dekh kar lagta hai ki tum apne pati ke pyaar mein mere rishtedaron ki tarah gir gayi ho... hard and fast" my subconscious says bluntly and I glare at myself in the mirror, my eyes narrowing in annoyance.
(But looking at your actions, it feels like you have fallen for your husband like my relatives, hard and fast)
"He is not my type and I'll never fall for him" I say sharply, flipping my hair with attitude as I turn around to walk out of the closet.
But suddenly, my breath gets stuck in my chest. My steps freeze mid-motion and my hand grips the dressing table tightly, my fingers curling around its edge as something shifts inside me.
He is standing at the doorstep of the closet, leaning against it casually. He is... smirking while looking at me, his eyes fixed on mine with a teasing glint.
His hands are folded over his chest and he is in his night clothes, his hair slightly messy, making him look even more dangerously attractive.
I gulp slowly, my throat goes dry and I try to look away from him but I can't. My eyes refuse to move away from him, as if they are stuck.
His loose black track pants and white vest make him look so broad and giant in front of me.
"Hame laga hamari biwi ko hamse pyaar ho raha hai" he says in his deep, calm voice and starts walking towards me, his hand slipping inside his pocket with ease.
(I thought my wife is falling in love with me)
My heart starts racing and I take a step back, breathing hard and uneven. I am scared... I don't know why...but I am.
He stops right in front of me, too close, his presence surrounding me completely. His natural fragrance reaches my nose, making me forget how to breathe. My mind goes blank...I lose my sanity just because of his scent.
I take another step back until my hip hits the dressing table. I look down, anywhere but at him, my lashes trembling.
"Hamaari aankhon mein dekhiye" he says softly, leaning down closer to me, his voice low and pulling.
(Look into my eyes)
I try... I really try not to look into his eyes but I can't. Slowly, helplessly, I lift my gaze and my eyes meet his. He is looking at me with a smile on his face, a teasing, dangerous smile. My fingers tighten around the sides of my trousers, clutching them as my breath gets stuck in my chest.
He slowly lifts his hand and places it on my waist... my toes curl instantly as his touch sends a sharp shiver through me. His fingers slide around my waist slowly, firmly, while his eyes stay locked with mine, intense and unreadable.
And then... he pulls me hard against his chest, making a small shriek escape my lips. My hand lands on his chest and my eyes widen in shock. I grip one of his biceps tightly, while my other hand clutches his shoulder, holding onto him as if I might lose balance.
"What is your type, Mrs. Kaalver?" he asks slowly, leaning down towards me. Our faces are so close that I can feel his warm breath brushing against my skin. Our noses are almost touching, just one small movement and they will brush against each other.
He tilts his head slightly and brings his face closer to my ear. His hand holds me so firmly that... it feels like I belong right here, in his arms, nowhere else.
"And what should I do to make you fall for me?" he whispers near my ear, his lips lightly brushing against my earlobe. My eyes shut instantly and my grip on him tightens. I feel weak... like I will fall if he loosens his hold on me even a little.
"Speak, biwi ji" he says, pulling back just enough to look at me again. I gulp slowly, staring into his eyes, completely lost.
I... I don't know how to speak at this moment. My entire focus is on the man standing in front of me, the way he holds me, the way he looks effortlessly breathtaking, the way he makes everything around me disappear.
"I see you are scared of me" he says and I finally blink, snapping out of my trance.
"I'm not scared of you" I reply quickly, lifting my chin a little. The moment those words leave my mouth, he smirks... a knowing smirk, as if he already expected this answer.
My fingers slowly dig into his bicep and I force a small smile onto my face. I can't let him think that he is affecting me in the most insane way possible.
"My type is everyone except you" I say, trying to sound firm. He only smiles at that and looks to the side, showing me his sharp side profile, his tongue pressing lightly against his cheek. My breath hitches and I gulp hard, quickly taking a deep breath before he notices anything.
"That means you will never fall for me?" he asks, lifting his other hand slowly. He gently tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear without touching my face directly.
Then he brings his face close to my cheek but his hand stops just inches away. I can feel it... I can see it clearly in his eyes, he is not touching me without my permission.
"Never" I whisper softly, my voice barely coming out. And unknowingly, I move my face just a little towards the back of his hand. The moment his hand finally brushes against my upper cheek, both of our breathing stops.
"Are you sure?" he asks, pressing the back of his fingers softly against my cheek, his touch slow and deliberate.
"Yes, I am" I reply, my voice low as I hold onto him tightly. He slowly presses me back against the dressing table and my grip on him only tightens.
I know I am not in my right senses right now but whatever is happening... I am liking it. I hate to admit it but I like his touch... him being this close to me. I am liking... I am loving every second of him being this close to me. I am... I am feeling strangely safe.
"You know what..." he says slowly, his fingers tracing the curve of my face while his thumb presses lightly into my waist, sending a shiver through me.
"Let's hate each other till our last breath while being in each other's embrace like this" he says, pulling me even closer. My eyes widen slightly at his words, my breath catching in my throat.
"Kyunki pyaar karte hue to sabhi zindagi guzarte hai. Hum aur aap kuch alag karenge" he adds, winking at me at the end. My face heats up instantly and I gulp, quickly looking away, trying to gather myself.
(Because people spend their whole lives loving each other. We will do something different)
"Aapko pata hai kya, Mr. Kaalver" I say, lifting my gaze again as I point my index finger at his chest, right where his heart is beating.
(You know what, Mr. Kaalver?)
"Hum to aapse nafrat karte hue zindagi kaat lenge, par aap ke liye thoda mushkil ho jayega" I say, poking his chest lightly. His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of confusion crossing his face and I almost smile...he looks cute.
(I can spend my life hating you but it will be a little difficult for you)
"Wo kaise?" he asks, leaning closer towards me and instead of backing away, I lean slightly towards him too, holding my ground.
(How?)
"Kyunki aapko humse pyaar ho jayega... hum hain hi aise" I say, lifting one shoulder proudly, a confident spark shining in my eyes.
(Because you will fall in love with me)
A soft chuckle escapes his lips and I go numb for a second. H...his laugh is so... damn. Breathe, Sita... breathe.
"Aisa kabhi nahi hoga" he says calmly and before I can react, he suddenly turns, still holding me in his arms.
(That will never happen)
In the next moment, he is sitting on the dressing table and I am standing between his legs. I blink a few times, trying to understand what just happened, my heart still racing.
"Hoga... aur bahut jald hoga" I say, grabbing his vest tightly, my fingers clutching the fabric as I glare at him with determination.
(It will happen... and very soon)
"Kabhi nahi" he replies again, his tone firm and I smirk slightly, looking straight into his eyes. He doesn't know who I am... I will make him fall for me.
(Never)
But my smirk slowly fades as I notice him smiling calmly. There's something about his smile... it feels like he has already won and I have somehow lost.
"Waise, hum aapko rokenge nahi... aap aazma sakti hain" he says, his voice smooth and confident.
(By the way, I won't stop you... you can try)
My eyes instantly light up at his words. I look at him carefully, checking if he really means it and he simply nods, his gaze fixed on me.
"Aap kuch nahi karenge aur na hi kahe ge hume?" I ask excitedly, unknowingly leaning even closer towards him, my eyes shining with challenge.
(You won't do anything and you won't say anything to me?)
His grip on my waist tightens as he places both his hands there now, pulling me even closer to himself.
"Hamari itni aukaat nahi hai ki aapko kuch keh sake... karna to door ki baat hai" he says softly, lowering his head slightly in front of me, his tone calm yet teasing.
(I don't have the courage to even say anything to you... doing something is far beyond that)
My breath deepens, as his words and actions slowly start to affect me more than I want to admit.
"Be ready, Mr. Kaalver, to see how impossible things turn into possible" I say confidently, stepping out of his hold and giving him a devilish smirk.
He only smiles, nodding his head slightly and folds his arms over his chest, watching me carefully.
"I'm ready, Mrs. Kaalver" he says with an innocent face but his eyes still hold that same teasing spark.
"Waise aap blush karte hue pyaari lagti hain" he suddenly adds and I freeze mid-step. My body stiffens and my eyes widen instantly. Seeing my reaction, he winks at me, making my breath hitch.
(By the way, you look pretty when you blush)
He casually walks towards the bathroom, passing by me slowly. As he crosses me, his hand intentionally brushes against mine, a faint smile playing on his lips.
I just stand there, completely frozen, staring at him in shock. The door clicks shut and only then do I snap out of it.
I immediately rush out of the closet, fanning myself with my hand, my heart still racing wildly. H...he is so...
"Are yaar, kitna mast scene tha... kitni jaldi khatam ho gaya" my subconscious groans dramatically, throwing popcorn away in frustration.
(Oh man, what an amazing scene... it ended so quickly)
I place my hand on my waist, trying to calm myself down, my cheeks still burning.
"He said I was blushing... me? Blushing? Huh, I was not blushing, darinde" I mutter under my breath, pointing my finger towards the closet door with irritation. I quickly grab my bag and walk out of the room, my steps slightly hurried.
"Zayran Patel, uski khopdi mein tel, uske saare bacche fail" I mumble in annoyance, scrunching my nose as I walk, clearly irritated because he thinks he can make me blush but he can't.
"Bhabhi, apne bacchon ko aisa to mat bolo" a teasing voice comes from behind me and I jump in my place, startled.
(Sister-in-law, don't say such things about your kids)
"Ahhh!" I shout, turning around quickly, only to see my bandars standing there, grinning widely.
"Bhabhi, kya hua? Aap blush kyun kar rahi ho?" Shurya asks, swinging side to side playfully and I glare at him sharply.
(Sister-in-law, what happened? Why are you blushing?)
"Main blush nahi kar rahi hoon" I say in irritation, crossing my arms slightly but their eyes widen even more as if they just caught me.
(I am not blushing)
"Yes, yes, you are right, bhabhi you are not blushing" Ishi says with a wide grin, clearly not believing me. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
"By the way, where are you going so early in the morning?" Om asks curiously and I look at him in confusion.
"Kahin aap job par to nahi jaa rahi? Lekin aaj to Sunday hai" Yuv says, and I blink rapidly, my mind going blank.
(You're not going to work, right? But today is Sunday)
What the heck... t..today is Sunday? Kanhaaaaa... mujhe yaad kyun nahi raha? I thought today is Monday... and I woke up early and got ready for work. Main kitni badi bewa...masoom hoon... I sigh internally, pressing my lips together.
(Kanha, why didn't I remember?)
But I can't say this in front of them. If I say even one word, they will make fun of me and I will never let that happen because making fun of myself is my right and I won't give it to anyone else.
"Main ek important meeting ke liye jaa rahi thi" I say casually, lifting my chin as I start walking through the hallway, trying to act normal.
(I was going for an important meeting)
"Par maine to koi meeting nahi rakhi aaj" Shurya says from behind and I instantly glare at him, my eyes narrowing.
(But I didn't schedule any meeting today)
Bilkul apni na hone wali patni ki tarah hai ye... bas mera pachka karta rehta hai.
(He is exactly like his future wife... always ruining my plans.)
"Kahin aur meeting thi meri... woh attend karni thi but ab cancel ho gayi hai meeting" I say quickly, fixing my tone as I walk to the lounge on the first floor and sit down on the couch.
(I had a meeting somewhere else... I had to attend it but now it's cancelled)
The four of them sit in front of me, staring like detectives.
"Mujhe lag raha hai aap jhooth bol rahi ho. Aap galti se aaj office jaane ke liye ready ho gayi... but humse chhupa rahi ho" Shaurya says, crossing his arms with a knowing look and I stare at him with offended eyes, my brows shooting up.
(I feel like you are lying. You got ready to go to the office by mistake... but you are hiding it from us)
"Mujh par shaq karte ho... mujh par?" I say dramatically, getting up from the couch and leaning towards him, glaring straight into his eyes, my expression full of fake hurt and anger.
(You doubt me... me?)
"Bhabhi, main to kehta hoon aap na inki woh wali photo viral kar do jab ye seedhiyon se gire the" Om says, jumping around like a monkey and a slow smirk appears on my face.
(Sister-in-law, I say you should make that photo viral when he fell from the stairs)
"Ab dekhna woh photo tumhare sasural tak kaise jaati hai, Shaurya Kaalver" I say, pulling my phone out of my pocket and opening the camera, my eyes sparkling with mischief.
(Now watch how that photo reaches your in-laws, Shaurya Kaalver)
"Hello, goizzz! Dekhiye goizzz, ye ladka jo 28 saal ka dikhta hai, par seedhiyon se bilkul Bollywood ki sasti heroine ki tarah girta hai" I say, holding my phone up and recording a video, angling the camera perfectly while showing Shaurya in the background.
He tries to hide his face, moving here and there in panic.
(Hello guys! Look guys, this boy who looks 28 years old falls from stairs exactly like a cheap Bollywood heroine)
"Haath pakdo is jaanwar ka, nahi to ye bhaag jayega!" Ishi shouts loudly and Om and Yuv immediately grab both of Shaurya's hands tightly, forcing him to stay still, his face now clearly visible in the camera.
(Hold this animal's hands or he will run away!)
"Bhabhi par shaq karte ho? Hamari bhabhi par?" Yuv and Om shout together, lifting his face up towards the camera while Shaurya almost cries for his life, struggling in their grip.
(You doubt bhabhi? Our bhabhi?)
"Dekho goiz, is bande ko thoda acche se dekho. Aur main chahti hoon aap ye video zyada se zyada share karein, taki ye video is saste gire hue ladke ke sasural tak jaaye" I shout dramatically, bringing the camera closer to Shaurya's face, zooming in on his helpless expression.
(Look guys, observe this man properly. And I want you all to share this video as much as possible so that it reaches this cheap fallen boy's in-laws)
"Aapko is par kya kehna hai hamari fokat audience se?" I ask, zooming in even more on his face, my eyes shining with mischief. He sniffs dramatically, trying to gather himself.
(What do you want to say to our useless audience?)
"Main aap sab se bas ek hi baat kehna chahunga... dust ko Hindi mein kehte hain dhool... dust ko Hindi mein kehte hain dhool... meri bhabhi hai had se zyada botiphool" he says in a dramatic tone and my eyes widen in surprise.
(I just want to say one thing to all of you... Roses may look pretty and full... but my bhabhi is next-level beautiful)
Slowly, I lower my phone, a proud smile spreading across my face.
"Bhabhi, ye jhooth bol rahe hain" Yuv says quickly and I glare at him sharply, my eyes narrowing.
(Sister-in-law, he is lying)
"Kehna kya chahte ho, bete... ki main beautiful nahi hoon, haan?" I ask, raising my brow and stepping slightly closer to him. He immediately shakes his head in panic and lets go of Shaurya.
(What are you trying to say, son... that I am not beautiful?)
I lift my phone again, switching the camera back on with full confidence.
"Guys, mujhse zindagi mein pEhLi baar galti ho gayi hai.
Maine is here jaise ladke ko bura bhala kaha.
.. ye banda bakri ki ghaas se zyada hara hai.
Aap apni bakri jaise beti ka rishta bhej sakte hain hamare ghaas jaise ladke ke liye.
Hamari website ka naam hai, [email protected]" I say dramatically, ending the video with a straight face before shutting the camera.
(Guys, for the first time in my life, I made a mistake. I called this diamond like boy what not... this guy is greener than goat's grass. You can send a proposal of your goat-like daughter for our grass-like boy. Our website name is, [email protected])
"Bhabhi, aap bahut acchi hain... bas meri setting karwa dijiye" Shaurya says with a hopeful face and I nod slowly, lifting my hand like I am giving him blessings, my expression full of fake seriousness.
(Sister-in-law, you are very good... just help me get a match)
"Madammm" Grover's voice comes from behind and we all turn towards him at once. He is standing there calmly, holding a bag in his hand.
"I brought your favourite bomboloni" he says, showing me the bag and my eyes instantly light up with happiness.
"Grover, you are the best!" I say excitedly, quickly taking the bag from his hand. The four of them immediately lean in, peeking inside the bag like hungry animals who haven't eaten in days, their eyes shining with greed.
"GG from..." Yuv starts speaking but Grover suddenly glares at him, his jaw tightening.
"I'm not GG" he says through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed. I scoff lightly and sit back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
They all settle beside me, their eyes fixed on the bag, waiting eagerly for me to take out the bomboloni. I ignore their little fight and carefully take out the box.
But before I can even react, they grab each piece within seconds. I shake my head in disbelief and take one for myself, biting into it slowly.
I open my mouth to say something but a voice cuts me off.
"Grover" it's him. I instantly lower my gaze, avoiding looking at him and continue eating as if nothing happened.
"Bhai, aap bhi khao na" Om says casually while chewing and I give him a sharp side-eye because there is clearly nothing left.
(Brother, you should eat too)
"There is nothing left and bhai doesn't eat someone else's leftover" Shaurya adds, shrugging slightly. My movements slow down as I hear that.
But... he does eat mine. I can feel his gaze on me, steady and intense but I am not strong enough to look at him... not after the way we talked just a few minutes ago.
"Let's go, all of you" he says calmly and they all get up from the couch, moving along with Grover. But he doesn't go. He stops there... and I can see him walking towards me slowly. My grip on the bomboloni tightens slightly, my fingers curling around it.
Before I can even react, he bends down and takes a bite from it, right from my hand, while looking straight into my eyes. My heart stops. I literally freeze.
His lips brush against my fingers and the way he bites it, leaning so close...it sends a strange shiver through my entire body.
"Umm... delicious" he says softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he straightens up and turns around. I just sit there, staring at his back with wide eyes and a flushed face, my breath uneven.
But then... my eyes widen even more as I notice my bandars and Grover peeking from behind a pillar, their heads popping out one by one, clearly watching everything. I immediately look away, trying to act normal, lowering my gaze and taking a small breath.
But I can't. H...he is making me fall harder for him. I don't know if I will make him fall for me... or if he will make me fall for him even harder.
"We can't do anything" Dhanraj says, pacing restlessly from one corner to another. His jaw is tight, his fists clenched and anger mixed with deep disappointment is clearly visible on his face.
"I think he'll find out our truth soon" Virendra says, his voice low and tense as he keeps drinking alcohol continuously without stopping. His hand slightly trembles but his eyes remain fixed on the glass, as if trying to drown his fear in it.
"I'll handle everything but both of you handle your kids. They are all after him. They don't even listen to a single word of ours" Bhairav shouts at his two sons, his voice echoing in the room. His face burns with rage and his eyes glare at them sharply.
Both of them grit their teeth, their jaws tightening in frustration and helpless anger.
"Don't know what that bastard has done that they don't believe us. But they believe him blindly" Dhanraj says, his voice filled with irritation.
He suddenly pushes the chair beside him hard, making it crash loudly onto the floor.
"The first thing we have to do is remove his wife from his life.
Because that bitch is making everything harder for us.
And about Zayran, we all know he killed Laksh's father and we can use it against him like every time" Virendra says, his eyes dark and fixed on the floor.
The hatred in his gaze for Sita is even worse than what he feels for Zayran.
"She is just a hurdle and I myself will remove her from the mansion forever" Bhairav says as he slowly gets up from his chair. A dirty smirk spreads across his lips, his eyes shining with dangerous intentions.
"You both just make sure no one finds out about us, not even Rajiv" Bhairav says firmly. His voice turns cold and commanding.
Both of his sons nod their heads silently, their minds already filled with dirty plans, their expressions dark and wicked.
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"You bastard, how dare you touch my boss!" Grover shouts, his voice filled with raw rage as he punches a man hard across the face.
The impact is so brutal that the man's face jerks to the side, the sound of bones cracking echoing in the air. Grover's eyes turn blood red, fury burning inside them, while sweat pours down his body uncontrollably.
"GG... GG... GG..." Yuv and Om chant loudly, hooting like maniacs as they shoot anyone who comes in front of them without caring about anything.
It is already night and the entire place is covered in darkness, making the flashes of gunfire look even more deadly and chaotic.
"I'll fucking empty my bullets into both of your heads!" Grover shouts again as he runs forward.
In one swift move, he places one leg against a pillar for support and uses the other to kick a man so hard that the man's body crashes into the ground, half of it sinking into the dirt from the force.
"GG... GG... GG..." Yuv and Om keep repeating, their voices echoing as they fire endlessly, their movements fast, smooth and terrifyingly effortless.
"Bas is wajah se bhai tum dono ko kahi nahi le jate. Salo kaam par dhyan do!" Shaurya shouts angrily at both of them while grabbing a man by the neck and twisting it harshly until a cracking sound is heard.
(That's exactly why brother doesn't take you both anywhere. Idiots, focus on the work!)
"Bhabhi ka bahnoi kahi ka..." Yuv and Om mutter under their breath but Shaurya hears it.
For a second, a shy smile threatens to appear on his lips but he quickly controls himself, his face turning serious again.
The four of them move like professionals, killing without hesitation. Their actions are clean, sharp and perfectly timed, making it impossible for their enemies to even think about their next move.
Right now, they are not their bhabhi ke bandars or madam ka chamcha. They look like fire... a deadly fire that, if touched, will not just burn a hand but destroy an entire clan.
The entire factory turns into a complete mess, literally a battlefield. Some places are broken and destroyed, while others are soaked in deep red blood. There are not just one or two bodies... there are countless dead bodies lying everywhere, turning the place into a horrifying scene.
"By the way, how is my outfit?" Yuv asks in the middle of the chaos, his voice oddly proud despite the bloodshed around him.
Om glances at him for a second and shows a quick thumbs up while still fighting.
"You know, I specially customized it for missions" Yuv says proudly, flexing his entirely black outfit. The belts are tightly wrapped around him, and different kinds of buttons and straps shine under the dim light, making him look even more dangerous and stylish.
"You are looking handsome but not more than me" Om says with a grin. In the same moment, he flips a man to the ground and hits him brutally where the sun nor the moon rises not even sparing him a second glance after that.
"Shut the fu..." Grover starts speaking while quickly dodging a bullet that almost grazes his shoulder but Om cuts him off before he can complete his sentence.
"Tara was saying..." Om begins, his tone suddenly teasing but Yuv immediately cuts him off intentionally.
"Shut the fuck up, Om. Focus on your work" Yuv says with a smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly.
At the same time, Grover instantly runs towards Om, killing anyone who comes in his way, his urgency clearly visible.
"What was she saying?" Grover asks, breathing heavily as he reaches Om. His eyes are fixed on him with desperate curiosity, his entire focus now completely on Om's words.
"Nothing" Om says casually, shrugging slightly and Grover groans in frustration before moving behind him, still restless.
"Tell me what she was saying" Grover asks again, this time more impatiently, his voice sharp and demanding.
"Bhai, be careful" Shaurya suddenly says, his eyes shifting towards Zayran.
The moment he says that, Grover's entire attention snaps away from Tara and instantly shifts towards his boss, his expression turning serious and alert again.
"Dekha, maine kaha tha na, Grover cheater hai.
Kabhi bhai par, to kabhi Tara par aankhen daalta hai.
.. balam mere cheater ho gaye, baaz se teter hi gaye" Yuv says loudly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
All three of them join him, singing the last line in sync, their voices filled with teasing and mockery.
(See, I told you, Grover is a cheater. Sometimes he looks at brother, sometimes at Tara)
"Agar boss ke bhai na hote tum teeno, to sabse pehle tum logon ko hi marta main" Grover says sharply, his tone filled with irritation as he glares at them for a second.
(If you three were not boss's brothers, I would have killed you all first)
Without wasting another moment, he turns and runs towards his boss. Even though nothing has happened to him, after all, can anything even happen to a devil like him?, still, Grover runs, his steps fast.
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Zayran moves inside the underground area of the building, his steps dangerously fast. His guards run ahead of him, killing anyone who comes in their way, clearing his path without hesitation.
His hair is tied tightly in a half man bun but with his regular black rubber band not the one his wife gifted him, because he has already lost one of those and he cannot bear losing the other.
His guards quickly open a heavy metal door and he steps inside. The moment he enters, his sharp eyes fall on three men sitting in the middle of the room.
A blood-red diamond is placed on the table in front of them, glowing faintly under the dim light, making the entire atmosphere feel even more intense and dangerous.
The moment the door opens, all three of them get startled. One of them immediately grabs the diamond closer to himself, his hands shaking slightly.
Their eyes widen in shock as they see Zayran standing there, his presence alone enough to send fear down their spines.
Without wasting a second, all three of them pull out their guns and suddenly their men appear from different corners, as if coming out of nowhere, pointing their guns directly at Zayran.
"I'll not let you take this" one of them says with a smirk, his grip tightening on the diamond.
The very next second, his guards start firing towards Zayran without hesitation. But before their bullets can even touch him, Zayran's guards move faster, shooting them down one by one.
Chaos erupts in the room as bodies start falling. The man panics and suddenly starts running away, fear taking over his face and Zayran immediately runs after him, his steps fast and deadly.
Not one or two but many guards come in his way, trying their best to stop him, to kill him but nothing can slow him down. He moves like a storm, unstoppable and terrifying.
Loud alarms start ringing throughout the building, their sharp sound echoing everywhere as the entire place turns into a war zone. This is not just about a diamond, it is something that can lead to a war and that is exactly what is happening right now.
The situation slowly starts going out of control. Zayran's sharp eyes quickly scan around and he looks at Grover and his brothers, silently signaling them something with just a glance. They understand instantly.
Without wasting even a second, they throw bombs at different places while running outside with their guards, explosions beginning to shake the entire building.
Zayran presses his Bluetooth, his expression turning cold and commanding. "Move out, all of you" he orders in a low but firm voice to each and every guard while chasing those men upstairs.
His pace becomes even faster as he suddenly turns into a dark hallway, Grover following closely behind him, while the others rush out of the building.
Why is he running into a hallway when the men with the diamond clearly ran in a different direction?
"Boss, be careful" Grover says, his voice filled with concern as Zayran kicks open the door of an old storeroom, the wood breaking with a loud crack.
"I'm not that weak, Grover" Zayran says with a smirk, his eyes glinting with confidence and danger.
Grover nods immediately, pride clearly visible on his face as he looks at his boss with admiration. pure bromance at its peak.
Zayran runs inside the room, his steps quick, while Grover stays near the door, standing alert and looking around carefully for any danger.
Zayran rushes towards the far end of the room, his eyes sharp. He pushes away every box that comes in his way, the heavy cartons crashing loudly onto the floor.
Without wasting a second, he slides a pile of boxes aside and bends down on his knees.
He quickly takes out a small tool from his pocket, his movements precise and practiced. In one swift motion, he removes a tile from the floor, revealing something hidden beneath.
A box comes into his view. His lips curve slightly as he takes it out and stands up, opening it carefully. He enters a code, his fingers moving fast and the box clicks open.
A faint red light falls on his face in the dark room, highlighting his sharp features.
There it is, the real red diamond.
"It's so small" he says with a smirk, picking it up between his fingers. The stone shines dangerously, holding a power far beyond its size.
He throws the empty box aside carelessly and slips the diamond into his pocket as if it is nothing, even though it is worth more than 1200 crores. Without stopping, he runs out of the room, Grover immediately following him.
He knew where the diamond was and he was just playing a game of chase with those men for timepass.
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"Bhai aa gaye, bhai aa gaye!" Yuv and Om start dancing the moment they see Zayran and Grover running towards them. They shake their booties and laugh loudly, completely carefree even in the middle of chaos.
(Brother has come, brother has come!)
Zayran ignores their antics completely and walks straight towards the car. His eyes move towards his guards and he notices that they are already sitting inside their vehicles, ready to leave. He carefully scans each face.
"Dekha kaise mere boss ne woh diamond apne naam kar liya" Grover says proudly, putting on his black shades even though it is night. He walks towards the car with full attitude, his chest slightly puffed with pride.
(See how my boss made that diamond his own)
"GG final boss" all three of them say together as they walk towards the car and slide inside, sitting at the back.
Their walk carries a dangerous aura, confidence dripping from every step as they settle into their seats like kings after a battle.
"Bhai, hame bhi dekhne do na ek baar" Yuv and Om plead like little kids, their eyes shining with excitement. The same men who just killed countless people without a second thought now look completely innocent.
(Brother, let us see it once too)
Zayran takes out the diamond from his pocket and throws it carelessly towards them, as if it holds no value for him. Both of them catch it quickly, their faces lighting up.
"Oh my God, yeh to Shaurya bhai ke future se zyada bright hai" both of them say, laughing loudly as they look at Shaurya, teasing him shamelessly while admiring the diamond's shine.
(Oh my God, this is brighter than Shaurya brother's future)
Shaurya immediately hits both of them with his elbow, annoyed.
They start rubbing their nails lightly on the diamond, examining it like curious children, making Zayran close his eyes in irritation. His jaw tightens slightly.
"Give it back" he says calmly, his voice low but commanding. Both of them gulp hard, their playful expressions fading a little.
They immediately start caressing the diamond gently, as if it is a delicate baby, making Zayran run his hand through his hair in frustration. Nervously grinning, they extend it back towards him.
Suddenly, Grover's phone starts ringing. He glances at the caller ID and then slowly looks at his boss, his expression changing. Madam is calling. The other three also look at the phone and then at their brother, curiosity rising in their eyes.
Grover quickly receives the call and places the phone near his ear.
"WHAT?" he shout but the moment he hears the voice from the other side, his eyes widen in shock, almost popping out of their sockets.
His head snaps towards his boss, then towards the three bandars his face filled with disbelief and tension.