~●Chapter Twenty-Seven●~

Kaise kahun ishq mein tere

Kitna hoon betaab main

Aankhon se aankhe mila ke

Chura loon tere khwaab main

Mere saaye hain saath mein

Yaara jis jagah tum ho...

Main jo jee raha hoon

Wajah tum ho...

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Aaranya’s POV

Just as I entered the room, I got shocked when I saw Yuvraj crying softly while holding a pillow and continuously murmuring, “Abhi toh meri Anya kuch maino pehle aayi thi aur maine use naraz kar diya” He sniffled softly, almost way too cutely, before continuing “Ek hi toh girl friend hai meri…”

(My Anya came just a little while ago, and I have already made her upset.) (I just had one girlfriend…)

I smiled softly at his innocent gestures.

Who knew the ruthless prince would cry for me… MEEE??

Arghhh! I just feel so damn lucky right now!!!

I walked towards him slowly and made him sit. Then I handed him the glass of lemonade.

“Aap yeh pi lo.” I said before, gently running my hands through his hair.

(You drink this.)

He obliged without another question and finished the drink in just a few sips.

I somehow managed to make him agree that it's really late and he should sleep for some time.

“Nahii na mujhe abhi dance karna hai aur apni girlfriend ko mana nab hi hai.” He argued softly, trying to lift his head up from my lap.

(Noo I want to dance and I even have to convince my girlfriend.)

I pulled him back, a stern expression flashing on my face, “Chup chap so jaiye.” I said

(Just sleep quietly.)

He looked at me for a second before a sudden confusion flashed in his mind as he lifted his head off my lap like I just gave him an electric shock.

“Ab kya hua??” I asked sternly

(What happened now??)

“Why would I sleep in your lap. You are not my girlfriend.” He said, and I just wanted to roll my eyes at his drunken innocence.

I just pulled him back. “Shh bas so jaiye.” I said firmly and made him sleep close to me.

(Shh, just sleep.)

He tried to resist and argue, but soon gave up and drifted off to sleep.

Seeing him asleep, I sighed and slept beside him too.

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I was still asleep when I felt a hesitant touch on my shoulder.

And there Yuvraj was sitting half-naked and still in a hangover. But somehow, he looked very distressed.

All the last remnants of my sleep vanished, and I got up “What happened?” I asked softly, sitting close to him.

His gaze flickered towards his shirt on the couch, his loose belt and then me beside him.

“I was… drunk. My shirt… there. How? Did I?” He whispered parts of broken sentences in such a low tone as if he was trying to control his tears.

“What 'did I?’?” I asked, totally confused.

He looked at my face again before taking my hands in his “I am so sorry… Agar maine tumhare sath kuch bhi kiya bina tumhare consent ke. I am soo sorry.” He confessed as a tear also rolled down his cheek.

(…………If I have done anything without your consent………)

Finally, I understood his perspective. “Ohh Par kuch galat toh hua hi nahi. Aap kabhi apne sapne mai bhi esa nahi kar sakte toh aap esa kyu bol rahe ho?” I said softly, my voice reassuring and soothing.

(Ohh but nothing happened. You can never even do such a thing in your dreams, so why are you saying like that.)

Relief instantly flashed in his features before a slight confusion took over again, “Par meri shirt?” He asked

(But my shirt?)

Her gaze fell on the shirt lying on the couch, and the memory peaked in, “Areyy. It was wet, that’s why I removed it.”

His face turned into a faint shade of red with embarrassment as the absurdity of the situation sank in.

But what I felt was way more precious. The way he was so protective. The way he regretted the action he had never even done just made my trust for him hike up even higher.

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Yuvraj’s POV

The cool evening air hit my face, and I walked outside the palace gate where the baratis were about to come.

I can’t believe that my Shivu is now old enough to get married. Gosh, she was just a small little kid who used to run after me with her two pigtails bouncing.

Tears stung my eyes as the reality sank in, but I held them back.

After some minutes, the sound of dhols and DJ’s loud enough to make the wedding atmosphere even more lively.

There sat Veer bhai on a horse, all dressed in his crème sherwani and a sehra around his head.

Then my gaze fell on Aaranya dancing in joy along with all her other brothers and friends.

A small smile instantly curved on my face as I took in her grace in the blue, shiny lehenga. Her hair was perfectly styled into a neat bun with two strands of hair slightly curled, falling on her face. An elegance of minimal jewels and makeup adorned her even more.

I wish so badly that all these people weren’t here right now, and I would have kissed her and run my hand through the milky waist that was exposed.

 Soon, the baraat stopped at the gate, and Veer bhai stepped off the horse.

Maa sa and chachi sa instantly walked towards him and welcomed him inside with flowers and aarti.

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After the var mala, I went towards the guests to see if they needed anything, and just then something caught my eye… Anya is roaming around.

But what really caught my eye was her backless blouse.

Arghhh! I hate it so much. Why does everyone in the wedding get to see that skin, which only I get to see?

I walked towards her in long strides and held her duppata which was falling on the ground.

I picked and lifted it while standing behind her in such a way that her exposed back wouldn’t be visible to anyone.

A few minutes later, she noticed someone holding her duppata so she turned back, and a soft smile formed on her face as she saw me. “Arey aap?” She said lovingly, and I melted into a heartfelt grin.

(You)

Some more time passed, and noticing some weird looks and whispered voices pointed towards her, she turned back again just to find me holding her dupatta.

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she looked at me with irritation.

“Kya hai aapko jaiye na.” She said, pulling her dupatta back.

(What is wrong with you?)

“Woh tumhara duppata baar baar gir raha tha.” I lied innocently to excuse my way out.

(Your dupatta was falling again and again.)

But I didn’t lie completely. Did I? No right.

She quickly fixed her dupatta and looked up at me again, “Ab theek hai. Aap jaiye!” She said.

(Now it's fine. You go!)

I looked at her, and then my gaze flickered again towards her exposed back. “Ahm woh….” I fumbled trying to sound convincing, which I failed to do successfully.

(ahm That…)

“Haan kya woh?” She asked, a bit irritated, with a done look etched on her face.

(Yes, what ‘woh’?)

“Woh backless blouse…” I said in a low whisper, looking at the other side while rubbing the back of my neck to hide my embarrassment.

(That….)

From the corner of my eye, I saw her… SMIRKING.

What the fu*k!

I looked at her with confusion when she pulled me towards a corner.

“Accha ji… hamara blouse. Hmm?” She asked in a teasing whisper, her breath fell hot on my neck as I took a sharp inhale of breath.

(Ohh My blouse. Hmm?)

I nodded seriously.

“Jo mera hai woh saari duniya kyu dekhegi?” I replied in a firm and obvious tone.

(Why would the entire world see what belongs to me?)

She looked at me with a soft expression, cheeks a bit flushed. But that smirk? Still intact.

“Ohh toh esi baat hai…” She said playfully, probably trying to hold back her laughter.

(Ohh so this is the reason…)

I nodded.

“Toh fir mere ghar par shadi ka rishta bhej dijiye. Ese chup kar bhala kaisa ishq.” She said in a serious yet playful tone, while I replied back with a small ‘okay’ filled with determination.

(Then come with an alliance for marriage to my house. What kind of love is this we have to while hiding.)

She might think that I was joking, but I wasn’t…

Well, I can even imagine her reaction. Hehe!

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Aaranya’s POV

Soon it came to an end for Bhai sa’s shadi and during the vidai.

Shivika bhabhi’s entire family was in tears. Even her father and brothers.

Yuvraj was standing in a corner trying to keep his emotions in check, which he clearly wasn’t able to.

Just then, even in the emotional moment, Rudra remembered something.

“Arey hamne joote churaye the.” He said and ran towards the storehouse where they thought they had secretly kept the shoes.

(We had stolen the shoes.)

I looked at Lakshay bhai sa with a smirk, and he looked at Aaliya while she looked at Aditya bhai sa, and he looked at Dev bhai sa.

We all had similar smirks full of challenge planted on our faces that said, ‘Ohh really!’

Rudra came running back with a pair of shoes.

Suddenly, the moment turned, and Aaryan and Yuvraj also looked ecstatic.

They turned towards Veer Bhai sa with a mischievous grin. “Bhai paise?” Aaryan asked in a soft, innocent tone.

(Brother money?)

Before Veer bhai sa could say anything, I intervened.

“Kis baat ke?” I asked softly, as I didn’t know.

(For what?)

“Joote!” He said in a flat, frustrated tone, which made all our smirks widen even further.

(Shoes!)

“Ohh par joote toh hamare pas hai.” I said and his gaze turned towards the pair of shoes in Rudra’s hand.

He turned back to us with a confused look etched on his face. “huh?”

Deciding not to trouble them further, I asked Lakshay bhai sa to get the shoes.

Every single person’s attention turned towards him and the three Raghuvanshi brothers… God! Their eyes widened in betrayal when they saw Lakshay bhai sa remove the shoes from his foot and show it to them.

“Yeh rahe joote.” He said proudly.

(Here are the shoes.)

There was a sudden silence in the entire room before everyone broke into laughter.

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