I walked to the door, opened it a crack, and saw Adhya's worried face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"Bua and Priya have arrived," she said urgently.
"Okay, we'll come down in a few minutes."
"Bhaiya, they're creating chaos outside," she whispered. "Please come fast!"
"Alright, I'll go. Bring some clothes for your Bhabhi-she's in the washroom," I said as I hurried downstairs.
Everything was in disarray. Bua's loud cries echoed through the hall.
As soon as she saw me descending the stairs, she collapsed onto the sofa dramatically, wailing, "Now what will happen to my bachi? She's ruined! Barbaad kar diya mere ghar ko!"
Chote Papa looked at me, his face a mixture of confusion and growing concern. "Akash, what's going on? What is she talking about?"
Ma approached cautiously, trying to calm Bua. "Didi, please stop crying. Let's discuss this calmly."
Bua glared at her, her anger unabated. "Calmly? You expect me to stay calm when my Priya's life has been destroyed because of your son?"
Chote Papa intervened, his voice firm. "Didi, enough. What exactly happened?"
"What has he done?" Bua spat, her eyes burning with fury. "He married a low-caste girl! Behind everyone's back! My Priya was supposed to marry Akash, and now she'll be humiliated in society!"
A stunned silence filled the room. Chote Papa looked at me, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. "Is this true, Akash? You're married?"
"Yes, I'm married," I said, my voice steady. "Her name is Avani. Not just any girl-her name deserves respect. She is my wife," I added, glaring at Bua.
"And Bua, it's my decision whom I marry. I never gave anyone the impression that I would marry Priya. You created that illusion yourself."
She turned to Papa, tears streaming down her face. "Bhaiya, what is this? You promised me that Priya's wedding would be with Akash!"
Papa's face darkened, his anger palpable. His broken promise hung in the air like a storm cloud.
I turned to address them one last time, my voice calm but resolute. "No more words. No injustice will happen to Priya."
I took a step closer, meeting Bua's gaze. "I have never, not even once, given Priya the impression that I would marry her. At the same time, I promise that she will have a bright future. I will personally ensure she marries a good man."
The room fell silent as my words settled in.
I said my final words and moved upstairs.
My wife was waiting for me.
As I entered the room, I stopped in my tracks, awestruck. She looked ethereal in that red saree with a golden embroidered border, her wrists adorned with bangles, her wet hair cascading down, the sindoor in her parting, and the delicate nuptial chain resting on her neck-each symbol a declaration that she was mine forever.
I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. Without realizing it, I moved closer and gently caught her wrist. Her skin was so soft it felt like bread beneath my fingers. A sudden thought crossed my mind: May be i can eat her
And I couldn't stop my self
Avani POV:
He entered the room and stood there, awestruck, his gaze locked onto me as if seeing me for the first time.
Then, without warning, he strode toward me, gripping my wrist with a firm yet gentle hold. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and his darkened eyes burned with an intensity that made my breath hitch.
In one swift motion, he pulled me flush against him, our bodies colliding, heat radiating between us. One of his hands slipped beneath my saree, his fingers grazing my waist, while the other traveled upward, caressing the back of my neck. He tangled his fingers in my hair, tilting my head back, and buried his face in the curve of my neck.
He stood there for a moment, inhaling deeply, as if memorizing my scent, his warm breath sending tingles across my skin. My heart pounded against my ribs—so loud, I was sure he could hear it. A strange sensation swirled inside me, a mix of nervousness and anticipation, but it felt inexplicably good.
And then, suddenly, his lips were on me. A gasp escaped me as a wave of goosebumps erupted over my skin. His lips trailed along my neck, slow and deliberate, setting every nerve in my body ablaze. He reached my earlobe, sucking on it teasingly before continuing his path down my jawline.
All this time, his other hand played with my belly button, his fingers tracing lazy, maddening circles. Just as I was about to respond, he pinched my waist lightly, making me jolt and meet his gaze. He raised an eyebrow, silently demanding an answer.
Before I could give one—
Knock! Knock!
"Bhaiya! Bhabhi, come down for breakfast!" Adhya's voice rang from the other side of the door before she scurried away.
I turned to him, my face flushed, but he looked downright irritated by the interruption.
I wiggled in his arms, trying to break free, but he only tightened his grip, pulling me even closer. His intense stare made my breath hitch as his lips ghosted over my ear.
"This is not done," he murmured, his deep voice laced with frustration.
Before I could respond, he pressed lingering kisses on my eyelids, forehead, and cheeks—each touch sending warmth spreading through me. Then, with a final smirk, he released me and walked toward the bathroom, leaving me standing there, dazed, my heart still racing.
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