𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭�...

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Tere ishq mein junoon hai,
mera junoon bhi deewana hai

The moment I shut my room's door behind me, I did what any girl would do after the kind of night I had—

I threw myself onto my bed and did a full roll-roll dance, kicking my legs in the air like a lovesick fool.

"Ishhhhhh" I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.

This man has ruined me in one night.

I could still feel his touch—everywhere.

His hands, his lips, his teasing words that made my heart race and my knees weak.

After a few minutes of recovering from my post-Ishaan meltdown, I got up and headed for a shower.

The second I stepped under the warm water, my eyes widened at the reflection in the mirror.

Love bites. Everywhere.

Deep ones, fading ones, fresh ones—this man had marked me like a wild possessive husband before even officially becoming one.

"Pati dev, you are insanee" I whispered to myself, running my fingers over one particularly bold mark on my collarbone.

A part of me wanted to scold him.

The other part?

Wanted more.

Once I got out of the shower.

I picked out something simple yet elegant—a white suit, embroidered lightly with silver threads.

It was graceful, soft, and perfect for the family brunch.

As I dried my hair, I checked my reflection once again.

The bites were still visible.

Oh God.

I grabbed a sheer dupatta, strategically placing it where necessary, and stepped out of my room, ready to face the day—and my shameless fiancé.

✮⋆˙

I was walking toward my room when I saw a blur of white sprinting past me.

Lavika.

She was running at full speed, her dupatta flying behind her like a superhero's cape, straight from her room.

Meri jhaali kudi.

I smirked, shaking my head as I entered my own room.

The night had been... intoxicating.

I could still feel the way she trembled under my touch, the way she whispered my name, the way she gave herself to me without hesitation.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair before stepping into the shower.

The cold water did nothing to cool my thoughts.

Once I was ready, I threw on a simple white kurta, perfectly tailored, with subtle embroidery.

Adya had strictly told me to be on time for the family brunch.

The second I walked into the lobby, my eyes found her.

My little sinner.

Dressed in a white suit, looking like an absolute vision—soft, delicate, but only I knew the fire that burned beneath that innocence.

She was sitting beside Shanaya, laughing about something, completely unaware of my arrival.

I narrowed my eyes and pulled out my phone.

Me : Girl, you sat on my seat. Move.

Shanaya's phone buzzed, and as soon as she saw my message, she turned her head to look at me with wide eyes.

I raised a brow.

She got the message loud and clear. Good sister.

With zero hesitation, she got up, grinning awkwardly, and moved to the other side of the table.

Satisfied, I stepped forward and greeted everyone, my eyes never leaving my darling.

Leaning down slightly, I whispered near her ear, "Good afternoon, little sinner."

I watched in pure delight as her entire face turned red.

She immediately grabbed her glass of juice and took a long sip, avoiding eye contact.

I smirked, loving every second of it, and took the seat directly behind her.

As conversations flowed around the table, I casually placed my hand on her thigh under the table.

Her entire body stiffened.

I bit back a chuckle. Too easy.

As I let my fingers absentmindedly trace circles, Shanaya, ever the loudspeaker, clapped her hands and grinned, "GOD, my favorite couple is twinning today! Was this planned or...? Mhm mhm!"

Busted.

Lavika let out a small cough, glancing at me like I was supposed to fix this.

I smirked at my little sinner's distress.

Her eyes were practically screaming, Fix this, you idiot!

Well, well. Let's make it more fun.

Leaning back in my chair, I exhaled dramatically. "Planned? Oh, absolutely, Shanaya. We had a whole secret meeting about it last night."

Lavika's foot kicked mine under the table.

I held back a laugh, turning to look at her. "Ouch, jaan. Violence already?"

She gave me a death glare, but the slight pink on her cheeks betrayed her.

Before she could reply, Riva chimed in, "See, this is why single people have trust issues! Y'all are out here matching and acting all couple-y while we suffer."

Shanaya nodded, dramatically placing a hand on her chest. "It's okay, Meri jaanudi.. We'll be each other's soulmates."

Lavika finally found her voice. "As if! You both would abandon each other the second a cute guy enters the room."

We all burst out laughing, and just as I was about to tease her more, I felt her soft hand subtly cover mine under the table, stopping my teasing fingers from their lazy circles on her thigh.

I raised an eyebrow, glancing at her.

She wasn't looking at me, but I could see the faintest smile on her lips.

Smart girl. Knows how to shut me up.

I intertwined our fingers under the table, squeezing her hand lightly.

Her grip tightened for a moment before she slowly, hesitantly, intertwined hers with mine.

A silent conversation.

Before the moment could stretch longer, one of the elders cleared their throat. "Alright, enough teasing. Finish your food and be at the venue by seven. It's sangeet night, and we need everything on schedule."

Lavika pulled her hand away quickly, acting like nothing happened, and I had to fight the urge to pull her right into my lap again.

Instead, I smirked.

Tonight's going to be fun.

✮⋆˙

But before the grand celebration, there was something equally important.

Rehearsals.

Every performance had to be perfect, which meant spending the afternoon practicing.

So, after resting for a while, I changed into something comfortable—black joggers and a fitted T-shirt, nothing fancy, just practical for dancing.

When I walked into the hall where the rehearsals were scheduled, I expected to see a room full of people.

Instead, I saw only her.

Meri Jaan

Standing in the middle of the hall, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of my arrival.

And damn.

She was wearing a white cropped tank top, fitted just enough to tease, exposing that soft curve of her waist.
Paired with high-waisted, flowy palazzo pants with delicate embroidery at the hem, she looked effortlessly stunning.

A mix of casual and breathtaking.

The moment she shifted, raising her arms to fix her ponytail, her toned stomach flexed slightly, and I swear—breathing became optional.

This woman will be the death of me.

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, taking my time to admire the sight in front of me. "You know, if this is your practice outfit, I might just forget the dance steps altogether."

She jumped slightly at my voice, turning to me with wide eyes before narrowing them. "Ishaan! Don't scare me like that!"

I smirked, stepping closer. "Not my fault you were too busy looking like an absolute dream to notice me."

A blush crept up her cheeks, but she rolled her eyes. "Flattery won't save you if you mess up the steps."

I chuckled, reaching her in a few strides. "I don't need saving, jaan. You, on the other hand—" I leaned in slightly, eyes flickering to the exposed skin near her waist, "—might need to be careful. Wearing something like this around me is dangerous."

She sucked in a breath but quickly masked it with a scoff. "I didn't wear this for you, Mr. Bride's Side."

I grinned. "No? Then who's the lucky one?"

She lifted her chin, smirking. "My comfort. Unlike you, I actually take rehearsals seriously."

I laughed, shaking my head.

God, I love this woman.

Before I could say anything else, the door burst open, and the others started flooding in, chattering about formations and song choices.

I looked at her one last time before stepping back.

Rehearsals had officially begun.

But my real focus?

Her.

✮⋆˙

The rehearsals kicked off with everyone finally in place, the choreographers barking instructions as we went through formations and steps.

The groomsmen and bridesmaids had separate performances, but Lavika and I were paired together for a duet.

Not that I was complaining.

Dancing with her meant having my hands on her, twirling her, pulling her close, feeling the way she moved with me.

Every touch, every step—it was intoxicating.

She, of course, took it seriously. Too seriously.

"Again" she muttered after we finished a run-through.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Jaan, it was fine."

She glared. "Fine isn't enough. This is a sangeet performance, not a casual college function."

I smirked. "If you wanted more practice just to spend extra time in my arms, you could've said so."

She smacked my arm, making me chuckle. "Shut up and focus."

The next hour passed in a blur of music, spins, dips, and teasing touches.

Every time I pulled her close for the slow beats, I could feel her breath hitch, her fingers gripping my shoulder just a little tighter.

And every time I let go, she looked almost reluctant.

By the time we finished, everyone was exhausted but satisfied.

The choreographers clapped their hands, signaling a break.

Then Ivaan, ever the lazy one, groaned dramatically. "Guys, it's already 4:30. Girls, you better start getting ready now. You need time for your makeup, hair, drama, outfit changes—"

Lavika threw a towel at him. "We are efficient, Ivaan. Unlike you, who takes an hour just to decide on a shirt."

He shrugged. "And yet, we can start getting ready at 6:55 and still be on time."

Shanaya rolled her eyes. "Ugh, men."

Lavika turned to me, stretching slightly. "You should go rest too. Need you in one piece for the main event."

I leaned in, lowering my voice. "Careful, jaan. Saying things like that makes me think you actually care about me."

She huffed, pushing me away lightly before walking off with the girls.

I watched her go, smirking to myself.

The night hadn't even started yet, and I already knew—this sangeet was going to be unforgettable.

✮⋆˙

"Girls, move faster! We have exactly one hour left!" Shanaya clapped her hands dramatically, acting like she was running a full-fledged army.

I rolled my eyes but laughed as I tightened the knot of my robe, sitting comfortably in front of the mirror while my hairstylist worked on the final curls of my hair.

Adya was next to me, applying her mascara with precision, while Shanaya was pacing around the room in her lehenga, giving out last-minute instructions to the makeup artists.

"This is what happens when you take power naps before getting ready" I teased, sipping on my iced coffee.

Adya snorted. "To be fair, we did need that nap after rehearsals. Our poor feet."

I groaned in agreement. "Don't remind me. Ishaan almost dropped me while attempting that lift."

Shanaya gasped dramatically. "And you still agreed to marry that man?"

I threw a makeup sponge at her. "He's your best friend, you idiot!"

She cackled, dodging it just in time. "True, but he's your problem now."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips.

Ishaan.

Just thinking about him made my heart flutter.

And knowing that tonight, he'd be watching me in this stunning outfit... it made me nervous in the best way possible.

✮⋆˙

I stood up and carefully stepped into the deep wine-colored lehenga, its silver embroidery shimmering under the lights.

The blouse hugged me perfectly, the delicate straps resting on my shoulders, showing off just enough to make a statement.

As soon as I adjusted the dupatta, Shanaya let out a loud gasp.

"OH. MY. GOD."

Adya turned, and her jaw dropped. "Lavika, you look—"

"Like Ishaan is going to forget how to breathe" Shanaya finished, wiggling her eyebrows.

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy under their stares. "Stop it, guys..."

But they weren't wrong.

I looked good.

Golden eyeshadow, soft blush, glossy nude lips, and cascading waves—all coming together effortlessly.

"You're going to make your fiancé suffer tonight" Adya smirked. "He's not going to survive this."

I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought.

Before I could respond, Shanaya's phone buzzed.

She read the message and groaned.

"Ugh. The boys are already ready" she said, rolling her eyes. "And Ivaan being Ivaan just texted—ready nahi hue? Lol i knew it"

I burst out laughing. "That man never changes."

"Men have it so easy" Adya huffed, adjusting her earrings. "Meanwhile, we have to plan our looks weeks in advance."

"And we still run late" Shanaya pointed out.

I grinned, adjusting my bangles. "Well, perfection takes time."

Adya smirked. "And my betu is about to learn that the hard way tonight."

I laughed, feeling excitement bubble in my chest.

Let's see how my fiancé handles this.

✮⋆˙

I was used to seeing Lavika look beautiful.

But tonight?

Tonight, she looked unreal.

The second she stepped into the venue, dressed in that deep wine-colored lehenga, every single thought in my head evaporated.

God help me.

The silver embroidery shimmered under the lights, her waist teasingly visible as she moved.

Her hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her face perfectly.

And those eyes—those eyes that had held me captive from day one—were lined with kohl, making them even more hypnotic.

I was done for.

A low whistle came from beside me.

"Bhaiiiiii" Ivaan muttered, nudging my shoulder. "You sure you don't need a chair? Because you look like you're about to pass out."

I exhaled sharply, gripping my drink tighter. "I'm fine."

Lies.

I wasn't fine.

Not when every single man in the room was staring at my fiancée.

Lavika, completely unaware of the chaos she was causing, walked up to us with a soft smile, her eyes locking onto mine.

"You look..." I paused, shaking my head. "There's no word good enough for how you look tonight."

Her cheeks turned that gorgeous shade of pink, and she bit her lip. "Look who's talking, Mr. Almost mine"

Before I could pull her closer, a voice interrupted—

"You look stunning, Lavika."

I turned sharply, and my jaw clenched.

Abhishek!

That idiot from the bride's side who had been hovering around Lavika for the past two days.

"Thanks, Abhishek" Lavika replied politely, completely oblivious to the way I was glaring at him.

Ivaan leaned toward me, whispering, "Bhai, aapki hone wali biwi pe koi aur line maar raha hai. Kuch karo."

Oh, I was about to.

Sliding my arm around Lavika's waist, I pulled her flush against me.

"She does look stunning, doesn't she?" I said, my voice laced with possession. "Not that she needs anyone else to tell her that."

Lavika stiffened slightly, looking up at me with a warning glance.

Abhishek chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "Relax, Ishaan. Just a compliment."

I forced a tight smile. "Great. Now, if you'll excuse us—my fiancée and I have a dance to prepare for."

Before he could say another word, I led Lavika straight to the dance floor, my grip on her waist firm.

She sighed. "Ishaan, you're being—"

"Rightfully jealous" I muttered. "You have no idea how insanely you look tonight."

Her lips twitched. "And you have no idea how hot you look when you're possessive."

I smirked. "Good. Because you're about to see just how possessive I can be."

✮⋆˙

The music started, and we took our positions.

The performance began with me and the guys dancing to "Maan Meri Jaan"—a fun, energetic entry.

But the moment Lavika joined, everything else faded.

As the music transitioned to "Raabta"

I pulled her close, our movements slow, intimate—just us in our own world.

"Kehte hain khuda ne is jahan mein
Sabhi ke liye kisi na kisi ko hai banaya
Har kisi ke liye..."

I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, letting my fingers linger against her skin.

"Tera milna hai uss rab ka ishaara
Maanu ya maanun na..."

Her breath hitched as I twirled her effortlessly, our eyes locked.

No Abhishek. No crowd. No one else existed.

Just us.

As the song ended, I leaned in, whispering against her ear, "Next time, jaan, if anyone dares to compliment you like that—tell them you belong to me."

She shivered, her fingers gripping my arm.

"Possessive much?" she teased breathlessly.

I smirked. "Only when it comes to you."

Before she could respond, the host's voice boomed through the mic, announcing the next performance.

The spell between us broke, but the warmth of her touch lingered.

Lavika pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "If you get this jealous over one compliment, what will you do at our wedding when hundreds of people call me beautiful?"

I tightened my grip around her waist, leaning down so only she could hear me. "Simple, jaan. I'll make sure they all know you're mine—again and again."

Her breath caught, and for a second, she just stared at me.

Then, rolling her eyes, she tried to step away, but I wasn't letting her go just yet.

Not when Abhishek was still watching.

Not when every damn guy in the room still had their eyes on her.

I laced our fingers together, bringing her knuckles to my lips. "Stay with me for a bit?"

She sighed, but the way her grip tightened around mine gave her away. "Fine. But only because you're being extra dramatic today."

I smirked. "Dramatic? Jaan, you haven't seen anything yet."

Just as I was about to say something else, Ivaan appeared with drinks in hand. "Guys, stop eye-sexing each other for two seconds and come take a break."

Lavika laughed, pulling her hand away—much to my dismay—and took the glass from Ivaan.

I took a sip of my own, watching her closely.

The way she talked animatedly, how her eyes sparkled under the golden lights, the way she laughed at some joke Meher cracked—everything about her was captivating.

And yet, I wasn't the only one mesmerized.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Abhishek still watching her.

My jaw ticked.

I set my glass down and, without thinking twice, pulled Lavika back to me, wrapping an arm firmly around her waist.

She blinked up at me. "Ishaan?"

I leaned down, brushing my lips just below her ear. "Dance with me again."

Her lips parted slightly, her breath fanning against my skin. "Again? We already performed."

"Doesn't matter" I murmured. "I just want you close."

She exhaled softly but didn't argue.

Without another word, I led her to the dance floor as a slow song played.

Holding her against me, I swayed us gently, letting my fingers trace lazy patterns on her bare waist.

"Better?" she whispered, resting her head against my chest.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Much better."

And as we moved together, lost in our own world once again, I knew one thing for certain—

She was mine.

Now, tomorrow, always.

✮⋆˙

The Sangeet night had gone on till 2 AM, though most of the elders had left around midnight.

The younger lot—Lavika, Shanaya, and my cousins included—had stayed behind, dancing like maniacs to the most random songs.

By the time I crashed into bed, my legs were aching, but the excitement bubbling in my chest kept me awake.

Because today wasn't just any day.

It was Adya's wedding day.

My sister.
My first friend.
My childhood partner-in-crime.
My biggest protector.

By tonight, she wouldn't be Adya Agnihotri anymore.

She would be Adya Mehra.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.

It was hard to accept.

Somewhere between stealing chocolates from the fridge at midnight and her bossing me around as if she was my mother, time had slipped away.

And now, she was getting married.

I found her sitting on the edge of her bed, still in her nightwear, staring at her wedding lehenga spread before her.

The deep maroon color shimmered under the morning light, embroidered with intricate golden work.

I knocked on the doorframe. "Nervous?"

She looked up, her lips tilting into a small smile. "You could say that."

I stepped inside, plopping down beside her. "It's not too late to run, you know."

She laughed, nudging me. "Idiot."

There was silence for a few seconds before she whispered, "Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha, Ishu... main itni emotional kyun ho rahi hoon?"

I exhaled, leaning back on my palms. "Because it's a big change. One minute you're scolding me for not eating on time, and the next minute, you're someone's wife."

She swallowed hard. "Agar Maa aur Baba yahan hote..."

A lump formed in my throat. "Haan" I murmured, staring ahead. "They would've been so happy."

She nodded, blinking back tears. "Maa sab kuch check kar rahi hoti, poori shaadi ekdum perfect hone chahiye. Aur Baba... woh bas chup-chap khush hote, magar unki aankhon se dikh jaata."

I let out a soft chuckle. "Aur jab bidaai hoti na, toh Maa zaroor rone lagti."

Adya smiled. "Aur Baba samjhate ki humesha khush rehna hai."

I nudged her. "Tujhe bhi samajhna padega. It's your wedding day, Adya. No crying, only smiles, okay?"

She gave me a tight smile before taking a deep breath. "Chal. Dulhan bannay ka time aa gaya."

I stood up, stretching. "Haan, warna Jiju tujhe lene aa jayega yahan tak."

She smirked. "Tab toh tu unko daantne lagega."

I gave her a mock-serious look. "Woh toh zaroori hai. Behen ke pati ko daraana toh ek bhai ka haq hai."

She shook her head, laughing before getting up to start getting ready.

✮⋆˙

After that emotional conversation with Adya, I left her room, exhaling deeply.

My heart felt heavy, but there was also an odd sense of warmth—she was stepping into a new phase of life.

I was happy for her.

But then, a sudden unease settled in my chest.

I hadn't seen Lavika since last night. I mean- few hours.

Frowning, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

No ring. Nothing.

A weird sense of dread crawled up my spine.

Was she okay? Did something happen?

Shaking off the unnecessary panic, I made my way to Shanaya's room, hoping she'd be there.

And the moment I opened the door, my heart found its missing rhythm.

There she was.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with Meher, Riva, and Shanaya, all huddled in a circle, lost in their conversation.

They looked like they were plotting something, their voices a mix of laughter and hushed whispers.

I knocked on the doorframe, smirking. "Busy scheming?"

Lavika looked up at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Depends. Are you scared?"

I took a step inside, my gaze locked on hers. "Should I be?"

Shanaya snorted. "Always."

Lavika giggled, but I caught the way she quickly looked away, like she was trying to suppress a smile.

"You know" I said, strolling closer, "it's kind of unfair. All of you together in one room, while I was out there searching for my wife."

Meher raised a brow. "Your wife?"

I shrugged, tilting my head toward Lavika. "Any objections?"

Riva smirked. "We're still deciding if we should give you that privilege."

Lavika playfully gasped. "Betrayal!"

I placed a hand on my chest. "I feel personally attacked." Then, turning to Lavika, I dropped my voice a little. "But you wouldn't betray me, would you, jaan?"

Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink. "I—"

"Hmm?" I took another step forward, now standing right in front of her.

She rolled her eyes, but I didn't miss the way she clutched the hem of her dupatta.

"You didn't answer my calls" I murmured.

Her lips parted. "My phone's on silent."

I leaned down slightly, my face inches from hers. "You know what happens when you don't answer my calls?"

Shanaya groaned. "Oh god, we don't want to know."

Ignoring her, I smirked. "I get worried."

Lavika blinked up at me, the teasing light in her eyes softening into something deeper. "I'm fine, Ishaan."

"Good." I straightened up. "Because I was ready to crash the entire wedding to find you."

Meher laughed. "That would've been dramatic."

"Dramatic?" I looked at Lavika again. "If she ever disappears on me, you'll see what real drama looks like."

She bit her lip, trying to hide a smile. "Noted."

I held out my hand. "Come with me."

Her brows furrowed. "Where?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

She hesitated for a second before slipping her hand into mine, her touch warm and familiar.

"JIJUUUUUU!! you're stealing our eklauti Dost" Riva called out.

"She's already mine" I shot back before pulling Lavika out of the room, her laughter ringing through the hallway.

✮⋆˙

As soon as we stepped out of the room, Lavika tugged on my hand, making me stop.

"Kahan le ja rahe ho?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.

I turned to her, my fingers still wrapped around hers. "Somewhere private."

She raised a brow. "Why do I feel like I should be scared?"

I smirked, leaning closer. "Because you should be."

She rolled her eyes but followed me as I led her toward the balcony at the end of the hallway.

Once we were alone, I turned to face her, resting my hands on the railing. "So... what were you all plotting in there?"

She folded her arms, tilting her head. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I sighed dramatically. "Mujhse secrets rakhne lagi ho?"

She grinned. "Shaadi ke ghar mein har kisi ko lootne ka haq hota hai, Mr. CEO."

I narrowed my eyes. "Ah, so this is about the juta chori?"

She shrugged innocently. "Adya ki behno ka farz banta hai."

I raised a brow. "Par Adya ki koi behen toh hai nahi?"

She smirked. "Haan, isiliye maine apni doston ko bola hai ki woh unki taraf se yeh rasam karein. Ab ladkiyon ki side aur strong ho gayi hai."

I let out a low chuckle. "Matlab meri hone waali biwi mujhse dushmani le rahi hai?"

She gasped dramatically. "Haww! Main toh bas Adya bhabhi ki help kar rahi hoon."

I stepped forward, trapping her between me and the railing. "Aur meri hone waali biwi ka farz?"

She sucked in a breath, her confidence flickering for a second before she lifted her chin defiantly. "Mera farz hai ki main apni team ka saath doon."

I hummed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Bas yaad rakhna—jo bhi paisa milega, 20% mera bhi hoga."

She gasped. "Aap apne hi jiju ko lootne mein madad kar rahe ho?"

I smirked. "Main sirf apna share secure kar raha hoon."

She burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Unbelievable."

I watched her, my heart doing that stupid little flip it always did around her. "You look beautiful when you laugh."

Her smile faltered for a second, her gaze searching mine. "Ishaan..."

I reached for her hand again, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Aaj Adya ki shaadi hai. Kal kisi aur ki hogi."

Her breath hitched. "Kisi aur ki?"

I brought her hand up to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against her fingers. "Meri."

She stilled, her eyes wide.

I chuckled at her stunned expression. "Don't look so shocked, jaan. Tumhe laga main kabhi baat nahi karunga?"

She blinked rapidly before shaking her head. "Tum... tum kabhi seedha kuch bol nahi sakte na?"

"Main seedha hi toh bol raha hoon." I tugged her closer. "You know where this is going. We both do."

She opened her mouth, probably to say something sassy, but a voice interrupted us.

"Lavikaaa!"

It was Shanaya.

Lavika immediately pulled away, her cheeks flushed. "Mujhe jaana chahiye."

I sighed, stepping back. "For now."

She bit her lip before turning away, but not before whispering, "We'll see about that."

I watched her leave, shaking my head with a smile.

But I'd gladly let her be.

✮⋆˙

After Lavika left, I ran a hand through my hair, still feeling the warmth of her presence.

But I had things to do.

Pulling out my phone, I called Ivaan.

"Market chalna hai" I said the moment he picked up.

"Abhi?" He sounded half-amused, half-suspicious. "Tu Adya ki shaadi mein itna free kaise hai?"

"Kaam important hai" I replied, already heading toward the car. "Aa raha hai ya nahi?"

Fifteen minutes later, we were walking through a bustling jewelry store, the soft chime of anklets filling the air.

My eyes scanned the display until I found what I was looking for.

For Lavika, I picked a delicate silver anklet, but it wasn't just any anklet; it had tiny charms attached to it. A coffee cup, because that's how our 온라인카지노게임 started. A stethoscope, because she was born to heal. And a tiny heart, because, well... mine belonged to her.

I ran my fingers over the charms, already picturing her wearing it, the sound reminding me of her presence even when she wasn't around.

For Adya, I chose something classic—a beautiful pair of silver payals with soft jingling bells. Simple yet elegant, just like her. Something that would make its presence known but never overpower.

Ivaan, who had been watching me with an all-knowing smirk, finally spoke. "Bhai, tu full filmy ho raha hai."

I chuckled, handing the shopkeeper my card. "Bas yaad rakhna—yeh sirf shuruat hai."

✮⋆˙

As soon as we stepped out of the jewelry store, Ivaan stretched lazily. "Bhai, tu seriously pyar mein doob chuka hai."

I rolled my eyes, pocketing the small velvet boxes. "Aur tujhe abhi samajh aaya?"

He let out a dramatic sigh. "Mujhe doubt tabhi ho gaya tha jab tu bina wajah Lavika ko ghurne lagta tha. Par ab toh tu poora simp ban gaya hai."

I shook my head, pushing him toward the car. "Chal, warna shaadi se pehle hi meri murder ho jayega agar late ho gaye."

By the time we reached the haveli, the entire place was buzzing with preparations.

Bright floral decorations hung from every corner, laughter and music echoed through the hallways, and the scent of fresh roses and sandalwood lingered in the air.

As soon as I stepped inside, one of my aunts spotted me and immediately started scolding. "Ishaan beta, tum kahaan reh gaye the? Tumhe toh tayaar hona chahiye ab tak!"

"Ivaan ko dhoondhne gaya tha" I lied smoothly, earning an offended scoff from him.

"Waise sach yeh hai ki—" Ivaan began, but I clamped a hand over his mouth and grinned at my aunt. "Bas five minutes, phir ready."

Before she could say anything else, I grabbed my fit and practically ran to my room.

✮⋆˙

Standing in front of the mirror, I adjusted the embroidered collar of my deep navy sherwani, the golden detailing catching the light just right.

My fingers absentmindedly brushed against my wrist, where I had already worn the watch Adya had gifted me on my last birthday.

It had become a habit—wearing something connected to her.

I smirked at my reflection.

Kya socha tha life ke baare mein, aur kya mil gaya...

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Bhai, ready ho?" Ivaan's voice came from the other side.

"Bas ho raha hoon" I called back, running a hand through my hair one last time before stepping out.

Just as I opened the door, Ivaan whistled. "Bhai, ladkiyan toh waise bhi flat hoti thi tujhpe, aaj toh aur mar jaayengi."

I chuckled. "Mujhe sirf ek ke reaction ka intezaar hai."

Ivaan smirked knowingly. "Toh chalo, dekhte hain Lavika tumhe dekhkar react kaise karti hai."

I straightened my sleeves, grinning. "Main bhi yehi dekhna chahta hoon."

✮⋆˙

As I stepped into the grand hall, my eyes immediately searched for her.

And then, I saw her.

Lavika stood near the floral backdrop, her golden lehenga shimmering under the chandelier lights, making her look almost unreal.

The delicate embroidery, the way the fabric hugged her perfectly before flowing down like a dream, the way her bangles jingled as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear—everything about her held me captive.

I didn't even realize I was walking toward her until I was right in front of her.

She turned, her gaze meeting mine, and for a second, the world around us faded.

I smirked. "Bas ek baar bata do, jaan, main zinda hoon ya koi sapna dekh raha hoon?"

She rolled her eyes, but the slight pink tint on her cheeks betrayed her. "Ishaan, stop being dramatic."

Instead of responding.

I did something completely unexpected—I took her hand and spun her around.

She gasped as I twirled her effortlessly, the golden fabric fanning out around her like a halo, her laughter ringing in my ears like my favorite melody.

And before she could process it, I started humming, my voice barely above a whisper—

"Tumhare the, tumhare hi rahenge hum..."

Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening slightly in mine as she stared up at me.

I could see it in her eyes—the flustered surprise, the unspoken emotions, the way her heartbeat picked up just like mine.

I leaned in slightly, my voice turning softer, more intimate—

"Meri jaan mujhse maang lo, main mar bhi jaaun toh kya..."

She blinked rapidly, shaking her head as if trying to fight back a smile. "Ishaan, log dekh rahe hain."

I smirked. "Dekhne do. Mujhe sirf tumhari parwaah hai."

Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but just then, Shanaya's voice broke through the moment.

"Oi lovebirds! Pura function dekh raha hai tum dono ko."

Lavika immediately stepped back, looking anywhere but at me, her hands fidgeting with her dupatta.

I chuckled, leaning close just enough to whisper, "Tum jitna bhaago, jaan, utna main paas aunga."

Her gaze flickered to mine, challenging yet flustered, before she turned away, walking off to join Shanaya.

I watched her leave, my smirk softening into a real smile.

Damn.

This woman had me wrapped around her little finger, and she didn't even realize it.

✮⋆˙

The moment between us might have been cut short, but the warmth of her presence lingered.

As the night moved forward, so did the wedding rituals.

The grand hall buzzed with the sound of dhols and laughter, relatives running around making sure everything was perfect.

Adya sat at the mandap, her face glowing under the soft light of the havan.

Her soon-to-be husband sat beside her, nervous yet eager.

I stood nearby, watching everything unfold, when the pandit's voice rang out—

"Beti ke mata-pita ko bulaiye, kanyadaan ke liye."

A strange silence followed.

My hands clenched at my sides.

Adya and I shared a glance.

She knew.

Everyone knew.

Before anyone could say a word, I stepped forward. My voice was firm. "Main karunga Adya ka kanyadaan."

Gasps rippled through the gathering.

Murmurs followed.

But I didn't care.

I turned to face Adya, my heart heavy yet full of love. "Aaj tak maine sirf bhai hone ka farz  nibhaya, maa aur papa ka farq aapne nibhaya hai. Par aaj, yeh farz bhi mera hai."

Adya's eyes brimmed with tears. She didn't need to say anything.

The way she held my hand tightly before placing it over her groom's was enough.

The ritual proceeded, and as I placed her hand in his, a lump formed in my throat.

I had protected her all my life.

And now, I was entrusting her happiness to someone else.

As the kanyadaan ended, Lavika came to stand beside me. Quiet, yet present.

"Ishaan..." Her voice was soft, hesitant.

I turned to her, my emotions raw. "Haan?"

She smiled, eyes glistening. "Adya bohot lucky hai ki uske bhai tum ho."

I swallowed hard, exhaling deeply. "Aur agar tumse kahun... ki tum bhi bohot lucky ho?"

She blinked, caught off guard. "Kya?"

I smirked. "Tumhari shaadi wale din bhi toh yahi sab karna hai."

Her eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

I shrugged. "Bas keh raha hoon... main bhi tumhara kanyadaan karne wala insaan banna nahi chahta."

Her cheeks flushed deep pink, and before she could react, I walked away, biting back a smile.

✮⋆˙

The pheras began, and Adya and her groom circled the sacred fire, taking vows of a lifetime.

I stood by, hands in my pockets, my gaze flickering toward Lavika more than once.

She was watching the fire, lost in thought.

Her fingers toyed with the edge of her dupatta, a small habit I had noticed whenever she was nervous.

I leaned down slightly, whispering, "Shaadi dekh ke nervous ho rahi ho?"

She inhaled sharply, startled. "K-kya?"

I grinned, voice teasing. "Tumhari bhi toh aayegi baari, jaan."

She shot me a glare, but her cheeks betrayed her. "Tum chup reh sakte ho?"

I laughed softly. "Bilkul nahi."

Before she could retort, the final ritual began—the sindoor daan.

Adya's groom carefully filled her hairline with vermillion, sealing their bond forever.

A strange warmth spread in my chest.

Happiness, pride, and... something else.

Something that made me glance at Lavika again.

Maybe someday...

✮⋆˙

Just as the wedding rituals concluded, the atmosphere shifted from solemn to mischievous.

Laughter rippled through the crowd as Adya's friends and cousins huddled together, their hushed whispers giving away their plan.

And then—chaos.

"Jiju, aapki jootiyan gayab ho chuki hain!" Shanaya announced dramatically, holding up her hands like a victorious thief.

Adya's husband blinked in confusion before realization hit him. "Wait—what?" He looked down, his eyes widening when he found his feet bare.

I smirked, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.

Lavika stood beside Shanaya, arms folded, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Agar apni jooti wapas chahiye" Riva teased, stepping forward, "to nek dena padega, Jiju."

Adya's husband groaned, already knowing he was trapped. "Kitnaa?"

Shanaya grinned. "Ek lakh toh banta hai!"

"Aik lakh?!" He choked. "Itne mein toh naye jootay aa jayenge!"

Meher shrugged. "Sahi hai. Par phir soch lena, bina jooton ke bidaai karni hai?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Adya, hiding her smile behind her dupatta, nudged her husband. "Better pay up, warna ye ladkiyan nahi chhodengi."

"Hold on a second!"

Everyone turned as Aditya dramatically stepped forward, throwing his hands in the air. "Why are my sisters stealing shoes from Adya's side?!"

Shanaya smirked, flipping her hair. "Why do you care? We only care about the money."

The girls burst into giggles, while Aditya looked personally betrayed. "Unbelievable! I thought bond was thicker than cash!"

I chuckled, stepping beside him, shaking my head. "Jiju, since your wife has no female cousins to perform this tradition, my dear fiancée and her gang thought of robbing you in this way."

Lavika shot me a playful glare, nudging my arm. "Excuse me, my girls are not robbing! We are merely following tradition."

Aditya scoffed. "A tradition that benefits your pockets!"

He sighed, finally pulling out his wallet. "Theek hai, 50,000 final."

Riva gasped. "Itna kam? Jiju, aapko aapki nayi family se bargain karna nahi aata."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I leaned toward Lavika. "Tum log chhoti moti gangsters ho, pata hai?"

She turned to me, smirking. "Aur humari gang kabhi haar nahi maanti, Mr. CEO."

Something about the playful glint in her eyes made my chest tighten.

I tilted my head, lowering my voice. "Dekhte hain... jab tumhari shaadi hogi tab main kitna nek maangta hoon."

Her eyes widened slightly, caught off guard, and before she could retort, Adya's husband finally gave in, handing over the cash.

The girls erupted in cheers, Lavika and Shanaya high-fiving each other.

And as the wedding celebrations continued, I realized something—

No matter what, my eyes always found her.

Maybe someday... it would be her.

✮⋆˙

Even though the wedding rituals had officially ended, the celebrations were far from over.

No one was in a hurry to leave, not when the palace still buzzed with life, laughter, and a lingering sense of festivity.

After the emotional bidaai, Adya and her husband were escorted to their suite, while the rest of us finally had the chance to breathe.

The grand wedding hall had been cleared out, but the palace gardens were now the new hub of activity.

Twinkling lights hung from the trees, a cozy bonfire flickered in the center, and the aroma of late-night snacks filled the air.

I found myself standing by the terrace, looking out at the vast stretch of the Udaipur skyline.

The lake below shimmered under the moonlight, an eerie calm settling over the city now that the wedding rush had passed.

"Alone already?"

I didn't have to turn to recognize the voice.

Lavika.

She stepped beside me, a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.

I raised a brow at the sight. "Raat ke is waqt?"

She smirked, offering me the cup. "Safe word, yaad hai?"

I huffed a quiet laugh, taking the coffee from her.

The warmth seeped into my fingers instantly.

For a moment, we stood in silence, sipping on coffee, watching the night stretch endlessly before us.

The palace behind us still buzzed with activity—some people playing antakshari, others indulging in late-night snacks and gossip.

But here, on the terrace, it was just us.

She sighed, leaning against the railing. "Itni shaadiyan dekhi hain... lekin har baar ek ajeeb si feeling hoti hai."

"Kaisi?" I asked, glancing at her.

She thought for a second. "Jaise... kuch khatam ho raha hai, aur kuch naya shuru."

I tilted my head, studying her expression. "Tum bhi shaadi ke baare mein soch rahi ho?"

She choked on her coffee. "Kya?"

I smirked. "Bas puch raha hoon. Tumhari bhi toh ek din hogi."

She shot me a glare. "Tumhe bas har baat ko tease karna aata hai, hai na?"

I chuckled. "Aur tumhe har baat pe react karna."

She huffed, turning away, but I caught the slight pink tinge on her cheeks.

Before I could push further, Shanaya appeared, looking excited. "Tum dono idhar kya kar rahe ho? Sab neeche truth or dare khel rahe hain! Chalo!"

I raised a brow. "Truth or dare? Yeh sab abhi bhi chalu hai?"

Shanaya grinned. "Destination wedding hai, CEO saab. Yahan shaadi ke baad bhi masti chalti hai."

Lavika rolled her eyes but smiled. "Chalo?" she asked, looking at me.

I shook my head, amused. "Tum jao, main baad mein aata hoon."

But before she could leave, I added, "Lekin agar koi tumhe dare de aur tumhe help chahiye ho... toh yaad rakhna, main expert hoon."

She narrowed her eyes at me but didn't respond.

As she walked away, I found myself smiling against the rim of my coffee cup.

The wedding celebrations might have ended, but something told me—

The real fun was just about to begin.

✮⋆

The night was alive with laughter and flickering bonfire light as I walked down to where the others had gathered in the garden.

The scent of roasted marshmallows and fresh kebabs lingered in the air, mixing with the faint chill of the night.

Meher, Riva, Shanaya, Abhishek, and the rest of the boys were already seated in a circle on the lush grass, their expressions varying from excitement to pure mischief.

A bottle lay at the center, glinting under the dim golden lights strung around the trees.

"Finally decided to join us?" Riva smirked as I settled down between her and Meher.

"Why do I feel like I should regret this already?" I muttered, eyeing the way Shanaya exchanged a knowing glance with Abhishek.

"Because you should" Abhishek replied smoothly, his dark eyes gleaming with trouble. "We aren't playing any boring truth and dare tonight. No basic questions, no safe dares."

I arched a brow. "So basically, we have no choice but to participate in whatever madness you all have planned?"

"Exactly." Shanaya grinned.

The first few rounds were harmless—embarrassing truths, silly dares, harmless teasing.

Riva had to confess her first celebrity crush (Shah Rukh Khan, obviously).

Meher was dared to send a flirty text to a random number.

Abhishek had to do ten push-ups while someone sat on his back (Shanaya, much to her amusement).

But as the night deepened, the dares got darker. Steamier.

The bottle spun again, this time landing on Meher. Abhishek leaned forward, a smirk curling on his lips. "Dare."

Meher rolled her eyes. "Just get it over with."

Abhishek's smirk widened. "Kiss the most attractive person in this circle. No explanations, no excuses."

A tense silence fell over the group.

Meher's eyes flickered to Riva for the briefest moment before she masked it with a scoff. "You all are so predictable."

Still, instead of chickening out, she shifted forward and placed a quick but deliberate kiss on Riva's cheek, earning loud cheers and whistles.

"That was cute" Shanaya teased. "But let's raise the stakes."

The bottle spun again.

My heart lurched when it stopped—right in front of me.

Shanaya beamed. "Lavika, truth or dare?"

I hesitated.

I knew choosing truth wouldn't be any safer than dare with these people.

But a part of me—maybe fueled by the adrenaline of the night—felt reckless.

"Dare" I said firmly.

Shanaya's smirk turned predatory.

She exchanged glances with Abhishek before leaning in. "Find Ishaan and whisper something dirty in his ear. Something that would make him want to drag you away from here."

The air in my lungs stilled.

Riva let out a low whistle, and Meher nudged my side. "Damn. This just got interesting."

I could feel my pulse quicken.

The thought of going up to Ishaan, standing so close to him that I could feel his breath against my skin, saying something that would make his control snap—

No. No way.

"I hate you all" I muttered, pushing myself up.

"We love you too, sweetheart" Shanaya called after me as I made my way back toward the palace, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Ishaan was still on the terrace, his tall frame leaning casually against the railing, coffee cup still in hand.

His gaze flickered toward me as I approached, a smirk already forming.

"Back so soon?"

I swallowed, stopping right in front of him.

"I had a dare" I said smoothly, forcing every ounce of confidence into my tone.

His brow lifted slightly, intrigue flashing in his brown eyes. "Oh?"

I took a slow step forward, erasing the space between us until I was close enough to smell his cologne—dark, intoxicating, laced with something dangerously addictive.

Then, standing on my toes, I leaned in—so close that my lips nearly brushed against the shell of his ear.

"I keep wondering" I whispered, my voice low, sultry, "what it would feel like to have your hands all over me."

A sharp breath escaped him.

His grip on the railing tightened, the muscles in his jaw clenching as if he was physically restraining himself.

I pulled back, just enough to look at his face.

His gaze had darkened, something raw and possessive lurking beneath the surface.

"Go back before I actually make that happen" he murmured, his voice husky with warning.

A shiver ran down my spine, but I smirked, stepping back.

"Goodnight, Ishaan."

As I turned and walked away, I didn't need to look back to know he was watching me the entire time.

As I turned to leave, I barely took two steps before a strong hand grabbed my wrist.

Before I could react, Ishaan pulled me back—fast, hard.

A startled gasp left my lips as I stumbled, only to find myself trapped between him and the cold terrace wall.

The air around us shifted, thick with something dark, something dangerous.

His eyes, now a shade darker, roamed over my face before settling on my lips. "You think you can walk away after saying that?"

I swallowed, my heart hammering. "It was just a dare."

His fingers brushed along my jaw, his touch featherlight yet electrifying. "And this..." He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. "This is my response."

Before I could process it, he lifted me effortlessly, arms firm around my waist.

A shocked squeak escaped me as he carried me inside, moving with quiet, deliberate steps.

"Ishaan" I whispered, my pulse racing. "Where are we—"

"My room." His voice was low, certain. "No more games, Lavika."

The door shut behind us with a soft click.

My back hit the wood, my breath shallow as Ishaan's body caged me in, his heat, his scent, consuming every inch of space between us.

"You knew exactly what you were doing" he murmured, his fingers skimming up my arm, barely touching, yet leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Whispering filth in my ear... walking away like you wouldn't face the consequences."

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "It was just a dare."

His lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then consider this... my turn to play."

Before I could react, his fingers curled under my chin, tilting my head back as his lips ghosted over my jaw, his breath hot against my skin.

"You want to test me, Lavika?" His voice was a dark promise, teasing, taunting.

His hand trailed lower, pressing flat against my stomach, fingers splaying wide as he dragged me closer. "Because I promise you, I don't lose."

I shivered, my hands gripping his shirt, desperate for something to ground me.

He was intoxicating—too close, too much.

"You like pushing me, don't you?" he mused, his lips tracing the curve of my neck, just enough to make my knees threaten to buckle. "But here's the thing, sweetheart..." His teeth scraped against my skin, his fingers tightening on my waist.

"I push back."

A sharp gasp escaped me as he suddenly lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

His mouth was everywhere—tracing, teasing, taking.

"Tell me to stop" he murmured against my collarbone, his voice nothing but raw, burning hunger.

I should.

I didn't.

Instead, I whispered the one thing that broke whatever restraint he had left.

"Don't"

The moment the word left my lips, something in him snapped.

A low growl vibrated in his chest as he pressed me harder against the door, his grip tightening like he was afraid I'd change my mind.

But I wouldn't.

I couldn't.

His lips crashed against mine, rough, demanding, stealing the very breath from my lungs.

I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair, desperate to pull him closer, to feel every inch of him against me.

"You drive me crazy" he muttered against my lips, his voice rough, filled with something dark and unrestrained.

His teeth tugged at my bottom lip before he kissed me again—deeper, hungrier.

My head spun as he carried me toward the bed, never breaking contact, never giving me a second to think.

I didn't want to think.

Not when his hands were roaming my body, mapping every inch like he was memorizing me.

He laid me down, towering over me, his eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

I bit my lip, my breath shallow. "Ishaan..."

His fingers trailed down my arm, his touch featherlight yet commanding. "You wanted me to lose control, didn't you?" He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my throat. "Congratulations, sweetheart." His voice was a sinful whisper. "You got what you wanted."

My stomach flipped as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands gripping my waist possessively.

I gasped when his teeth scraped against my collarbone, his tongue soothing the bite a moment later.

"Ishaan" I whimpered, my fingers tightening in his hair.

His gaze snapped to mine, dark, intense. "Say it again."

I swallowed, my pulse hammering. "Ishaan..."

A satisfied smirk curled on his lips. "That's right. Only my name."

The night blurred into heat and whispered promises, stolen breaths and soft moans.

Every touch, every kiss, every look burned into my skin, branding me his.

Hours later, as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I lay tangled in his arms, my body deliciously sore, my mind hazy with exhaustion.

Ishaan brushed his fingers along my bare back, his touch softer now, his voice low, possessive.

"No more games Lavika" he murmured against my temple. "You're mine."

A shiver ran through me, not from fear—but from the terrifying truth of it.

I turned in his arms, meeting his gaze. "Yours."

The ghost of a smile played on his lips before he pulled me close, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.

The game was over.

And I had lost myself to him completely.

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