𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚏 𝚃𝚞𝚖 || 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚞

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

"You got this Madhu, you got this," she reassured herself, sighing softly trying to calm herself.

After a few attempts to regulate her breathing, she slowly drifted back to sleep peacefully for the first time in a while. Little did she know what was going to crash into her, quite literally within the next few days...

Chennai, India

"Yes Ma I'll be at the wedding venue soon, take a chill pill re!" Rishabh groans, running a hand through his tousled hair.

As Rishabh's car entered through the gates of the venue, he saw a ball of colors flying right at him, through his front window.

"Yes I'm here Ma. Don't send Sul- AHHHHH!!" Rishabh screeched like a banshee, stepping on the brakes while the tires of his car screeched like the driver himself.

"Why you bloody son of - SULTAN!"

"Bhaiiii welcome back home."

Sultan chuckled as Rishabh lowered the car window, glowering at his younger brother. He parked in the parking area as Sultan followed the now rainbow car with a hose. Rishabh got out of the car to assess the damage done to his car and groaned looking at the rainbow vomit mess.

"Here let me help clean that,"

Sultan aimed for the car but accidentally splashed Rishabh's face with it and started laughing hysterically as Rishabh ran towards him.

"Aaj toh tu gaya beta," he yelled after Sultan.

"Sorry Bhai, I'll clean your car, but you need to cool down first-Shit!" Sultan's teasing was put to a halt by Rishabh as he gripped the other end of the hose, dousing his younger brother with the water and they both starting laughing.

"Welcome back Mr. Kadoos," Sultan hugged Rishabh who smiled and they threw the hose away.

"It's good to be back idiot, now where's bridezilla? Did she tell you to do the prank?"

Sultan's face paled and he looked at Rishabh and he understood without Sultan uttering a word.

"Deepali is gonna kill you isn't she?"

Sultan nodded, his face paling as he glanced over Rishabh's shoulder.

"She's behind us, isn't she?"

"You know Bhai....good question. The only answer that I have is - RUN!"

Sultan grabbed Rishabh's hand and dragged his brother, and Rishabh's foot got caught in the hose as Sultan proceeded to run while clutching his poor brother's arm, who was now being scraped against the cement walkway like a piece of chalk.

"Sultan you airhead!" Rishabh yelled as Sultan paid no heed, trying to run from Deepali.

"STOP!"

Deepali appeared before the duo and glared at Sultan then looked at Rishabh, before bursting into laughter.

"C'mon you two, kya halat bana rakha hai? And poor RK bhai yaar, look what you did Sultan."

Deepali helped Rishabh up, and he saw his now torn slacks and lunged for Sultan but Deepali grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and told Sultan to back up.

"Ask your husband to be, him and his prank," Rishabh looked pointedly at Sultan who hid behind Deepali.

"Sultan, Ma told you to welcome him in the venue not...attack him."

Deepali grimaced looking at RK's state, he looked pitiful...torn slacks, his blazer soaked in water and paint, not to mention the back of his slacks were nearly eroded because of Sultan's dragging. She shut her eyes and turned around signaling Sultan to take Rishabh inside.

"Sorry Bhai, I'll take you to the guest room," Sultan held back a chuckle as he navigated RK to the guest room.

"Here's the key to your room and Ma, Papa, Deepali and I will be in her suite, so just come there when you're done, we have to discuss the guest list since people are flying in this Friday for our wedding."

"Haan sounds good, can you bring my luggage from the car? And wash it when you get the chance please," Rishabh said, handing his car keys to Sultan.

"Yes of course, really sorry about the car bhai-"

"Cut the buttering off yaar, just do it," Rishabh smiled and Sultan saluted him laughing.

"Okay I'll head out Bhai."

"Oh and Sultan is she-"

"She'll be here by Thursday morning."

Sultan squeezed his shoulder then walked down the hall, leaving Rishabh to be consumed in his thoughts...thoughts of her....of them.