Aayansh nodded and hopped off to his father. He held Arhaan's arm and tried to drag him out of the room.
Arhaan cracked a smile at his son's excitement and let Aayansh drag him to wherever he wanted to.
Aadhya gave a small smile and then stood up to take a shower.
She stepped inside the washroom, stripped off of her clothes and took a refreshing bath.
She wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out before entering the closet where she picked a hoodie she bought from the men's section and her shorts.
As she didn't have anywhere to go today, she decided to roam around in those clothes.
After she got ready, she stepped out from the room and descended the stairs to go to the kitchen where she found Pallavi cooking something.
"Hey! What are you cooking?"
"Pancakes. Want to have some?"
"Sure."
"Is that bhai's hoodie?" Her brows wriggled suggestively as she flipped the pancakes.
Aadhya looked down and shrugged,"No. I bought this from the men's section."
"Hmm. Do you want to marry my brother?"
"You think so?"
Pallavi pursued her lips but before she could even open her mouth, Arhaan's voice was sounded from the kitchen door.
"But you have to because you don't have a choice."
Both the ladies looked at him as he sauntered his way over to the refrigerator to take out a bottle of water.
"That's what the problem is." Aadhya sighed.
"Remember the time when I helped you out? You said that you will do anything I tell you to. You owe me a favour so you can't deny."
Her eyes widened,"Oh, shit! Guess I made a mistake."
He smirked,"A grave one." and left the kitchen leaving a befuddled Aadhya and a confused Pallavi.
"What's wrong with my brother?" She muttered and resumed her cooking while Aadhya moved around the perimeter to make coffee for herself and Pallavi.
***
"Ma'am, there is a parcel addressed to you." A maid knocked on the room's door and informed a groggy Aadhya.
"Okay." She shut the door and made her way to the bathroom, washed her face and made herself a bit presentable.
"Must be the wedding dress." She murmured and walked down the hallway to Pallavi's room.
She knocked on the door and called out,"Pallavi, the dress is here. You want to check it out with me?"
"Sure." She shouted back and opened the door after a few minutes.
"So, what are you going to wear for my wedding?"
"Not sure. I will just wear something from my closet."
"What? As far as I know, you love to shop. This is a perfect opportunity for you to spend money."
"Yeah, but I am not in the mood."
"Is it because I am not happy?"
Pallavi didn't answer. She didn't need to because Aadhya understood her feelings before she could voice it out.
"See the positive side, Pallavi. I will be with you forever. You will be my sister-in-law again, just like old times. And, to be honest, I missed hearing 'bhabhi' from your mouth. So, stop worrying so much and go empty your brother's wallet. Think of it as a payback to your brother from me, okay?"
"How can you be so positive?"
"Just like how you can be so negative."
"Shut up and let's check out the dress. I am sure it will be pretty."
"I hope." She muttered and sat on the white couch before a table where a big box was resting.
She took a deep breath and opened the box to see every thing she could possibly need for her wedding.
From her jewellery to heels, everything was inside the box.
"I hope you like it." A voice from beside Aadhya startled her and she let out a scream.
"Stop screaming, woman. I swear I am going to go deaf from all your screeching."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Of course yours. I am never at fault."
"Yeah, sure. I am at fault. Everything is my fault because you are never wrong, right?"
"Right."
"Shut up, both of you." Pallavi snapped.
"He started it."
Arhaan rolled his eyes,"So childish.", got up and left from there.
"Did he just—"
"Yes, he did. Now, try on these dresses and tell me if you need any alterations."
"I hope I could just flee from here."
"You know you can't– wait, actually you can. I will book tickets for you and make sure he doesn't find you again."
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT." Arhaan shouted from the first floor.
Both of them looked up to see Arhaan and Aayansh standing there with video game consoles in their hands.
As soon as Pallavi noticed the consoles, she exclaimed,"Oh my God! I never imagined you to play something you hated in your childhood."
"What? He hated video games? You sure he is a human?"
"No." Pallavi replied.
"SHUT UP." He shouted from the upper floor.
"STOP SHOUTING AND COME HERE IF YOU WANT TO ARGUE." Aadhya yelled back.
He glared at her for a few minutes and then turned on his heel with Aayansh following his father.
'Are my parents crazy?' Aayansh thought while trying to keep pace with his father's long strides.
"Papa, wait for me." And just like that, Arhaan's non-existent heart melted like a puddle.
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My Sadistic Husband
العاطفيةAn heir. That is what Arhaan Ahuja and his toxic family ever wanted. Arhaan had been born in a very toxic family and was brought up with old, orthodox beliefs. He was called a 'Heartless Monster' and indeed, he was one. Associated with guns, murde...
Chapter-30
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