"Yes, we broke up, but that doesn't mean you will forget who I am to you!"
"I remember my love, I remember that you are mine and only mine."
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"You should leave darling, we are not meant together. At least after what I have done to you."
"I know you...
Three women stepped in the territory of Rathores. In the middle was a woman in her fifties. She was Avaan's bua ji. She had a slim figure covered by a yellow saree. She wore a big necklace around her neck and her hand decorate by ancient bangles. She had a big bindi between her forehead. She looked confident and suspicious. Avaan had told me that she and her husband divorced when their daughter was only two years old. This made her strong and independent. She mostly brought her daughter in the haveli so that she can grow with her brothers.
Her name was Myraa. She stood next to bua ji. She had short wavy hair and Avaan had told me that she was 22 years old and a princess in the Rathore family. All the three brothers had to bow down to her orders.
Then came Tanisha Kataria, a famous model. She was Avaan's friend. She had a perfect body figure and a face which made all the daddys bowing in front of her.
The whole family stood as we welcomed them. I went to bua ji and touched her feet. She hummed and before she could respond, someone jumped on me.
"Ohhhhh you are Kritika bhabhi, it is so nice to meet you. Myself Myraa", she gave a eye-smile to me as she introduced her charming self.
"Hi Myraa."
"Bhaiya, kya sundar patni mili hai aapko", my cheeks went a pink after hearing her statement. (Brother, such a beautiful wife you have got.)
"Dekh le", he smirked as he winked at me and then turned his attention towards Tanisha. She took small steps towards him and then hugged him. (Take a look)
"Avaan, gande tune shaadi pe bhi nahi bulaya. Tu bhool gaya tha kya?" she said as she broke the hug. (Avaan, you are so bad. You did not even call me to your wedding. Did you forgot me?)
"Arre paagal hai kya? Bilkul nahi, tu pehle Kritika se to mil", Avaan and Tanisha turned towards me. (Are you ok? Never! Whatever, first meet Kritika)
"Hi I am Tanisha", she extended her hand.
"Kritika", I shaked hands with her and then I made an excuse and went away from them and in the kitchen. I didn't know but I did not like her presence. Especially you have no right to hug someone's husband. Or maybe you have. What the hell I am thinking! She is his childhood friend and they got separated for almost three to four years. I felt bad for being jealous.
I controlled myself and then started helping the maids in the kitchen. It was like hell to do this in the heavy lehenga maa ji, Arpita Rathore, forced me to wear. According to her I had to wear it to impress bua ji.
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When I went back to the living room, I found bua ji drinking tea and talking to dadi ji while others listened to them. Suddenly, maa ji's eye turned towards me. She said, "After their tea, take them to their rooms." I nodded proceeded to sit next to Avaan.
<<Third Person>>
The music blasted in the club. People dancing, drinking, going loco.
On a couch sat an alluring man with a glass of whiskey in his hands. His hair tousled and his eyes searching for someone.
A lady in a sparkly mini dress approached the man and sat next to him.
"What do you want from me?" the lady asked.
"Distract him"
"And what do I get in return?" her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Avaan Rathore", he smirked as the glass touched his lips.
"Wanna fuck before we part ways."
"A goodbye sex would be good", and with that he claimed her lips and the night went on.
Hello guys! NAMASTE! I hope you loved this chapter. I am sorry for publishing this chapter so late. I was having some problems. Also, what do you think about the lady and the man? Will they be a threat to the Avaan Rathore? Anyways have a good day!❤
