Pyaar gaya bhad mein

𝜗ৎpreface𝜗ৎ

"Alessandro aa raha hai India wapas," Shivraj said, his tone carrying that unreadable,calm gravity that usually made his enemies sweat.

Suriya's morning excitement vanished in a single breath. 

He froze,then abruptly threw Shivraj's ironed clothes onto the bed with enough force to wrinkle the silk.

Before he could pull away,Shivraj's arms wrapped around his waist from behind,pulling Suriya back against his chest. 

Shivraj rested his chin on Suriya's shoulder,a subtle smirk playing on his lips. 

"keep calm,jaan.You know having a peaceful morning routine is what's my favourite part of the day,right?

Suriya rolled his eyes hard,though he didn't push Shivraj away. 

He reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a deep emerald tie,the exact match for the formal shirt he had just carelessly tossed. 

"humare ghar mein toh nahi reh rahe?" Suriya asked,his voice dripping with suspicion.

"of course not," Shivraj hummed softly against his neck. 

"But I did invite them over for dinner.Alessandro and I are old friends,Suriya.We have business to discuss."

Suriya didn't want to start a full-blown argument first thing in the morning,so he held his tongue,turned around in Shivraj's hold,and pecked his husband's lips firmly.

"only on the lips?" Shivraj murmured,his eyes darkening with playful mischief as his hands tightened on Suriya's waist.

"aharam karo,do-do bacche ho gaye hain humare!" Suriya huffed,biting the inside of his cheek to repress a soft smile before shoving the tie into Shivraj's hands. 

"ab chaliye,niche sab wait kar rahe hain."

Across town,the Pandey household was operating on its usual level of decibel-shattering chaos.

Akshay was in the kitchen,expertly flipping hot poha in a kadhai with one hand while balancing a boiling pot of masala chai with the other. 

"O ji! Jaake darwaza kholiyen! Koi aaya hai!" Akshay yelled over the hissing steam.

Nivansh,casually strolling out of the bedroom in his crisp barrister trousers,gave a relaxed sigh. 

"aa raha hoon, Akshay." He opened the front door to reveal Vishnu Sharma standing on the porch,looking immaculate despite the early hour.

"hi uncle!" Vishnu chirped cheerfully,marching right past Nivansh into the house as if he owned the mortgage.

Nivansh chuckled,shaking his head at the Sharma boy's sheer audacity,and strolled into the warm,spiced-scented kitchen.

"kya bana rahe hain mere raja?" Nivansh tried flirting,leaning smoothly against the marble counter and shooting his husband a sly wink.

Akshay didn't even look up from his kadhai. 

His Bihari roots remained entirely immune to Nivansh's romance. 

"khana bana raha hoon.Andhe ho kya?"

Nivansh opened his mouth to deliver a witty retort,but before he could,two glass chai cups slipped from Akshay's hand,shattering on the tile floor.

Akshay froze,his eyes widening in sudden realization. 

"Venansh...woh kya uth gaya?!"

Nivansh nonchalantly leaned back on his elbows. 

"usko maine hi bola tha thodi der aur soye-"