From being arranged to love!!! #An Indian Love Story

24. Sister ya Husband???

As I noticed before, she was looking exceptionally good in blue, her curves were so recognizable. Shit!! I turned my eyes as soon as the thought shocked me. These days, I saw the shy Dhruvika..the innocent, the pretty, the beautiful, the kind, the silent.

But now I saw a different Dhruvika. A sexy, bold girl, having curves at the right proportion at the right places, and it drove me mad. Her was wet, and it wasn't helping me at all.

I looked at her again, and saw the dress was clinging onto her body, her fave having the same old blush, that I missed the last few days. She was indeed the death of me.

Suddenly the sight was blinded by a hand, and it was easy to know who it was. Rithika, of course.

"Stop oggling at my didi... "She demanded with stubbornness. Was it too clear that I was checking her out. But still what, she is my wife.

"I'm oggling at my wife, it is not just your sister" I said equally playful and stubborn. Seeing our quarrel, Dhruvika came to us, clutching her dupatta.

"Didi, tell me now itself. Are you my sister or his wife?" She asked, placing her hands firmly on her hips.

Dhruvika, who was clearly confused, glanced between me and Rithika, seeking for an answer.

I prompted her by crossing my hands across my chest, broadening my shoulders. She gulped down, clearly not knowing whose side to take. I knew it was making her tense to choose between us, but I was stubborn like a kid.

Somehow, in my mind I knew she would not easily choose me over her family. My thought was confirmed when she sighed and nodded at Rithika.

''Of course, I'm your sister Rithu. Bacchi hai tum meri." She said and Rithika immediately hugged her and pushed her cheeks near her sister. Dhruvika smiled at her younger sister and softly kissed her cheeks.

I was shocked, not because of the action being played in front of me,but because of my reaction. I was supposed to feel jealous, and angry, and storm out of there.

But instead, my heart was pleased, because while saw with my eyes, the bond between two sisters, my heart saw something else.

It saw another girl instead of Rithika, who had a facecut of mine and Dhruvika's combined, being kissed by her mother. I saw a mother in Dhruvika, the mother my child, my blood.

I had earlier seen her as my wife already, but now I saw her as the mother of my offsprings.

All I could was stare at her, no words could describe what I felt. I just could stare at her... The awesomeness in front of my eyes.

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What should I do? She is my sister since my birth, she was a part of me since our birth and him, he will be a part of me till my death.

I again looked between the two, and both seemed to wait for my answer. She had her hands on her hips, looking stubborn and haughty, while he had his arms across his chest, looking equally stubborn, but more handsome.

Of course, I can't deny it, I am his wife, I want to be. I have already given him the rest of my life.

But.... But.... My sister is more important to me. She is my blood, my life, my best friend. Everyone comes after, even him.

I choose her. She was happy, excited, giving me a bone crashing hug. I couldn't help but kiss the baby cheeks she offered. She ran of jumping all the way...

I glanced at him, and clearly got scared. His face was devoid of any emotions, staring blindly at me. Was he disappointed? Angry? Frustrated?

Dhruvika, you have to patch it up.

"Ji.. I was ju.."

"Dhruvika, what are you doing, this is the first time they are hear after fixing the marriage. Go show them the house." I was cut off by Amma's words.

Yes, of course, this was their first visit after having an alliance. I nodded at mom, and invited the three for a house trip, along with Rithu.

Actually, it was Rithu who spoke the whole time, showing the rooms, describing every nook and corner, boasting about the antiques.

All the while, I kept quiet, and so did he. I walked behind the group, just reminding them of my presence.

Finally, we were in our room, and everyone laughed at the sight of the picture he had pasted on the roof of my room. As usual, I blushed had, while he had his masterpiece smirk.

Soon everyone began leaving the room. I took this as a chance to apologize to him. I tried to call out his name, but due to my tension no words came out. So I did the next sensible thing... I grasped his arm.

Jolted, he looked back, clearly surprised to see me hold onto his arm. As if by reflex, I pulled back my hand, but still the smirk was pasted there.

Blushing, I bend my head, looking at my hand. He stepped closer, and closer and stopped moving when he was right opposite me. I slowly looked at him.

He was wearing deep violet shirt and brown pants, his hands shoved deep in his pocket, shoulders hunched up. A look at his face was not required for me to realise where his eyes where. It was on me.

"You are wearing blue...." He said, and I looked down below at me. Yes of course I was wearing blue. I had gone through almost half of my closet to choose what to wear, but I could find only one that I liked. This blue salwar.

Maybe I can see that I just wore it casually, but deep inside me, I knew that I had worn it for him. To please him, I don't know how, but blue was my new favourite.

If someone had asked what I liked before a few weeks, I would have said lavender, but ask me now and I will say blue.

But still, his comment was making me go weak in my knees. His voice reaching my heart before it reached my mind.

I slowly looked at him again, and I saw the same look on him that I saw when I choose my sister over him.

Was it really disappointment in his eyes? Because looking closer, I can't identify it. I have never seen this look on him.

I raised my hands, wanting to touch his face, to smoothen the curves formed on him forehead. His creases straightened at the instant my fingers was in contact with his forehead. I trailed my fingers along his temples, and he involuntarily closed his eyes. My fingers mapped his eyebrows, gliding along his nose to his cheeks.

His stubbles poked my fingers, tickling me. I moved it to his lips, and his lips parted under my touch. His hot breath fanning over my fingers. His lips dragged down below me as my fingers began to move to his neck.

Suddenly, realisation struck me. What I was doing struck me, and I withdrew my hand quickly. What am I doing? What happened to me? Why did I do that?...

His eyes snapped open as soon as my fingers left his skin. The same old feeling amplified in his eyes. This time there was no mistaking the emotion shown by his eyes. His eyes looked like that of a lion, looking at his prey.

But that was hunger and this...... It was love. No... Not love, there is more to it.... There was also something else that I've read in books..... Lust!!!

My breath hitched on my throat.

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Hey friends, how are you all??

Sorry for the late update, my exam is still not over. I'm having my lab model exams.

And goodnews.... I've made a long chapter, but it is unedited, sorry!!

Anyway... Have a happy life...

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