In the hills of Himachal, there is a unique custom where a girl has to marry all the brothers in the family. It is because of this custom that Urmi is sacrificed, forced to become the wife of all three brothers of the Singhania family.<br /> <br /> A... In the hills of Himachal, there is a unique custom where a girl has to marry all the brothers in the family. It is because of this custom that Urmi is sacrificed, forced to become the wife of all three brothers of the Singhania family.<br /> <br /> A simple girl's life suddenly changes when she has not one, but three husbands.<br /> Will Urmi be able to accept this strange tradition?<br /> Will the three brothers give her life love and belonging, or will her world be entangled in conflict and mystery?<br /> What outcome will her emotions, divided between three husbands, finally reach?<br /> <br /> This is the story of a woman whose fate has made her a part of not one, but three relationships.
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A very large, magnificent room. Rose petals were scattered on the white velvet bedspread. Dim lights flickered. In the center of this opulent room sat Urmi Sharma, an 18-year-old, delicate, innocent, and extremely beautiful girl. Tonight was her wedding night.
But this night was not with one man, but with three husbands. Her lips trembled, her heart quivered, but her face wore a calm mask. Her heart pounded faster with every passing moment. The thought of having sex with three men was killing her. How could she endure all three at once? She repeatedly recalled her mother-in-law Vasundhara Devi's words – "Urmi, this house is yours now. And serving your husbands is your duty. I need an heir soon."
Urmi was married to the three sons of the Singhania family: Viraj, Kian, and Aarav. One of Mumbai's wealthiest and most mysterious families. The outside world believed this family didn't believe in traditions. But the reality was that they still followed many old customs, such as marrying one girl to three brothers.
Urmi wore a heavy red bridal outfit today. Light makeup on her face, kohl in her eyes, pink lips, and she looked quite beautiful and well-formed. Fear, confusion, and countless other emotions were running through her mind.
Just then, the room door opened. Viraj and Kian entered the room. Both were incredibly handsome, about 6 feet tall. They looked stunning. Both were dressed in simple yet classic clothes: white shirts and black jeans. Kian's hair was slightly longer, making him look even more extremely hot.
Kian smiled and said, "Brother... truly, the fruit of patience is sweet. What a lovely wife we have..."
He sat beside Urmi. There was a sparkle in his eyes, as if he had attained a dream. But Viraj... was completely cold. There was no desire, no excitement visible in his eyes. He just asked one question: "Are you ready...? Aarav will not come today. And until he considers you his wife, both of us are your husbands."
Urmi couldn't say anything. She just sat with her head bowed.
And then her mind drifted into a flashback.
[Flashback begins]
Vasundhara Devi, the mother of the three brothers, was a woman who was 55 years old but looked under 30. If her three sons were so handsome, one could imagine how beautiful their parents must have been. She had two husbands.
The world knew only Brijmohan, but in reality, her second husband was Yograj. Brijmohan and Yograj were both brothers. And why both were married to Vasundhara. Yograj was also extremely handsome. He was 58 but looked like a 40-year-old, with that handsome sugar daddy type. Any girl would just stare.
Because in the eyes of the world, he was still single, so girls would flock to him. But the reality was that he was married, and his wife Vasundhara was his world. And he loved his wife very much. Aarav was their son, and Viraj and Kian were Brijmohan's. All three were incomparable. None could be compared.
One day Yograj said to Viraj, "Your marriage has been fixed, son."
Viraj replied with a cold reaction, "If you have decided, I have no objection." He then left for his office. He was the CEO of Singhania Company. His company was one of India's best companies. They had a great reputation in Mumbai.
Now the story shifts to Urmi.
Urmi was an orphan. Her parents had died in an accident. Her uncle and aunt raised her... but never gave her love. They just made her work and humiliated her. But somehow, she was pursuing her education.
Kamal worked in a low-level position in Urmi's uncle Yograj's company. A man drowning in debt, with no way out. He asked Yograj for a loan... and in return, Yograj said, "Marry your niece to my sons."
Yograj had seen Urmi several times. She was very quiet and quite good in her studies, which made him feel that she would be the perfect daughter-in-law for their home.
Kamal agreed. In exchange for 2 crore rupees, he sold Urmi. Urmi's aunt Sarla immediately started preparing her for the wedding. Urmi couldn't protest even if she wanted to.
She had realized. "If I refuse... my life might be taken."
The wedding was arranged within two days. No one had time to think. The wedding was only in front of the family. Because in the eyes of the world, they would reveal her only as Viraj's wife.
Now let's return to the wedding night.
Urmi's eyes flutter open. Viraj is still standing.
Kian is sitting nearby. Aarav, he hasn't come. Urmi thinks, "Kanha ji, where have you trapped me? What should I say now...?"
To be continued.......
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Now, let's return to the wedding night.
Urmi's eyes flutter open once more. Viraj, standing before her, still looks on with the same calm and cold expression. There are no emotions on his face, no gentleness. It's as if a project is about to begin.
Kian is still sitting nearby… his eyes gleam, there's a smile… but that smile was frightening Urmi.
Aarav… had not come.
Urmi tightly clasped her fingers together. A slight sheen of sweat had appeared on her forehead.
She thought to herself, "Kanha ji… where have you trapped me…? What should I say now? What should I do? I see no way out… What kind of relationship is this where there is no love, only possession…?"
Kian smiles lightly and lifts the veil from her face. "Don't be scared, dear wife… we won't hurt you. But one thing is for sure, you are ours now. And tonight is ours…"
Urmi couldn't say anything. Her voice seemed to get stuck in her throat. Just then, Viraj's stern voice rings out.
"Kian… be patient. First, tell me, Urmi, are you ready? We don't want to force you. If you refuse, we will leave quietly."
Though Viraj's voice was stern, his words had a clear meaning. That they would not do anything without her permission. Urmi's eyes welled up. She lowered her head… and softly said, "Yes, I am ready."
For a few moments, no one spoke. Complete silence descended. Kian's eyes gleamed, and he immediately moved closer to Urmi, taking both her hands in his. Kian was going mad for her; his little one was also bothering him. He had been thinking about when his first night would be, and that day had finally arrived. He had liked her from the first time he saw her. "I love you, wife… I promise I won't be wild at all. I will be gentle…"
He gently kissed Urmi's hands and then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "And yes… I am also a virgin. My mom always said. We will have only one wife, and everything will be shared with her. We three brothers are connected to each other from the heart. And now, we both love you very much… very much. And Aarav will also love you very much."
Another tear fell from Urmi's eyes. She couldn't understand what kind of relationship this was; it was all uncomfortable for her, but still, she smiled. Kian's words were somehow soothing her heart. Kian kissed her forehead… then her lips. And then his hands automatically wrapped around her waist, and he began to kiss her lips passionately. Slowly, he removed her bangles and the veil from her face, tossing them behind her.
Viraj was watching them. There were no particular reactions on his face, but he was also getting a bit intense. He swallows his saliva. Viraj came up behind her and began kissing her neck, a comforting kiss. He began leaving the mark of his lips on her bed.
Viraj, close to her ear, in an intense voice, says, "I just needed your permission. Now that I have it, can we… begin?"
Urmi closed her eyes. And nodded her head slightly in affirmation. With that gesture, Viraj unhooks her blouse from behind. There, kissing her back, he begins leaving love bites on her neck.
And Kian removed her blouse from the front. And slowly, all her buttons opened. Now all three of them were naked. The light went out. Kian was now completely lost in desire. Kissing her lips, he moved to her neck and began caressing her perfect breasts. Slowly, he became even more lost in desire. He enjoyed her breasts. They were perfect in his hands. When he pressed them, a slight sweet pain escaped her. Viraj did not let that pain escape and put his tongue inside her mouth, French kissing her. Both his hands were caressing her hair.
And Kian's hands were now near her lower body, on her waist. His hands left imprints. Now, as he slowly began to finger her, Urmi gasped. She took deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling, which made Viraj's eyes even more intoxicated, and he began to taste them. He was pressing her with one hand and had the other in his mouth. Now Urmi was also getting interested.
She was feeling quite good. As Kian slowly inserted his little baby inside her body, a gasp escaped her. But Kian gently moved over her and, close to her ears, whispered, "It will hurt a little, wifey, after that, you will enjoy it a lot."
Viraj could no longer control himself; goosebumps rose on his skin, and something else too. He gestured to his brother, and about half an hour later, he moved aside. Then Viraj came over her and inserted his little body inside her. And for a long time, they both did this, taking turns.
They were not satisfied. Even after several rounds, U
Urmi's eyes fluttered open to a soft ray of sunlight on her face. Her body was still sore. The sunlight made it shine even brighter. She tried to turn over, but her entire body cried out in pain. "Ah..." an involuntary groan escaped her lips.
She glanced around and saw her two husbands, Viraj and Kian, asleep on top of her. She felt a slight panic and, moving very slowly, pulled herself up. Even getting up was difficult. Her waist ached strangely. She looked towards her saree and blouse. With trembling hands, she put them on and, with faltering steps, fled from there.
A little later, Viraj's eyes opened. The room was empty. Urmi wasn't there. Viraj's face showed no reaction, as if this was all normal for him. No regret, no peace, nothing was visible. He was still shirtless, his powerful physique evident. His attractive biceps hinted at how much time he spent at the gym.
He got up. He looked slowly towards Kian, who was still asleep. Then, without a word, he left. After all, this room belonged to Kian.
As soon as Urmi entered her room, she closed the door and slid down against it, sitting there. Urmi was a wreck from crying. "Kanha ji..." her voice was broken. "What kind of love is this? Isn't marriage a promise to stay together for a lifetime? Here, it's just a transaction of the body; the mind has no value. Why did you send me to this hell? Why?"
She was engulfed in sobs, but her eyes were no longer shedding tears. She had a grievance with her Kanha ji, and her faith was broken. What had she envisioned for her life, and where had she ended up?
She raised her gaze to the room and, for a moment, got lost in it. The room seemed decorated for a princess. Everything was to her liking: pink curtains, books, a music box, fairy lights. But now it all seemed empty and ostentatious. "Was the love in this room for me, or just a show?"
She stumbled towards her washroom. Her eyes were swollen. Her face was pale. Her hair was messy, and so was her makeup. She couldn't even walk properly.
[A little later]
She came out after bathing. She wore a beautiful, simple red saree, which looked lovely. The border had golden thread work. The saree looked quite luxurious and expensive. She wore a heavy mangalsutra around her neck and sindoor on her forehead. Anklets adorned her feet and she wore glass bangles. She looked like a newlywed bride. But behind all this, something felt empty – the happiness missing from her face.
She gazed at herself in the mirror. "Is this me? Or a shadow created by someone else?"
Just then, the door opened softly. "Knock-knock… Mrs. Kian…"
She turned. At the door stood the same smiling face. Kian. A white shirt, a subtle chain around his neck, and a small gift box in his hand. Let's talk about him: a famous superstar from Mumbai. He has worked in many films and series and is quite famous. "Can I come in… wifey..?" Kian asked with a smile.
Urmi said nothing. She just lowered her eyes. Kian walked slowly towards her and sat down on the floor in front of her. Urmi felt a bit uncomfortable and started to move back. "In reel life, I've given gifts to girls many times. But in real life, this is the first time I'm giving something from my heart." He spoke in a very romantic manner.
He placed the gift box in her lap. "Open it… please?"
Urmi gently opened the box. Inside was a beautiful diamond set, which made Urmi's eyes widen. It looked very luxurious and expensive. She wanted to say something but couldn't.
Kian looked at her with immense tenderness. He slowly reached out and took Urmi's fingers. A tear fell from Urmi's eyelids, and Kian very gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"Wifey, did I get too wild yesterday? I really didn't want to be like that. I'm really sorry…" he whispered, "You are my first love… and I promise, the last too…"
He touched her hand with his lips. No rush, just a very slow and soft touch, with pure love. Urmi still said nothing, but her fingers were no longer slipping away from Kian's hand.
Kian very gently leaned towards her face and gave her lips a light, sorry kiss. Yes, yes, just a skin touch. No force, no haste, just a small sensation. "I'm sorry…" he whispered lovingly, "Forgive your husband, wifey…"
Urmi still said nothing. Her eyelids were lowered, and Kian looked at her, a little worried. But then, without a word, he tried to smile and stepped back. "Okay… come down soon for breakfast. And yes… today is your first time cooking, isn't it?" he said, touching her forehead affectionately again as he left.
The door had closed, but Urmi was now gazing at the diamond necklace he had given her, cradling it in her lap. "Kanha ji…" she softly said to herself, "What kind of confusion is this…? What does he think of himself?"
She smiled faintly. "Whatever it is… this necklace looks very expensive… and… it looks so beautiful too."
For the first time, she felt a little lighter.
[Elsewhere – Vasundhara's Room]
Vasundhara stood in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror one last time. A light pink saree, pearl earrings, and she looked quite shapely and perfect. Anyone looking at her wouldn't guess she was over 50.
Yes, yes, why wouldn't she be dressed up? She was about to eat food prepared by her daughter-in-law today. Just then, a pair of strong arms pulled her towards him from behind. "What's this… dressing up so much today?" Yograj said softly, burying his face in her shoulders.
Vasundhara smiled, but with a dignified pause. "Hmm… do you think we don't dress up every day?" She tried to gently free herself. "Move now, we have to go downstairs… and handle everything."
But Yograj held her as if he wouldn't let her go anywhere. "Amazing…" he looked at her intently, "You still look the same as when I first saw you… I feel like running away today, like we used to run in the old days…"
"Tsk tsk tsk… aren't you ashamed at all?" Vasundhara's smile turned into a laugh. "Your son is married now. And you'll become a grandfather. I'll become a grandmother."
Yograj gently took her face in his hands. "Grandmother… no one can say that looking at you. And if he paused a bit. "If everything had gone well, my cricket team would be full by now!" There was mischief in his eyes. "But now there's a risk… my dear…"
"Are you done?" Vasundhara said, suppressing her laughter. "Now let's go downstairs. The daughter-in-law must be waiting."
Both couples looked quite young, very handsome, and perfect. When Aarav was born, Vasundhara's first husband, Brijmohan, had died suddenly. That's what the world was told. That Aarav was also Brijmohan's son, but he was Yograj's son.
Only two people knew this secret: Paro and Shankar. Paro had been managing the internal affairs of their mansion for a long time. She takes care of this mansion. Every small and big task inside is entrusted to her. And Shankar, who guards the security and layers of secrets outside the mansion. Besides these two, no one knows the real story of this house.
Outside the mansion, there were many guards and secretaries, but none were permitted to enter the mansion.
Urmi slowly walked towards the kitchen. She wore that red saree and had also put on the diamond set that Kian had gifted her. Her hair was tied back, and with the soft jingle of bangles on her hands, she entered the kitchen. "Paro Chachi…" she said softly.
"The new bride has arrived… Don't cook anything today, I'll explain everything… where the sugar is, where the salt is… And yes, today you only have to make dessert; I'll take care of the rest…" Paro said with great affection.
Urmi smiled faintly. "Dessert… Okay, I'll try."
Urmi started moving around the kitchen. She knew how to cook very well. And today was her first time cooking in this house, so she started her work wholeheartedly.
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Urmi was now making "Kesar Rabri" for dessert. A dish her mother used to teach her, and which made every household occasion special. Her fingers were skillfully stirring the milk, adding threads of saffron. A light fragrance began to spread, and at that moment, for the first time, she felt this new house like "home."
Soon, everyone had arrived one by one at the dining table.
Vasundhara pulled out a dining chair with a gentle smile and sat down, adjusting the pallu on her shoulder. Yograj was already there.
Then there was a commotion, and Viraj arrived. Super hot black and gray formals, a tight-fitting shirt, open collar, hair perfectly styled, and not a single layer of emotion on his face. There was a strange, cold royalty in his movements, as if nothing mattered.
He sat down in his seat without saying anything to anyone. His eyes went directly to Urrmi, but nothing was clearly visible through the red veil of her ghunghat. After him, Kian also arrived.
Casually dressed but in branded attire. The same soft smile was on his face. As soon as he came, he stood by Urrmi's side.
"Need help?" he said softly, which only Urrmi could hear. Urrmi nodded slightly, "Just need to place the rabri..."
Kian immediately picked up the tray and moved towards the dining table. Vasundhara gestured for everyone to serve themselves. Urrmi slowly placed the rabri in front of each person.
Then, for the first time, Viraj spoke, "Hmm... it looks good..."
Everyone was shocked. Because Viraj, who usually didn't speak, was so suddenly talking that everyone was surprised, even Vasundhara was unusually so.
Kian smiled slightly and looked at Urrmi. As if saying, "What's this? You've managed to get my brother, who is usually silent, to talk."
Vasundhara looked at her son Viraj and said, "What is this? You've never praised me so heartily before. Did you forget your mother as soon as your daughter-in-law arrived?"
Viraj replied with a completely cold expression, "That can never happen, Mom. You were always, and will always be, first."
She looked at Viraj and smiled slightly.
And tasted a spoonful, then smiled slightly. "Urmi, daughter-in-law, you've truly made it wonderfully..."
Urmi felt a stir within her. She couldn't find words, but her heart felt good that everyone liked what she had made.
At that moment, Yograj spoke, in his usual straightforward and teasing manner, "Now it seems that sweetness has begun to come into this house... You two should become mom and dad soon, then our tension will also end!"
"Dad!" Kian said abruptly, as if wanting to stop the conversation.
Meanwhile, Viraj's face was still expressionless... but his fingers paused on the table for a few seconds.
Vasundhara looked at her husband irritably, "Oh God! Does anyone talk so shamelessly even in front of the children?"
As she spoke, she herself smiled, but there was a hint of shyness in her eyes.
The rest of the people also tried to suppress their laughter and looked around.
Kian lowered his eyes. Paro, who was watching from a distance, also turned away, trying to stop her laughter. Urrmi had completely hidden herself in her ghunghat, her face likely blushing up to her cheeks.
Just then, Aarav came down from the room upstairs with his college bag. Smart and casual in a grey hoodie and denim, his swift movements had a unique style. Vasundhara saw him and called out.
"Hey son, eat something!"
Aarav replied without stopping, as he moved towards the door, "No Mom, I'm getting late for college. Bye!"
When Urrmi saw him, she felt her breath catch. Her face turned slightly pale, she was scared. She was also a little nervous. Aarav was the same Aarav she knew from college. Her senior. Every girl's crush in college... smart, rich, classy, but out of reach for every girl.
And now, he was her husband. It was another matter that she hadn't accepted him yet, she was against this custom, but she couldn't say anything in front of her mother.
Urmi's fingers trembled. A slight restlessness appeared in her demeanor. At that moment, Viraj's gaze fell on her. He understood her restlessness, but his face still held that familiar cold expression. He spoke slowly, "Aren't you eating? Aren't you late for college?"
Vasundhara also picked up on the conversation. "Yes, you study in Aarav's college, don't you? And look, daughter-in-law, I'm not one of those mothers-in-law who would stop you from studying. It's important to complete your education. And the ghunghat? There's no need for that... these are all old-fashioned things."
She said with a slight smile, "Get ready normally, you don't have to wear this saree and all the time, and you don't have to go to college wearing it. Eat and then go to college. But remember one thing, our family matters should stay within the house. The world should only know that your marriage is only with Viraj. And yes, there's a reception tonight. We'll announce to everyone that Viraj is married there."
Urmi nodded slowly and then gently lowered her ghunghat. As the ghunghat was lifted, her innocent, beautiful, lovely face was revealed to everyone. She looked truly beautiful. Calm and gentle.
Kian's gaze seemed to stop. He just kept looking at her for a few moments, without saying anything. Then he suddenly checked his watch, "Oh no! It's my shoot time!"
He quickly got up, picked up his bag, and as he was leaving, he leaned towards Urrmi, "Bye my little wifey... I'll come only at night now..."
He winked and walked out with a smile. Urrmi was left sitting there... her face had become completely hot.
She shyly sat quietly on the chair. Vasundhara was smiling. Yograj had also gotten up; he had to go to the office.
Urmi ate and then slowly moved towards her room. Now she had to get ready for college.
Urmi closed the door gently as she entered the room. A hint of relief flickered across her face. And a sweet smile too. She opened the wardrobe. In front of her were piles of clothes— kurtis, tops, jeans, some new things as well.
Her gaze fell on a blue kurti and black fitted jeans. A slight smile automatically appeared on her lips.
"Well... I'm feeling a bit normal now... everyone here is so nice. They're not like the aunt and uncle I expected..." she thought to herself.
She slowly took off her bangles. Lightened the sindoor a little. Just a little... enough to "be noticeable... but not scream."
She let her hair down. Wearing the kurti and jeans, she looked at herself in the mirror. "Don't I look okay?" A little lip gloss, kajal... just simple and fresh.
She was starting to feel a little confident... as if she was returning to herself. As soon as she reached the hall, Vasundhara's voice came, "Oh, no need to walk so much, daughter-in-law... the driver will drop you at college."
Urmi felt a little shy. "No aunty... I mean... I used to go like this before. It's okay, I'll go."
Vasundhara came towards her and placed her hand on her shoulder. She said in a soft voice, "Don't call me 'aunty'... call me 'Mom'... like my three sons do."
Urmi's lips trembled. Her eyes became slightly moist. She missed her mother dearly. But she composed herself. With a slight smile, she said, "Okay... Mom. But what if I go by car...?"
Vasundhara said with a smile, "So what? Now everyone will gradually know that you are the daughter-in-law of the Singhania family. Don't make excuses now... the driver is waiting downstairs. Anyway, you're already late."
Urmi's eyes welled up, but she suddenly hugged Vasundhara. "Thank you... thank you so much, Mom..." she whispered softly.
Urmi quickly descended the stairs. Her loose hair flew in the wind, making her look quite lovely and adorable. Outside, the driver was waiting for her by the car. She opened the door and quickly got in.
"Let's go quickly..." she said to the driver. The driver nodded and the car slowly set off. Amidst the speeding cars on the road, her eyes were looking out the window... but her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking – "How did everything change overnight... the marriage... to all three brothers... and now this family... this Mom... who truly feels like a mom."
Within a few minutes, the car reached the gates of the college, which was counted among the richest and most reputed colleges in Mumbai.
Royal Institute of Modern Studies – RIMS
Admission to this place was only possible through two ways. Either a lot of money, or a lot of talent. Urrmi fell into the latter category. She managed to get admission to this college with her scholarship marks.
As the car stopped, Urrmi's gaze fell on the college. And then suddenly she remembered Aarav, and the expression on her face changed slightly. Her eyes scanned the area near the gate. "Thank goodness... no one is visible..."
She quickly got out and said to the driver,
"You can go now."
The driver smiled, nodded, and the car moved away. Urrmi entered the college gates.
The atmosphere of the college was the same. Crowds, laughter, conversations, friends, notes, gossip... but amidst it all, Urrmi walked a little calmly, a little differently.
Just then, voices of some girls came from behind. "Hey, look... that senior Aarav is coming... OMG, how handsome he looks!" Perhaps he's wearing a blue shirt today... deadly cute!"
Urmi's heart skipped a beat. She thought, "No! I shouldn't think about him... I should focus on my studies... but why do I get scared seeing him?"
She quickly hurried towards her class.
Her best friend Pallavi was already in the class.
As soon as Pallavi saw Urrmi, she ran and grabbed her hand. She was her very good friend and knew about her marriage.
"What's this, madam! Are the in-laws so nice? No mangalsutra, no sindoor...?"
Urmi smiled slightly, "Oh, you Pallavi... you've started as soon as I arrived! Look, I'm wearing sindoor. I just didn't wear the mangalsutra... anyway, my mother-in-law is very understanding. She told me to come to college normally, like any ordinary girl."
"Oh my god! Only lucky people get such a mother-in-law!" Pallavi said, "I thought your uncle and aunt would marry you off into a family without any sense... I was so worried about you."
"Now there's no need to worry, I'm completely fine."
Pallavi widened her eyes, "Okay, come on, now tell me, how was the first night? How is Jiiju? What's his name? In which family did you get married?"
For a moment, Urrmi remembered that night. How everything happened so suddenly... how both her husbands pounced on her... and then... Kian's words... those eyes...
Her cheeks automatically turned pink. She smiled slightly.
Pallavi noticed this, "Oooohho... looks like it was a bit too much on the first night! So shy!"
"Now be quiet... and listen, I got married to Viraj Singhania."
"What?? Wha?? What did you say? One second... I think something happened to my ears... say it again!"
"Yes, that's right... Viraj Singhania. India's top businessman."
"Oh my god!" Pallavi jumped up. "You mean my Jiiju is Viraj Singhania?? Meaning, he has two more brothers... and one of them studies in our college... and the other is Kian... Oh my god!! You live in that same house now!! Can you get his autograph? Or can you arrange a meeting for me... I'm a huge fan of Kian!"
Hearing this, Urrmi suddenly felt something strange.
Something pricked her heart... "No... he..." only this much came out of her mouth.
Pallavi saw her face, which suddenly drooped. Her mood slightly soured, "Oh man... why are you refusing... okay, forget it!"
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Pallavi was still bombarding Urmi with questions, "So, how's Kiaan? And listen, when you two first met—"
Just then, "Hi Urmi, how are you?" came a familiar voice from behind. Both Urmi and Pallavi turned. Vicky.
Urmi's old friend, the one who was always around her, partnered with her for every group project, stood by her at every fest, and whom everyone considered just a friend. Everyone except Vicky's heart.
He liked Urmi. A lot. But he could never say it. And now, after so many days, he saw her for the first time in college. Urmi smiled faintly, "Yes… I'm absolutely fine."
And she gently pushed her hair aside. That cute habit of hers… that made her cheeks stand out even more, and that always silenced Vicky for a moment.
Vicky looked a bit flustered, "Where… where have you been all these days, man? Everyone was asking… you stopped replying to messages too."
Urmi just smiled, about to say something. Just then, the classroom door opened. Professor Mishra Sir walked in with brisk steps. "Good morning students. Please take your seats."
Everyone settled into their seats. Urmi quickly joined Pallavi and took her place. The class began.
Slides played, there was discussion on some topics, some felt sleepy, some dozed off… and then finally,
The Professor said,
"So class… next week is very special. Your grading presentations will begin. Every first-year student has to prepare a presentation along with a senior. You all should start thinking today about which senior to approach."
"And remember, marks will be awarded based on presentation quality, teamwork, and exploration. All the best!"
With that, the Professor left the class. As soon as he left, the class erupted, "Oh man, I'll talk to Sakshi Didi…" "No way, I'll ask Aditya Bhaiya…"
Vicky was also lost in thought. Whom would he approach now as a senior? With whom would he prepare the presentation? Anyway, Urmi couldn't be his partner. Because she was in his class.
Meanwhile, both Pallavi and Urmi were worried. They didn't know any seniors well. They didn't talk much, nor did they help. Whom to go to now, how to talk, and whom to make their partner?
Urmi said softly, "I don't even know anyone, Pallavi. And… I'm a bit weak in all this anyway."
Pallavi retorted, "You're weak in everything, man! What miracle will happen now that someone will come and say— 'Madam Urmi, will you be my partner!'"
Urmi smiled faintly. But her mind was elsewhere. Very far away.
Just then, suddenly—
"Oh, hurry up!!!" a girl shouted, coming into the room from the door.
"The football match has started! We'll miss Aarav otherwise!"
And that was it…
The entire class got up like a herd. Girls closed their files, slung their bags, chewed gum, and ran straight towards the ground. Some quickly reapplied their lipstick, while some brushed their hair.
Pallavi also jumped up— "Come on! Let's go!"
And she grabbed Urmi's hand and started pulling her.
Urmi was startled, trying to pull back— "No, man… I'm not going… I don't want to watch matches… and… definitely not Aarav…"
"You crazy girl!" Pallavi laughed, "Come on, no one will recognize you in the crowd. Besides, you're his sister-in-law, so will he stop playing football just because he sees you!"
Urmi trembled from within. She didn't want Aarav to see her. She really didn't like it. But Pallavi's pull intensified. "Come on, come on! Or we won't even get seats!"
Urmi's body did what her heart didn't want.
And she, too, followed Pallavi towards the field.
There was noise on the ground. Girls were cheering, some were making videos with their phones. Boys in football kits were running around.
And then, from a corner of the ground, a boy in a black jersey dribbled the ball rapidly forward.
The girls' screams intensified. "Aaaarav!!"
Pallavi exclaimed— "Look! My hero has arrived!"
Urmi quickly lowered her gaze. But as soon as she heard Pallavi's words, she started getting angry, scolding her, "What do you mean, 'my hero'? Weren't you just crazy about Kiaan earlier..?"
Pallavi replied with full confidence, "What can I do? Both your brothers-in-law are so handsome. Why are you jealous of your own brother-in-law? I'm not hitting on your husband."
Urmi immediately controlled her emotions. "I'm not jealous. I was just trying to understand you."
Aarav. Black jersey, wet hair, a distinct charm from the sweat on his face. He looked so handsome and hot, you can't even imagine. He ran, controlling the ball, dribbling, as if floating in the air… and then a powerful kick.
Goal!
Applause, whistles, girls' voices all around, "Aarav! I love you Aarav!!"
Aarav smiled. And amidst that smile… his gaze settled on someone in the crowd of girls. Urmi. The one at the very back. Who was trying to avoid the crowd. Who was averting her eyes. Aarav's gaze lingered for a few seconds.
But his face showed no reaction.
Pallavi was still cheering, but Urmi felt as if everything on the field had slowed down… everything had come to a halt. As if only she and Aarav remained. Urmi's palms were drenched in sweat. She slowly edged herself backward and said to Pallavi, "I'll… I'll be back in two minutes."
Pallavi didn't pay attention; she was engrossed in watching the next goal. Urmi quietly slipped out of the crowd and walked towards the boundary of the field. Not quickly, but slowly… for some reason, she was feeling so nervous.
She just wanted to get away from there now. Urmi was quickly moving towards the brown boundary. Wanting to get away from the crowd, from Aarav's gaze, from her own pounding heart.
But fate seemed to have other plans. A player from the opposing team kicked the ball with all his might to score a goal. But the ball strayed from its path and flew straight.
And—
"Ah!!" Straight onto Urmi's head.
Her eyes widened, her body froze for a moment… and then. Thud! She fell to the ground. Unconscious. The noise stopped for a moment. Everyone was shocked.
Aarav's face stiffened slightly, a hint of tension appearing. Without a moment's delay, he ran off the field. "Urmi!"
He knelt beside her and gently placed his hand on her forehead. He saw a little blood trickling from her head. Not a lot, but enough to make everyone hold their breath.
He picked her up in his arms. The crowd was silent, and the match was immediately called off. He carried her from there and took her to the rest room.
Rest Room
Urmi was still unconscious. Aarav gently laid her on the bed. He cleaned the blood flowing from her forehead with cotton, then applied ointment and bandaged it.
His face was calm. Not much expression, but there was caution in every movement. Pallavi still didn't understand what was happening, but her eyes didn't leave Aarav.
"I wish this football had hit my head…" she muttered to herself.
The girls behind her felt the same. "Aarav picked her up… OMG! I wish I got injured too, man…"
But just then, Urmi's eyelids fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes… and saw the same face in front of her. Aarav's.
Close… very close.
"U… Aarav?" she stammered, and sat up abruptly.
Aarav's head collided with hers.
"Ouch!" Aarav recoiled, whispering angrily.
"What the hell! I'm helping you, and you hit me?"
"I… I am really sorry, Senior,"
Urmi was flustered and lowered her gaze. Her heartbeat started to race again. "I suddenly regained consciousness… I didn't understand anything…"
Aarav looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "If you wanted to go outside the boundary, why didn't you go through the main gate? Why did you come from there? Because of you, my entire match was dropped."
Urmi's eyes drooped. "Sorry, Senior…!!" Aarav took a deep breath, but said nothing more. Filled with anger and frustration, he got up and left.
Meanwhile, Pallavi, who had been busy catching up on the scene, was still watching Aarav as he left. "Man, your brother-in-law is so hot and handsome… Please, arrange a date for me with someone!"
Urmi, annoyed by her words, retorted, "Didn't you see? How rude he is! I don't like him at all!"
Pallavi was a bit taken aback. She looked at Urmi carefully.
On her face, there was not just anger, but also a hint of jealousy. "Madam, he helped you. You were going from the wrong side. It was your mistake, and now you're scolding him?"
Urmi immediately changed her tune and said, "Yes, yes… he's been praised enough. Now let's think about the assignment too… no senior is agreeing to be a partner… Come on, let's try again!"
And then they both headed towards another class.
They spoke to many seniors, requested them… but no one agreed. Tired and dejected, they both came out of the class.
Pallavi exclaimed in exasperation, "What man! Our faces aren't that bad that no one wants us as a partner! What do we do now? How will we give the presentation?"
Urmi took a deep breath. She said with a bit of seriousness, "We'll find someone, Pallavi… a solution will emerge, don't panic."
But just then… there was some commotion near the college gate. As soon as Urmi's gaze went in that direction… she froze like a statue. Pallavi's gaze also followed, and then she shouted, "Oh my God!! Superstar Kiaan here!! What is your brother-in-law doing here!!? Is a film shoot about to happen? Will I get to share the screen with him??"
And Kiaan, avoiding the girls, slowly approaching Urmi with a handsome smile, removing his mask…
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Kiaan stops right in front of her. And with a sweet smile passing it to her, "Let's go. Mom said I should take you shopping." His voice had that superstar style, but his eyes held something personal. "I had to leave the shoot because Viraj Bhai couldn't come today."
Urmi seemed unable to comprehend anything. She was in shock. Standing in front of her was India's crush… the world's brother-in-law… but her… "husband."
He had a mask on and his cap pulled low, but even so, his aura could draw the attention of the entire crowd. Just then, he quickly grabbed Urrmi's hand. "Let's go quickly, or my fan army will storm this college…" he said with a laugh, then looked around with a hint of worry.
But then… "Please!! Please, I need an autograph!!" Pallavi shrieked. Her face was filled with a different kind of excitement; she was overjoyed seeing her favorite superstar right in front of her. "I'm a huge fan of yours!!" And then she elbowed Urrmi, "Hey, tell your brother-in-law… he'll definitely give me an autograph!"
Kiaan looked at Pallavi for a second… then looked around to see if there was anyone else… "Of course, little fan girl… quickly, give me your hand!"
Pallavi got so excited as if a dream were coming true. She quickly took out a pen from her bag and extended her hand. Kiaan autographed it with a laugh.
"Oh my god, oh my god…" Pallavi was jumping with joy.
Meanwhile, Urrmi was still a bit in shock, a bit confused… "What is all this happening to me…" she thought to herself. Everything was happening so fast that she couldn't understand anything.
But before she could ask anything, Kiaan came to her, took her hand, and said, "Let's go now! Or there'll be chaos here…"
And without waiting for her consent, he directly put her in the car. The car door closed… and in a moment. Urrmi was now sitting in the car of the famous Kiaan Singhania. College, classes, Pallavi, and the whole crowd were left behind. Pallavi, standing behind, could only watch.
"Now he's my best friend's brother-in-law… I'm going to win him over…" she thought to herself and gave a devilish smile. But she didn't know. That superstar was Urrmi's husband, not her brother-in-law.
Kiaan's car stopped at Mumbai's most exclusive and private mall. The entire mall was "booked" for the day… no crowds, no cameras, no public… just spotlights, mirror walls, and luxury dresses displayed for them.
Urmi's eyes widened in surprise. "The whole mall… empty? This… this is all… for us?"
Kiaan lowered his cap, adjusted his mask, and whispered in her ear, "Not ours, sweetheart. Just yours…" He smiled and extended his hand. Urrmi hesitated a little but took his hand.
As they entered, staff in white uniforms bowed and welcomed them. They were led into a hall where, on every side, fairytale-like dresses shimmered – silver, velvet blues, skin-tight red gowns, embroidered lehengas… and chiffon sarees were displayed.
Urmi could only think one thing, "Am I dreaming…?" She gently touched the clothes, each costing perhaps lakhs. She felt hesitant… and scared too…
"This all seems very expensive…" she said softly.
Kiaan, who was sitting on a nearby royal sofa, took her hand and in a swift motion pulled her onto his lap.
"Ah…!" She was startled. But she gently landed against his chest. Suddenly, her heart started beating faster at his closeness. "Shhh…" He tucked her hair behind her ear and, leaning close to her face, said, "Sweetheart, when you are the daughter-in-law of the Singhania family, then nothing in the world can be more expensive than you. This mall… belongs to Viraj Bhai. So technically… it's yours."
Urmi couldn't say anything. A faint smile played on her lips, and her heart fluttered with thousands of beats. She got up and started looking at the dresses. Kiaan watched her with great affection. "This blue shimmer gown… wear it and come out, sweetheart… I want to see how you look in it."
Urmi's face turned red. "What… should I wear it… right now, here?"
"No, you silly. There's a trial room. Go… I'm waiting…" He winked and started scrolling on his phone, sitting on the sofa.
After a short while, Urrmi went inside… and as soon as she came out, Kiaan, standing in front, was mesmerized. Time seemed to stop. The gown fit her waist perfectly, flowing down in a full trail. Her hair was loose, and her eyes held a hint of shyness. Kiaan got up… came to her… "Wow…" he said softly. "You truly look like a princess from a royal family, sweetheart…"
Urmi couldn't say anything. A faint smile was on her face, and her heart was pounding at a speed of thousands. She slowly got up and then went towards the dresses. Kiaan kept looking at her. He smiled and said, "Wear that red velvet one too, sweetheart. If you need… I can help too?" His voice this time was softer, deeper, and a little mischievous.
Urmi's face turned red. She averted her gaze, took the dress from his hand, and walked towards the trial room. Her heart was beating so fast as if it would jump out any moment. A tickling sensation in her stomach… difficult to name.
Kiaan kept scrolling on his phone, sitting on the sofa. But his gaze kept returning to the trial room. Time passed…
When a long time had passed and there was no sound from inside, he went near the trial room. "Sweetheart… is everything alright? You've been a while…"
A faint voice came from inside. "The… zip… the back zip isn't closing…" Urrmi's voice was trembling slightly… as if she herself was afraid to say something.
A faint smile appeared on Kiaan's lips. He came to the door and said in a very soft tone, "So… shall I help?"
For a few seconds, there was no response from inside.
"Sweetheart… is your silence a yes?" His voice now had a gentle warmth.
Urmi couldn't say anything. She just started biting her lower lip lightly. Her hands were trembling a little… she was trying to convince herself that everything was fine… but her heart didn't want to hear any excuses anymore.
Slowly, the door opened. Kiaan came inside.
To Be Continued…
Kian entered. For a second, the air seemed to stop. Urmi's heartbeat began to quicken. Urmi stood with her back to the wall. Her back was bare, and the zipper of her gown was incomplete.
Kian approached her very slowly... without making a sound. He extended his hands... and holding the zipper of the gown, he began to smile mischievously. As his hands moved over her bare back, Urmi's heart raced even faster. The touch of his hand lightly brushed against Urmi's back.
Urmi's eyes closed. Kian gently pulled her closer to him. And he unhooked her bra. His eyes now seemed very intense, and Urmi couldn't speak. She began to take deep breaths. When Kian's hand slipped inside her bra, a shiver ran through Urmi's entire body. Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach. Kian slowly moved his hands. And going near her neck, he exhaled his warm breath. "Sweetheart, I love your little hills. If you don't like it, should I stop?"
Urmi's heart began to beat wildly. She swallowed her saliva but couldn't say anything. Kian gently moved his hands over her little hills. "It's really soft. Sweetheart, I want to taste your cupcakes now? I need your permission! Speak quickly, sweetheart?"
Saying this, Kian's hands went to her little hills, and from her mouth came - "Ah, umm...!"
Kian enjoyed hearing her whimpers. He moved his hands with more intensity. And then, holding her shoulder, he pulled her towards him. Kian now looked intensely at her chest. He leaned forward and pulled down her bra strap. Urmi tightly closed her eyes. Her heartbeat was very fast; she wasn't saying anything.
Kian now held one of her cupcakes with one hand. And with the other, he leaned down and sucked on it. Kian's lip movements were slow at first, but then they became fast. Urmi felt a slight pain. But she was also feeling relief. Her hands instinctively moved to his hair. Seeing this, Kian smiled devilishly and bit her cupcakes with his teeth. Urmi let out a loud cry. "Ah! Kian, please slow down? And why are you biting?"
Kian became even more excited hearing her voice amidst her whimpers. His wild hero was about to stand up. Kian could no longer control himself. He slowly moved his mouth away from her cupcake. And kissing her collarbone and neck, he kissed her lips. Urmi's exhaled breaths touched Kian's face. Urmi's upper body was completely bare in front of him. She stood with her eyes lowered.
Her face turned red with shame. Kian's gaze went to her lips, and with a devilish smile, he went near her ears and said, "Sweetheart, I want something from you. My little tiger wants to feel the touch of your lips. Sweetheart, take it in your mouth and suck it... I really want it!"
He was speaking in such a sexy, intense voice that Urmi didn't understand what to reply. Her heart rate increased every second. Kian spoke again, "Sweetheart, hurry up! Otherwise, my little tiger will start its program right here, and then your pink kitty will be troubled!"
Hearing Kian's shameless words, Urmi swallowed her saliva. Now she slowly knelt down. And with trembling hands, she opened his pants zipper. Her whole body was trembling with both shame and fear. Kian was out of control; he couldn't wait another second. "Sweetheart, hurry, the little tiger can't wait anymore!"
Urmi slowly opened his undergarments with her soft hands and quickly closed her eyes. Her hands began to tremble. Seeing Kian doing this, he smiled devilishly. He went near her ear in a low voice and said, "Sweetheart, don't torture me anymore. Open your eyes and see how impatient the little tiger is getting? This is yours, isn't it? It needs you a lot!"
Urmi slowly opened her eyes and began to look at him. Her throat felt dry. And then she slowly took him into her mouth. She couldn't take him all the way in. Kian was enjoying it, gently holding her hair. "Try, sweetheart, it will go all the way in!"
Urmi was also trying her best. But his little tiger was big; it wasn't fitting entirely in her mouth. She tried for a long time. And then, tired, she sat down. "Sweetheart, you got tired so quickly. This is not fair. I needed you more."
Urmi was drenched in shame. She was very tired. Her face was flushed red, and her eyelids were lowered. Kian slowly came near her. He wiped the corner of her lips. And in a low-intensity voice, he said, "I also wanted to taste your pink kitty. But we both should leave now. Mom must be waiting for us, and there's the reception in the evening too. If I started, you would get too tired."
And then, Kian slowly fastened her bra hooks and strap, and then helped her put on her dress. "Sweetheart, let's go home now."
Urmi and Kian came out. Kian was still smiling a dirty smile; he had enjoyed himself. Meanwhile, Urmi was shy. Both returned to the mansion after shopping. Kian had the same mischievous smile on his face. The shopping was over. Kian had bought plenty of silk sarees, designer dresses, and a very beautiful gown for the reception.
As soon as they entered the main hall, Vasundhara was already waiting for them. The entire house was buzzing with activity. Staff, lighting, floral decorations, and every corner engaged in reception preparations looked like part of a grand event.
Vasundhara walked towards Urmi and asked with a smile, "Did you finish shopping? Now quickly freshen up, dear. The makeup artist can arrive at any moment. Many people are coming this evening. Media, guests, reporters... we have to keep everything perfect."
Kian smiled and, without saying anything, bowed his head and headed towards his room. Urmi just watched him leave... her mind was somewhere else. The morning's accident was still reflected in her eyes. Kian's demand, and all that happened in the changing room. Just thinking about it made her very shy.
She let out a light sigh, smiled, and said softly to Vasundhara, "Okay, Mom... I'll get ready now."
She was about to turn when suddenly Viraj arrived. Seeing him, Vasundhara said with a slight smile on her face, "Viraj, dear, you're here!"
But there was no expression on Viraj's face. No smile... no excitement, no warmth of any kind.
His gaze didn't go to Urmi even once. He just quietly went upstairs to his room.
Urmi stood there. She was watching him... perhaps with a sense of grace, a glimmer of hope. But Viraj's cold behavior silently crushed her hopes.
Vasundhara lightened the mood by changing the subject, "You go, dear, get ready. All eyes will be on you this evening."
Urmi's gaze was still fixed on Viraj's retreating back. Just a cold distance... which pricked Urmi's heart somewhere. Vasundhara placed her hand on Urmi's shoulder, "Dear, don't think about his behavior at all... Viraj never reacts much. But he isn't bad at heart."
Urmi nodded slightly, "I understand, Mom."
And then she headed towards her room. On the way, her eyes scanned the place where, in a few hours, the faces of the media and society would be present at her reception.
"Is all this happening so quickly?" her mind asked slowly, with a trembling question. "Three relationships in one night... and now to stand as 'their' daughter-in-law in front of this big world..."
She entered her room. After freshening up for a while, she had just sat down when the makeup artist and stylists arrived. Saree, gown, jewelry, high heels... everything was magnificent and branded. There was class and grandeur in every item.
Urmi sat quietly on the chair. And one by one, they began to style her hair, do her makeup, nails... and then she was dressed in that silky blue gown. The flowing dress, a light belt at the waist, and straps falling from her shoulders made her not believe herself when she first saw herself in the mirror. That it was her.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the hall, the media, guests, and big names from the business world had started arriving. Lights, cameras, clinking glasses... and above all, the prestige of the Singhania mansion. But no one knew the dark truth behind that prestige.
Aarav looked stunning in a wine-colored coat. He had no desire to come here but had to come at his mom's insistence. His face showed that he had absolutely no interest here. And Kian, in a white shirt with a dark blue velvet suit, had become the center of the cameras.
Both brothers were perfect in their own styles... and all eyes were on them. But everyone was waiting. For today's royal bride and groom.
And then all eyes turned to the staircase, where Urmi and Viraj were descending.
Reception – Evening | Singhania Mansion
Magnificent lighting, floral decorations, sparkling chandeliers, flashing camera bulbs; every corner seemed to be bathed in a dream. The entire Singhania Mansion had transformed into a royal wedding garden.
And at that very moment… Viraj and Urmi made their grand entrance.
Viraj truly looked no less than a royal prince today. A black velvet sherwani, lightly Greek-cut styled hair, and a face that was calm yet authoritative. And standing beside him, Urmi… in a blue shimmer gown, just like Cinderella.
Her open hair cascaded down her shoulders in gentle waves, an elegant hair crown on her forehead, and a delicate diamond necklace around her neck. A light line of kohl in her eyes, subtle pink gloss on her lips, and an innocent radiance on her face. Without saying much, Viraj had gently taken her hand. The grip was cold, but Urmi's heartbeats were far warmer and faster.
They walked towards the stage together. Cameras started flashing. "Sir please look here!" "Ma’am this side!" "One more! Together please!"
Media reporters surrounded them in a swarm. "Wow! What a royal couple! Straight out of a fairytale! Miss Universe and Prince Charming!"
Urmi was blushing. Viraj's grip was firm, but his eyes were still somewhere far away… as if unaffected by all this. Standing in a distant corner, Aarav's gaze was fixed on only one person. Urmi. He was captivated by her beauty. How simple she used to be in college, and today she looked so lovely and gorgeous. He put down his drink. There was no smile on his face, only silence. His expression was one of shock, and he couldn't take his eyes off Urmi.
Kiaan, standing beside him, was simply smiling. It was a smile tinged with a sweet pain, a yearning hidden in mischief. He quietly said to himself, "Isn't it strange… I can't introduce my wife to the world like this…!!"
Kiaan took a light sip of wine and then fixed his gaze on Urmi. He could never tell the world that she was his wife too. How unfortunate. But he was with Viraj. As for Aarav, he didn't know when he would accept this. On stage, Viraj and Urmi were now posing for photos.
Urmi smiled with every click. But that smile was for the camera, not for her heart. Vasundhara and Yograj watched this spectacle from the height of the mansion. But then Vasundhara came down.
Her gait was slow, but royal. A white silk saree with a diamond border, jeweled bangles on her hands, and a completely empty parting on her forehead. There was no sindoor. Because she was a widow. To the world. She stepped onto the stage and took the mike. "Attention please, ladies and gentlemen…"
The entire hall fell silent. Vasundhara smiled. It was a practiced smile, but behind it lay a thousand emotions.
"Thank you all for coming today to share in our home's happiness… on behalf of the Singhania family, from the bottom of our hearts."
She turned. Looked at Viraj and Urmi. Then addressed everyone. "This is… Urmi Viraj Singhania!"
The hall erupted in applause. Cameras flashed again. "Our family's daughter-in-law. Now you have all met her. Now, please turn off your flash cameras… you have taken plenty of pictures… now come, enjoy this celebration with us."
Vasundhara left the stage with great calm and grace. But the impact of her words was now everywhere. Praises from every guest could be heard. "Viraj Singhania's wife is quite beautiful…!!"
But the buzz of compliments continued all around. "Viraj Singhania's wife is truly royal…"
"So graceful and elegant… truly befitting the pride of this lineage…"
"Viraj is lucky…!"
Urmi just kept smiling gently, as if her smile was her armor… A little later, as the media and high-profile guests began to depart one by one,
the floor slowly began to empty.
Business invites, politicians, celebrities all offered congratulations with bouquets of flowers, registered gifts, and smiles of pure pretense. "Happy married life…" "Couple goals…" "Blessings to you both…"
And each time, Urmi just bowed her head slightly.
Her eyes often searched for Kiaan. But he was nowhere to be seen now. Not in front, not behind.
On stage, Viraj and Urmi stood alone now. Viraj said nothing. Just looked ahead, and then, without looking at Urmi, quietly headed towards his room.
Urmi watched him go for a moment. No 'good night', no 'thank you', not a smile. As if he didn't recognize Urmi at all.
She slowly sat down on the sofa. The night's smiles had now turned into a mild exhaustion. She was just watching him leave when Vasundhara came to her and said, "Urmi bahu, you must be very tired too. I am going to my room. I am very tired today."
Vasundhara went up to her room on the first floor, followed by Yograj. Meanwhile, Aarav also saw Urmi for a moment and left from there without saying anything. Urmi got up now. Just then, suddenly, someone scooped her up in their arms.
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Vasundhara went up to her room on the first floor, followed by Yograj. Meanwhile, Aarav also saw Urmi for a moment and left from there without saying anything. Urmi got up now. Just then, suddenly, someone scooped her up in their arms.
Urmi got up slowly. The gown was heavy, layers of makeup pricked her face, and a heaviness settled in her heart. She had taken only a few steps when suddenly she was lifted from behind.
"Ah ah…!" Urrmi gasped.
"Shhh… be quiet… sweetheart," a deep, familiar voice melted into her ears. It was Kian. She was in his arms now. He held her like a child. "A..ji… please… put me down… someone will see…" Urrmi whispered, her eyes wide with panic.
"Let them see… today the whole world saw that you belong to someone else… at least now, in this one moment, let me call you mine…"
Urmi fell silent. Her heart pounded against his chest, and that voice, those breaths… they just assured her that… there was someone who cared for her.
"You're tired… aren't you?" Kian asked, stroking her hair.
Urmi just nodded slightly. Her eyes still downcast. "Then don't say a word now… just… come with me."
Kian, still carrying her, slowly started climbing the stairs. Silence had fallen in the hall below. As they ascended, Urrmi, nestled in Kian's arms, kept looking down, her heartbeats increasing. "A..ji… please put us down…" she said softly, "We'll walk ourselves…"
Kian chuckled lightly, then tightened his grip slightly, pulling her closer to his chest. "Sweetheart… why are you calling me ‘Aji’…? Call me by my name, like you did this morning…"
The memory of the morning made Urrmi's face turn tomato red. She hid her face in his chest, blushing. "That… Mummy told us… not to take our husband's name… it reduces their lifespan…"
Kian's face broke into a sweet smile. "Oh… so my sweetheart is worried about my age now?"
Urmi said nothing, just buried herself further into his chest. "That's cute…" Kian murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
Kian brought her into his room. He gently sat Urrmi on the bed. In the dim light of the room, she looked even more delicate and tired. She was wearing high heels, which had troubled her through the day's rush.
Kian knelt down, placed one of her feet on his lap, and began to unfasten her heels. Urrmi quickly pulled her leg back. "What are you doing…?!"
Kian looked into her eyes and smiled. "Serving my wife…" "Now sit still…" "You are very tired, sweetheart. You won't be able to do anything. You just sit peacefully… I'll do everything…"
His voice was so full of affection that Urrmi could only gaze at him. Slowly, she extended her foot towards Kian again… and this time, she said nothing.
Kian carefully removed her heels, gently caressing her feet. Then he slowly got up, bringing makeup remover, cotton pads, and moisturizer from the dressing table. Since he was an actor, he knew all about makeup.
"Now close your eyes…" he said.
Urmi watched for a moment, then closed her eyes. Kian began to gently remove the makeup from her cheeks. His fingers were so soft that Urrmi felt sleepy. She just felt his touch… lived in that comfort… for the first time, someone had held her like this.
After a while, "It's done…" Kian whispered, kissing her forehead.
Kian now slowly unzipped her back, but then he suddenly stopped and came very close to Urrmi's ear, speaking in an intense voice, "Shall I help you change your dress, or will you do it yourself, sweetheart…!!"
Hearing his intense voice, Urrmi's heartbeat quickened. Her eyes automatically closed. She didn't want any restrictions. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as if giving him permission. Kian now slowly unzipped her heavy gown, taking off her delicate shoulders. Urrmi's every nerve tingled. Her heart was pounding fast.
Kian completely unfastened her large, Cinderella-like dress and set it aside. Urrmi started to become restless, her heart beating excessively fast. So fast that only her heartbeat could be heard in the entire room. Kian's mischievous smile drifted towards her chest, where a strapless black bra was. He reached behind her, unhooked it, and threw it down. Then he came over her.
He started gazing at her perfect curves, and Urrmi started to lose herself under his gaze. She swallowed. Kian lightly touched her nipple, sending a shiver through her entire body. She began to breathe deeply. Her chest also rose and fell, which made Kian even more passionate.
He then looked at her panty. Her soft flowers were covered by it, and her delicate long legs were visible, completely clean. His hands slid down her thighs, and Urrmi's every inch trembled. Kian began to touch her fair, unblemished legs, and then slowly and gently unfastened her panty. Bringing it close to his nose, he inhaled its scent and set it aside. Now her soft flower and her entire body were exposed before him.
Kian saw that she was trembling, so he held her waist and came over her, leaning close to her ear and feeling the softness of her chest. He was wearing a shirt, but he could still feel her softness. His heart also started pounding. He said, "Sweetheart, shall I make you completely mine today? And that too, alone…!? I need your permission, please give it to me…!!"
Urmi couldn't understand what she should say. She slowly brought her hands near his shirt and fluttered her eyelids. Kiyan was just waiting for this permission. He quickly started undoing his shirt buttons.
He couldn't waste a second now. He quickly filled his mouth with her softness. Urmi's breath caught, her heart started beating rapidly, and her eyes closed automatically. Her hand moved to Kiyan's hair.
Kiyan couldn't control himself now. He took her soft cupcakes into his mouth and started sucking vigorously. He was massaging her softness with his other hand, pressing her joints. This caused Urmi to feel pain, and she let out a slight whimper. "Please do it slowly; it hurts," she said.
Kiyan heard her voice and tried to control himself, but he felt an overwhelming amount of love today. He kissed between her breasts and said, breathing lightly, "Sweetheart, please don't stop today."
Urmi's face turned completely red. She looked at his biceps, and when her gaze fell on his abs, she blushed even more. His body was incredibly attractive, being a famous actor and all. Kiyan's hands were now playing with Urmi's boobs, sometimes sucking them. Urmi's hands moved to his back.
Kiyan stopped now and moved towards her flower. Urmi's breathing quickened, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Kiyan brought his hands to her thighs, approaching her knees, and moved to the middle by parting her legs.
Now her flower was in front of his eyes, and Urmi's breathing was extremely fast. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Kiyan touched her flower with his firm hands, causing Urmi's hair to stand on end. She wanted to feel it inside, extremely eager. Her eyes showed how restless she was.
Kiyan had an evil smile on his face when he saw Urmi's expressions. Her expressions seemed incredibly sexy to him. Smiling, he inserted his two fingers into her soft flower. As soon as he put them in, Urmi's restlessness increased.
Kiyan enjoyed seeing her restlessness. He slowly took out his fingers and put them back in gently. Urmi let out slow whimpers, which excited Kiyan even more. He quickened his oral sex and finger movements.
Urmi was becoming extremely restless now. Kiyan looked at his fingers, which had white liquid on them. He glanced at Urmi, who was breathing deeply, her lips open, and looking very sexy. She was a bit shy as she looked at him. Kiyan took his fingers into his mouth and started tasting the liquid, closing his eyes.
Urmi couldn't say anything. She tightly held her black cat in her hands, about to close her legs. Before she could, Kiyan held her knees with his firm hands.
"No, sweetheart, not yet," his voice had something that resonated with Urmi's soul.
He bent down again, as if every move of his was made to touch Urmi's soul. Now, he moved towards her soft flower, where his fingers had left marks and the white liquid testified to her craving.
Kiyan gently opened her flower with his two fingers, like handling a delicate petal. It was soft and pink. Then, his tongue did what Urmi had only felt in her dreams. Slowly, the hot and wet sensation deepened inside her. He started tongue fucking, slowly taking his tongue inside and filling his mouth with her liquid. Every time he went in a bit, Urmi's soul seemed to open another layer.
After a while of going in and out, he sucked her vigorously. Urmi's fingers sank into the bedsheet. Her body trembled as if fire ran through every nerve.
"A...", she wanted to say something, but her voice failed her. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes closed, and her body responded to his tongue every moment.
Just then, he lightly pulled out some white liquid, as if savoring her delicacy. Every move of his tongue now seemed deeper and more thirsty.
A broken sigh escaped Urmi's lips, and her body involuntarily lifted. Her nails dug into Kiyan's hair. "A... ji! Why are you biting?" her voice trembled, a complaint but incomplete.
Kiyan raised his head and looked at her; his tongue still had her taste, and his eyes had the same mischief that melted Urmi. "Sweetheart, to make you feel... is just tasting enough?" he said slowly and bent down again.
Now, every light touch of his tongue drove Urmi crazy. Her thighs trembled, her breathing was intermittent, and her fingers were no longer on his hair but scratching his back.
She trembled, from her head to her thighs. Kiyan suddenly gripped her legs tightly, completely dominating her. This time, he bit her flower's side very hard. "You've been controlling everything for so long, sweetheart," his voice had a calmness that induced fear.
Before saying more, he gave a thrust, his tongue jolted her so fiercely that Urmi's scream was muffled. Her lips trembled, but her voice was silent. Now, only her eyes were open, and they had pain. But strangely, the pain felt good.
...To be continued...
Kiaan slowly pulled his mouth away, controlling himself… the depth of Urmi's soft flower still tasted on his tongue. He touched his lips with a slight smile. Then he wiped them with a finger. As if preserving it, not erasing it.
His gaze was now on Urmi's face. Her breath was frantic. And her lips trembled. And there was more depth in her eyes than in love. Kiaan leaned up slightly, coming very close to her ear. His warm breath began to touch Urmi's neck. "Sweetheart… I'm being very wild today," he said softly,
"But for me… support me… because today… I want to make every part of you… totally, completely… mine."
Urmi's eyes closed slightly… the rise and fall of her chest was now rapid. Kiaan looked at her reddened face and then his gaze slid down her body curves. She was in front of him right now. He had full right, but still, he wanted her to do everything with permission.
Kiaan touched her delicate shoulder with both hands…
As gently as one lifts a plate for worship.
After that, he gently lifted her up, gesturing for her to sit. Urmi got up, trembling slightly… a little warmth still trembled between her thighs.
Now Kiaan himself was on his knees in front of her. His eyes went straight from her face down to where her hardness was showing from inside her abdomen. Urmi's breath quickened even more.
Kiaan took her face in both his hands…
For a moment, all his attention seemed to descend into Urmi's eyes. Stroking her cheeks, his fingers got lost in her hair. "Sweetheart… don't be so scared…" His voice had now become a whisper. "I taught you everything this morning… how to do it."
Urmi's breath seemed to get stuck right there.
"And now…" he touched his nose to hers, "Now you know, that I… will need you… all the time.”
Kiaan moved back slightly, then said with a mischievous smile, "So, be wild with me… Do a little torture on me too, sweetheart…"
Urmi's eyelids stopped blinking. Kiaan then took her hand in his and very slowly, very carefully… took it under his stomach. His hardness was now desperate to come out of his body. And Urmi's hand… was now feeling it.
"I'm getting used to your touch…", Kiaan said softly, "Now quickly calm down the little tiger a bit."
Urmi looked into his eyes… Kiaan just gestured for her to take the lead now. Urmi first hesitantly pulled her hand back… as if something was trembling inside her. Not just her body… but her entire being was trembling at that moment.
But Kiaan took her hand again, placed it on his hardness, and whispered, "See… hurry up, sweetheart… I'm getting very impatient… We still have 8 rounds to go tonight…"
Just hearing that… Urmi's heart pounded like a fast drum in her chest. She held herself back for a moment. But now she slowly reached for Kiaan's pants and unbuttoned them with her trembling fingers.
Kiaan was still just watching her… as if watching a masterpiece being created in front of him. His sweet, innocent Urmi… had now become a little wild. Urmi held the band of Kiaan's boxers and slowly pulled them down… and as he came out, his hardness was fully erect.
Urmi looked at him, exhaled slightly… Kiaan looked into her eyes and smiled, saying, "This is all for you…"
His fingers were now on Urmi's cheek. "Now feel me… like I am feeling you…"
Urmi's heart was beating so fast that her breath couldn't keep up. She gently held his hardness, and then with some hesitation, placed her lips on it. When she took him in her mouth
That feeling coursed through her veins. A slow moan from Kiaan reached her ears, "Sweetheart…" There was impatience in his voice.
Urmi was trying to take him fully… but her mouth was too small for his size. She got a little scared… but instead of stopping, she slowed her pace… and started taking him deeper.
Kiaan's fingers were now twisting the bedsheets.
He put one hand in Urmi's hair, not too tight, not too loose, just guiding.
And then… as Kiaan's body jolted, his white liquid descended into Urmi's mouth. Urmi's eyelids fluttered shut. She savored that taste for a few moments… but there was also a strange allure to it.
She asked herself, "Is this what… makes the skin glow?"
Kiaan sensed her confused thoughts in her eyes, smiled slightly, and whispered, "Those are Instagram reels, not science…"
Urmi blushed a little and started cleaning the rest with her tongue. Kiaan was watching her… as if his world had bowed down in front of him.
Kiaan was now very close to Urmi's face. Tracing his fingers on her lips, he said softly, "Now come on, sweetheart… let's start the first round.”
Urmi's breath caught. Her eyes merged with Kiaan's eyes. Kiaan gently placed his hand on her waist. He had now become completely serious.
"Your waist is going to hurt a lot… but don't be scared, we will keep changing positions… so that you feel less pain… and more sensation."
Urmi felt as if something had melted inside her.
So much care, so much gentleness… her tears didn't fall, they just sparkled on her eyelids. Kiaan lifted her with his hands… as if lifting a flower from the air, not the ground. Then he gently laid her in the center of the bed.
He opened her thighs from both sides and came over her. "If you feel any pain anywhere… tell me, we'll change positions. For today, just bear my lots of love and pain, sweetheart, then you'll get used to it."
Urmi nodded slightly and as soon as Kiaan slowly slid his hardness inside her
Her fingers dug into the sheets. "Ah…" That was all she could say. Kiaan didn't stop. He slowly withdrew his hardness and then began to inter-out. The liquids of both of them were making that place wet.
Kiaan's face was very close to Urmi's. His breath was now mingling with Urmi's. He looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Sweetheart… bear with my wildness today… but don't be afraid… I will hold only love for you in every thrust, and only care in every touch."
His words settled within Urmi like hot tea touching a cold morning. Now his pace was quickening, but it wasn't a forced speed. It was the yearning of two heartbeats that had now begun to move in rhythm.
Urmi's hands were now on Kiaan's back. Her fingers were tightening, and each time Kiaan went deeper, Urmi's cries and sobs intensified. Her nails began to leave marks on Kiaan's back, as if they were seals of her claim. Kiaan felt a slight pain, but he said nothing, just smiled and left a loving kiss on her cheek.
"As long as you are touching me, even if you wound me… I accept it all, sweetheart."
Kiaan now hid his head in Urmi's neck and began to kiss her heartbeats with his lips. He thrust repeatedly, and Urmi kept sobbing, which only excited him further.
A faint line of tears slid down Urmi's eyes, perhaps not from pain… but from the feeling she was experiencing with such completeness for the first time.
Now the last round was approaching 3:00 AM. Both were in their last round. He had said he would do 8 rounds, but he had already done more than 10 rounds throughout the night. Urmi was completely exhausted. Her eyes were heavy, her lips dry, and her hair disheveled… but there was a strange smile of contentment on her face. She turned, rested her head on Kiaan's chest, and closing her eyes, said softly, "Hey ji… no more now… really, we are very tired…"
Kiaan smiled slightly. His fingers moved slowly through Urmi's tangled hair, as if he wasn't untangling them, but just feeling them. He gently pulled her into his arms, hugging her from behind, caressing her softness, and for a moment, closed his own eyes.
"Sorry, wifey… but what can I do, I just fell so much more in love with you today. But now I promise. I'll massage your waist, your legs too, and yes, you give me a nickname. ‘Hey ji’ sounds a bit old."
But instead of answering, Urmi's breathing had become completely calm. Kiaan glanced slightly. Urmi had long since fallen asleep… quietly, in his arms.
He chuckled. "Look… now I'm talking to myself."
"You know, sweetheart, this innocent tiredness of yours… makes me love you even more."
He hid his face near her neck… and everything seemed to stop.
Urmi's eyes opened… for a while, she just looked at him. In front of her was Kiaan's handsome face… even in sleep, he looked like a mischievous prince. She smiled softly… and began to touch his face with her fingers. "Can anyone be this lovely?" she said to herself.
But as soon as she remembered everything from the night, her neck automatically bowed. Her face turned pink, her lips trembled… and she hid herself slightly in the sheet. Then her gaze fell on Kiaan's lips. She looked for a moment… and then very lightly, very slowly, touched her lips to his. Just a screen-touch kiss… like leaving a secret love.
"Good morning, Mr. Overloaded Romance…" she smiled softly.
But the very next moment, she became alert. "Uff… everyone must have woken up by now!"
She got up quickly, quietly fixed her hair, adjusted her clothes, and gently opened the door. Without waking Kiaan, she left the room, hiding from her elders.
A little later…
Kiaan woke up. He turned… and as soon as he reached out his hand to the side, it was empty. His sleep broke… He blinked his eyes and scanned the entire bed. "Sweetheart…?" he called out sleepily.
But there was no answer. He sighed deeply… pulled the pillow and hid his face in it. "My shy wife ran away quietly again. Next time, I won't let you go anywhere."
A sweet, mischievous smile appeared on his face.
A little later, Vasundhara was in her room, taking out old-fashioned sarees and jewelry from the cupboard. Everything she wanted to give to her daughter-in-law, Urmi.
Just then, Yograj came from behind.
"What's going on, honey?" – he embraced her from the waist as soon as he arrived.
Vasundhara was startled for a moment, then said angrily, "Your age is increasing, and your shame is decreasing! Leave me, I have to give my daughter-in-law my family heirlooms and jewelry."
Yograj leaned towards her face, laughing, and tucking her hair behind her ear, he said, "So what should I do? My secret wife is so beautiful. To the world, I am single… but no one knows how much I love you…"
Even at this age, Vasundhara blushed at his flirtation. She quickly pulled her hand away and left the room with the sarees and jewelry.
But as soon as she stepped out, she suddenly remembered something. Viraj appeared in front of her, looking very classy and smart… but with the same cold expression on his face as always, as if he didn't care about anyone.
"Oh, Viraj beta, could you listen for a moment?" Vasundhara called out.
Viraj stopped and said without any extra expression, "Yes, Mom, tell me?"
Vasundhara came to him and handed him the packet of sarees and jewelry. "Give this to Urmi's room, beta… just tell her I sent it. I have some important work, so I can't go right now. And you also come down soon… everything is ready on the dining table."
Viraj took the packet, nodded slightly, "Okay Mom," and without saying anything else, he headed straight towards Urmi's room.
As Viraj reached the door of Urmi's room, his hand paused slightly on the door. For some reason… he felt a strange restlessness. Still… he gently knocked on the door. "Urmi…?"
There was no response from inside. He entered the room. The door was already unlocked. He called out once more. But there was no response. Then he heard a voice from the washroom, so he slowly started to move in that direction.
Continue....
As Viraj approached the washroom door, he was about to knock when the door suddenly opened, and Urmi stood before him. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair damp, and her body radiating the fresh glow of a post-bath. The moment her gaze met Viraj's, she froze in embarrassment. "A..G, you… here…?!"
Viraj was momentarily stunned, his eyes fixed on Urmi. His breathing slowed, and his heart rate increased. He tried to compose himself, but before he could, Urmi quickly stepped back, her foot slipping. Viraj instinctively caught her, holding her upright.
She was pressed against his chest, her wet hair fragrant, her soft skin exuding a tantalizing scent. The body wash she had used added to the intoxicating aroma. In that instant, Urmi's towel slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of her shoulder and a portion of her cleavage. A small mole adorned her otherwise flawless skin.
Viraj's eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze, but Urmi had already noticed. She swiftly moved back, re-wrapped the towel tightly around herself, and rushed to the dressing table, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Viraj remained standing, still holding the saree and jewelry, his eyes lingering on the spot where Urmi had been standing.
Urmi, meanwhile, was quickly drying her hair with a towel, her heart racing, and her face still flushed.
Viraj placed the saree and jewelry on the side table, his expression returning to its usual cold demeanor. "Mom sent this... a saree and some jewelry." His voice was devoid of emotion.
Urmi merely nodded, avoiding eye contact. As Viraj turned to leave, his footsteps halted at the door. His mind was torn between reason and desire.
The accidental touch still lingered in his mind, and his body reacted to the memory of her wet skin and the mole on her cleavage. Despite his efforts to resist, his self-control began to slip.
He clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. Suddenly, he turned back and entered Urmi's dressing area.
Urmi was startled, her eyes wide with fear as she saw Viraj approach. "You…?"
Viraj shut the door, his eyes locking onto Urmi's. This time, he didn't hide his emotions; his voice was low and intense. "Come here…"
Urmi's footsteps quickened as she approached Viraj, her heart racing. Viraj's eyes burned with desire as he grasped her delicate shoulders and pinned her against the wall.
"I need you… my toy…" he whispered in her ear, his breath caressing her skin.
The scene proceeded with intense and passionate moments between Viraj and Urmi.
Viraj's eyes raked over her entire body. Every curve, every tremor. She stood directly in front of him. Trembling, utterly helpless. Viraj's gaze seemed to read her completely. Then his eyes fixed on the mole on her chest… which seemed to stand out even more in the faint sheen of sweat. He leaned forward… coming close to her ear, and in a low but heavy voice said, "I want to eat your mole…"
His tone held no love, no respect, only a hunger, which was now unstoppable. Urmi’s breath caught. She pressed herself a little further against the wall, but Viraj cupped her face and, looking into her eyes, whispered, "You must be thinking I hate you. Yes, very much, but I can't seem to ignore you even if I want to… You're becoming a habit for me. Toy girl…!!"
And then he touched her mouth with his lips and filled his mouth with it, suckling it. He did it so rudely and wildly that Urmi felt intense pain. He bit her on the mole, making it red all around.
Her hands trembled as she tried to stop him, but he was relentlessly pressing her perfectly sized softness with his hand. And with his other hand, he was suckling the area with the mole.
His hands slid down to her waist and then to her ass, and he squeezed them hard. This caused tears to stream down Urmi’s face along with a loud cry, "Ahh…!!"
Viraj squeezed a little tighter and said, "Your butt is so soft. It’s fun to knead it. Toy girl…!!"
Urmi said nothing. He resumed his actions, his finger trailing down to her private area, caressing and touching her flower. Urmi’s breaths quickened. Before she could do anything, Viraj stopped. Looking at her trembling body intensely, he wiped his lips. "Toy girl, that's it for now… When I come back then……!!!"
He said this while his hand trailed down her lower back, and with an intense gaze, he looked at her again and left. As soon as Viraj left, Urmi stood there for a few moments. The warmth of his touch and the lingering shivers remained on her body. She slowly walked to the bathroom mirror. She looked at herself… and bowed her head.
Her lips were swollen… faint love bites on her neck, visible everywhere. She couldn't go to college like this. She quickly took a full-sleeved long kurti from the closet. Baggy jeans from below, and she wrapped a scarf around her neck. She tied her hair into a low, messy bun. To hide any traces, she didn't even apply kajal. She just picked up her bag, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
As soon as she came into the hall downstairs… everyone was sitting at the dining table. Kean looked at her the same way he always did.
Sweet, soft… and only looking at Urmi.
"Good morning, sweetheart…" he said with a faint smile.
Urmi forced a faint smile onto her face, nodded, and sat down. Viraj was sitting there. Silent, quiet, but with a strange restlessness on his face. He didn't react much, sitting there with his usual cold expression. After a while, he finished his breakfast, looked at his Rolex watch, and left without saying anything to anyone.
Vasundhara and Yograj just watched him leave, as if they were used to his cold behavior. Vasundhara looked at Urmi and said lovingly, "Eat quickly, dear… Aarav left for college a while ago. You're getting late too."
Urmi nodded. But somewhere inside, she was still trembling. What Viraj had done to her was still replaying in Urmi’s mind. But she didn't want to show it to anyone. After breakfast, Vasundhara went towards the kitchen, and Yograj also left.
Now only Kean and Urmi were at the dining table. Urmi got up to leave for college, but suddenly Kean grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him. The next moment… he sat her on his lap.
Very lovingly, tucking her hair behind her ears, he said, "Honey, give me a goodbye kiss… I don't get to see you all day, and you don't even reply to my messages, you're ignoring me like this. This is not fair!"
For a moment, Urmi forgot everything… the pain, the wounds… that Viraj had inflicted. Everything seemed to fade a little. A gentle smile appeared on her face. Kean leaned forward and kissed her forehead very softly. Urmi blushed immensely… her face turned completely pink.
But before Kean could say anything else…
Urmi remembered Viraj’s words, his behavior, everything again… and tears flowed from her eyes without a word. Kean was startled. "Honey! What happened? Are you in pain? Why are you crying?"
He asked very anxiously, as if her tears had shaken his heart. Urmi didn't say anything. She just said in a very soft voice, "We need to leave for college… we're getting late…"
And without waiting for a reply, she quickly got up and left. Kean just stared after her as she left. There was a restless worry in his eyes, which he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to.
"Sweetheart, you’re hiding something… What’s happened to you?" these questions began to echo in his mind like a voice. But Urmi was gone.
As soon as Urmi reached college, Pallavi was already standing by the gate, waiting eagerly for her. Seeing her, she ran and hugged Urmi tightly. "Oh my god… Urmi!!! You're completely revealed now…!! Everyone in college is talking about you!! They're all saying you've married Viraj Singhania! You've become absolutely royal, yaar… totally famous!!"
Pallavi's voice was filled with excitement… but Urmi's eyes started filling with pain.
"Viraj…" Hearing his name, those past events, those moments floated before her eyes again. Her throat choked up… she felt like leaving everything and sitting in a corner and crying her heart out. But… she somehow managed herself. Both of them were standing there. Just then, a familiar voice came from behind. "Urmi…!"
She turned… it was Vicky. Today, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. He said a little hesitantly, "You got married… and didn't even tell me?"
There were questions in his eyes, but no anger in his voice… just a lingering hope. Urmi remained silent.
She didn't feel like saying anything. "Everything happened so quickly that there was no time to tell anyone anything," Urmi replied in a slow, measured tone.
Having said that, she held Pallavi's hand and started walking away. Vicky was still standing behind… his eyes downcast, his lips pressed together. He had always liked Urmi. But now, the dice of his fate had been cast.
Pallavi turned and looked at Vicky for a moment; his eyes clearly showed sadness. Then she quietly walked with Urmi.
In the corridor, it was as if everyone's gaze was on Urmi. Every other boy was staring at her. Some with jealousy, some with surprise, and some with infatuation. The college's beautiful girl was now married. They were in shock thinking about this.
Her pictures in the blue gown had gone viral. Urmi's eyes were downcast. Pallavi had noticed her gait and the nervousness on her face.
"Yaar, is everything alright? Why do you look so sad?" Pallavi asked softly.
Urmi composed herself and forced a slight smile. "Oh, everything is fine. I've become so famous in college now, there's bound to be some worry!"
Pallavi teased her gently, "What's there to worry about, madam! Now you'll easily find a project partner… some senior will snatch you up in no time!"
Then, suddenly, a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
"And I'm going to ask Aarav directly, maybe he'll say yes to me!"
Urmi's face hardened slightly at that moment; a sting of pain… and jealousy. Of course, he's her husband now, and she's always hitting on one of her husbands. "Hey, he's my…" She stopped mid-sentence.
She said nothing, just started walking faster. So fast that it was difficult for Pallavi to keep up.
Suddenly, she bumped into someone. Urmi's head hit the strong chest of the person in front of her.
"Oof!!" She clutched her head.
Meanwhile, in the Singhania Group, Viraj's cabin.
Everyone in the company was engrossed in their files and screens, but Viraj Singhania was sitting in his glass cabin as usual. Emotionless, cold-hearted, with the same stern coolness on his face. He held a project file in his hands, but his eyes… were lost in other thoughts.
Just then, the door opened without a knock. A tall, extremely beautiful girl entered. She was wearing a straight-fit one-piece dress. Stylish, confident, and very attractive. Viraj looked up at her without any haste. His eyes said nothing… they were just calm. The girl came to his desk without a word and placed a pile of photos in front of him, perfectly on his desk. Viraj saw they were pictures of his and Urmi's wedding.
Questions swam in the girl's eyes. Her voice trembled, but it was strong. "What is this, Viraj? These… wedding photos? Wife? Why did you lie to me about getting married? If you were married, then who am I?"
Viraj looked at the photos for a while… then said in a very calm, cold tone, "I never lied to you.
I already told you… you can only be my girlfriend. My wife… will be someone else."
The girl was stunned for a few moments. "So what am I? Your mistress?"
Now she moved around the side of his desk and came closer, and in a moment, sat on Viraj's lap. The pose was sexy, but her eyes held only innocence.
Viraj tucked her hair behind her ear and said with a faint smile, "Darling… you are the queen of my heart. For me, you are my world. But this world will not know your name. Because you know the truth about my family.
The girl I married… is not just my wife, but also the wife of my two brothers. I didn't want to disobey my mom… and that's why this marriage had to happen."
The girl's reaction was not much. She already knew everything. This girl's name is Veronica.
She was his assistant at first, but later she approached him herself and became his girlfriend. She found out later. Viraj is from Kinnaur, Himachal Pradesh, where polyandry is still practiced.
She had already heard everything from Viraj about his family, customs, and the marriage. Even then… she didn't leave. Because Veronica didn't actually love him; she was only interested in his money. She remained his girlfriend so that she would always receive Viraj's treatment, a little affection, and money.
Meanwhile, at college, the one Urmi collided with.
He could only stare. Standing in front of him was Urmi… in a simple kurti… rubbing her head with innocence. And in her eyes, there was something… that stopped him for a moment.
As Urvi lifted her head slightly, her gaze fell directly on the boy's face… and just stopped there. That boy… a milky white face, wavy brown hair, and one eye blue, the other emerald green… like a hero straight out of a Hollywood movie. His pink lips and sharp jawline made Urvi pause in mid-air for a moment. Blushing, she quickly moved aside and said, "I’m sorry…!"
Just then Pallavi came running from behind, "Oh my god!"
She exclaimed, "So this is that international celebrity… Vansh Oberoi! Man… he's even more handsome than I heard! And look at our luck, all the hot guys are seniors… they never come into our class."
Vansh Oberoi… he didn't look away for a second. He just kept looking at Urvi. As if he had reached the last page of a book. He was so lost in her beauty that he couldn't hear any sound around him.
As Urvi was leaving, he called out, "Excuse me, Miss… your rubber band fell here."
As soon as Urvi turned back and took the rubber band he offered, Vansh said with a slight smile, "Miss Beautiful… may I know your name?"
Urvi's face went blank for a moment. Her heart stopped beating for a moment. The boy standing in front of her, his eyes, his style… everything felt like a scene from a movie. She didn't answer his question, and without saying a word, she slowly walked away from there.
Vansh remained standing there, watching her leave. Only one question swam in his eyes. "Damn, she is so beautiful."
Just then a boy came from behind and placed a hand on Vansh's shoulder. He smiled teasingly. "Urvi…!! Her name is Urvi. Wife of Viraj Singhania. You must have heard the name Singhania, right? Your choice is impeccable, bro, but she is married. So control your desires, brother…!"
Vansh was stunned for a second. A completely blank expression. He couldn't say anything. He just… his eyes followed Urvi, who was now far away.
For 1 minute, Vansh couldn't believe it. His friend Karan was his best friend. And he too had come here to India from the USA with him. To his college. Vansh, whose dad was American and mom Indian, but they had divorced. So he had lived with his dad since childhood. But due to his dad's sudden death, he had returned to India 6 months ago to live with his mom and stepdad. He had been a teenage celebrity in the USA. That's why he was in the news even a day before coming to college.
Vansh spoke with disbelief. "Wait… What? Seriously?"
Then, after a moment of silence, he looked at Karan. "You know what, bro, Viraj Singhania is my step-sister's boyfriend, so his wife? I can't believe it, man. It must be a 100% business deal. Not love."
A confident smile appeared on his lips. "So maybe I have a chance. And Vansh Oberoi never gives up without a fight…!"
In the classroom
In class, Urvi was quietly writing something in her notebook. And Pallavi, sitting next to her, was in a world of dreams. "Oh my god… an international celebrity… and now in our college!! One football player was missing, man… now a Hollywood hero type has also arrived! Such bad luck, why isn't he in our class!"
Urvi snapped her out of her dream world. "Pallavi… why do you melt whenever you see any boy?"
Pallavi pouted and said, "Shut up… Vansh and his best friend Karan... they both look like they stepped out of an Instagram reel! I'm totally smitten! Please, someone be my boyfriend."
Urvi suppressed a slight laugh and said, "First, think about who you'll do the presentation with… no one is ready to partner with us."
As soon as the lecture ended, both came to the canteen. Urvi was a little worried, Pallavi was still lost in dreams of Vansh. Then Aarav made an entry from the canteen gate. Completely in a sporty look, a cool attitude on his face, and a unique confidence in his eyes. All the girls just… "Wow" at him. He quietly came and sat with his group. Perhaps he had a football match soon.
A few seconds later… two shadows stopped in front of Urvi and Pallavi. As they looked up, Vansh and Karan were standing there.
Vansh said with a slight smile, "Hi Miss Beautiful Junior… I’m Vansh, your senior. Will you be my presentation partner? I can't find any other junior..."
Urvi's eyes widened for a moment… as if she couldn't speak. Vansh's gaze was fixed on her face. Her innocent eyes and slightly trembling lips… he just kept looking at her.
On the other hand, Karan looked at Pallavi. "Hi, I’m Karan… Vansh's best friend. Your name is Pallavi, right? Would you like to do the presentation with me?"
Pallavi's dream had come true. She stammered a reply, "Y-yes… of course… I mean… absolutely…"
Urvi listened carefully to Vansh… then without much hesitation, moving his hand away, she said, "No… I don't want any partnership with you."
Vansh fell silent for a second. He hadn't expected such a beautiful girl to refuse so coldly. Meanwhile, Urvi's gaze was no longer on Vansh, but on Aarav.
Who was sitting in his group in the distance… just watching them.
Although there was no particular reaction on his face, his eyes… were saying something. A slight prickle or perhaps just an unwanted unease.
But when he saw that Urvi was also looking at him, he immediately averted his gaze and started talking to his friends, as if nothing had happened. Vansh, who was noticing all this, his gaze shifted in the same direction. Seeing Aarav, the question echoed in his mind, "This is Viraj's younger brother… but why is Urvi looking at him?"
A slight doubt crept in… but then, Urvi took Pallavi's hand and said, "Let's go, Pallavi… let's leave from here."
But Pallavi quickly pulled her hand away and said, "If you don't want to, don't, but I'll do the project with Karan. You know if someone else refuses, we'll be left behind. What are you thinking… participate with Vansh!"
Urvi didn't pay attention to a single word she said. Her face was completely calm, but a lot was going on inside. She just quietly left from there. Vansh stood there for a moment… then started following her.
And Aarav, sitting there, couldn't help but look away. He didn't want to watch… but his eyes were drawn to Urvi again and again.
Vansh and Karan were now in their class. After this class, they had a football match. Aarav was sitting a short distance from their table. His face was completely calm, but his eyes… were saying a lot. His every expression… looking at Vansh and Karan was as if he would devour them raw. Today was their football match. Karan and Vansh were on the same team. The "Blue Dragons" and Aarav was captain of the "Red Hawks." All the girls were just waiting for the class to end so they could go to the ground and take their seats. These three boys had become the topic of gossip among the college girls. "Oh my god… all three are more handsome than the other!"
Meanwhile… Urvi, sitting in the corner of the class, was sitting quietly. Her mind was still entangled in Vansh's words. "Should I say yes…? Anyway, no other senior is left…" She tried to console herself. Pallavi, who had already eaten two biscuits, took a deep breath and said, "Enough now, man… come on, let's go to the football ground. If we don't get seats, it will ruin the fun. All three hot boys will be in front of each other and the match is going to be full-on intense."
Urvi heard Pallavi and replied without thinking, "No Pallavi… I don't want to go… last time there was a scene in front of everyone, and now I don't want to be in anyone's sight again."
Pallavi made a face, "You know what, you overthink a lot. Come on, quickly…!!" Urvi said again in a cold voice, "If you want to go, then go… I'll stay here."
But Pallavi was Pallavi. She held Urvi's hand and said laughingly, "Now will you come by yourself, or should I drag you?" And forcefully dragging her, she took her towards the stadium. Urvi hesitated a little, stopped a little… but gave in to Pallavi's stubbornness.
A short while later… as soon as both of them reached there, Pallavi suddenly said, "Oh shit! I didn't bring anything to cheer… you wait here, I'll be right back!" And she ran off quickly as if she had forgotten something.
Urvi was now standing alone. A little nervous, a little uncomfortable. The crowd, the seats, the noise… but her gaze was fixed on the ground. Just then… someone suddenly grabbed her hand… and without saying anything, pulled her inside a side washroom. The door closed… and then locked. Urvi's breath seemed to catch. "You?!" she whispered.
In front of her was Aarav. He was very close to her… not touching her, not saying anything… but their breaths were colliding… the atmosphere was completely silent, only their heartbeats were quickening. Urvi couldn't understand why Aarav was suddenly behaving like this. Her breath felt stuck. And then Aarav tightly held both her hands.
"You know what," Aarav's voice was a little stern now, "You are the daughter-in-law of the Singhania family… so pay a little attention to yourself, to your respect. Don't talk so friendly with every boy…"
Urvi's face turned pale. She was scared, her hands started trembling. She tightened her grip on her kurti and said in a small voice, "I… I just… didn't even talk properly… he was just talking for the project. Seniors-juniors had to participate together in college…"
Aarav was looking at her… her downcast eyes, her timid voice… everything seemed to stop him… but still, something was boiling inside him. He wanted to tell her right then that she wouldn't go with him. His project partner would be him. But the truth was, he had already teamed up with someone else, who was his girlfriend, and no one knew this… especially not Urvi.
For a moment, his eyes rested on Urvi's face. Then, as if startled by some thought, he stepped back. His face now had that cold expression again. "Do whatever you want… that’s fine," he said directly. "I just had to remind you which family you are a part of now…"
And with that, he turned… his shoulder brushed lightly against Urvi's hand, and he silently… without looking back, left. As soon as Aarav came out of the washroom, his speed increased even more. But his face was completely tight. As if he was fighting not with someone, but with himself.
Walking towards the stadium, his heart wasn't beating. Rather, it felt like it was being wounded. He forcibly pushed his hair back with his fingers. There was a hint of anger on his face. But at whom? At Urvi? Or at himself?
"What the hell…?" he muttered to himself. "What's happening to me? Why am I behaving so possessively? She didn't do anything… she was just talking… and I… shouted at her?" His throat was dry. His fists clenched involuntarily. "Shit… this girl… why is she so stuck in my head? She's just my brother's wife… the daughter-in-law of the Singhania family… and I… what am I doing?" His feet had reached the stadium gate, but his mind was still stuck in the washroom… and in Urvi.
Continue.....
As Aarav enters the stadium, the entire atmosphere falls silent for a second. And then, "Aarav!! Aarav!! Oh my god… look at him…!!"
Girls everywhere jump up from their seats. Some had even come wearing t-shirts with his name on them, while others were just there to see his face. Aarav walks onto the field with his team, his expression completely calm and serious. His hair is a little disheveled, his face set, and his gait… like that of royalty.
Meanwhile, Urmi is still standing outside the stadium, a little lost in thought, replaying the moment she just had with Aarav. But then, Pallavi comes running and grabs her hand. "Oh, you're late again… Come on, quickly… If we don't get seats, we'll have to watch the match standing!"
Without listening to her, Pallavi pulls Urmi by the hand, dragging her towards the stands. "Thank god… we got seats!" she says, sitting down with a laugh. "Now I'll get a good look… at Aarav, Karan, and Vansh… at everything!"
Urmi sits quietly, but her eyes are now also on the field, where her heart was somehow entangled. Aarav's entire team had now arrived on the field. Their jerseys bore the name "Red Horrors" – style, discipline, and dedication. The girls' crush level was still sky-high. The chant of "Team Aarav!! Team Aarav!!" echoed.
…And then, from the other side, they enter. "Blue Dragon." It wasn't just a team, but they had a legendary presence, as this team was also quite famous. They were an international team, and their leaders, Vansh and Karan, were internationally renowned. So, naturally, they had their own craze here too. Vansh Oberoi and Karan Thakur.
In different jerseys, but with a style and swagger that forced the girls to divide their attention. "Oh my god… Vansh… you're burning, man! Look at Karan's attitude… Uff…!!"
The entire college atmosphere was now in high-energy mode. Three names were now echoing the most in the stadium: Aarav… Vansh… and Karan. And Urmi, just quietly watching everything.
The first half of the match had begun. The Blue Dragon team, with Vansh and Karan, were making a splash with their fast, sharp plays and individual goals, setting the crowd on fire. The Red Horse team, Aarav's team… considered the most powerful team in college, seemed to be faltering a bit today.
"Goooal!!" Blue Dragon scored another goal, and cheers erupted in the crowd again. The girls were going wild. "Vansh!! Karan!! I love you!!"
"No, no… no one has a body like Aarav's!!"
The stadium had become so charged that no one could figure out who to support and who not to. Everyone's heart was divided into three parts. But amidst all this… Aarav's face was filled with tension and anger. His gaze kept returning to Vansh.
He didn't know. Was his anger at the match? Or at Vansh talking to Urmi? He just kept kicking the football with all his might, but his focus was completely off. Pallavi was watching this too and thinking, "What has happened to Aarav? He seems to have forgotten how to play today…"
Meanwhile… Urmi, sitting in the stands… was deep in thought. The way Aarav had held her hand… and the way he had spoken… it was all swirling in her mind. She was sitting here, but her mind was elsewhere. She wasn't seeing anything in front of her, nor was she interested in the football match, nor was there any sparkle in her eyes. She was lost in her thoughts. "Why did he do that…?" her heart felt restless.
His touch was still making her soul tremble.
She was neither happy nor angry… just confused.
Match score. Blue Dragon - 3, Red Horse - 1. The commentary echoed. "Will the Red Horse team lose today? Or will Aarav do something amazing in the last minute…?"
The match had now entered its second round. This time, Aarav was fully focused. His eyes showed not anger, but pure passion. Every pass, every kick now showed his commitment. And then, one goal after another… the Red Horse team won the second round.
The stadium erupted with cheers of "Aarav! Aarav! Aarav!"
Now it was time for the final round. Tension was evident on everyone's faces, as if everyone's heart was in their hands.
Karan scores the first goal. Aarav scores the second. The score was now tied.
"Next goal… the winning goal!" A strange silence fell over the stadium. Every heartbeat could be heard. Passing started. The ball went to Vansh, then Aarav,
Then Karan… and as Karan starts to run to score, Aarav rushes in and blocks him.
The ball spins in the air and lands directly at Vansh.
Vansh doesn't waste a second; he kicks with all his might to score. But the ball starts to go out of the stadium. And right there, standing in front of it, is Urmi.
Directly in the path of the ball. Her feet seemed frozen.
She couldn't move, nor could she speak. Everyone held their breath.
"Urmi!!!" And then… Aarav and Vansh… both run at the same time. For a moment, time seemed to stop. They both reached her and stood in front of her, blocking the ball. Urmi was saved. A sudden silence fell over the stadium. Then, Vansh suddenly smiles. "Trick shot… timing is everything, bro!!"
He turns, picks up the ball, and takes one last kick towards the goalpost. And it's a GOAL!!! Blue Dragon team WINS!!
The crowd went wild. Cheers, whistles, claps, screams…
But Urmi was still standing there. Her eyes were on both of them, who had stood as a wall in front of her. Once again, Urmi had indirectly caused Aarav to lose the match, and now his eyes were on her, filled with anger. When Urmi notices him, she gets very nervous because last time too, the match had been stopped because of her. And this time too…!!
On the other side, Virat…
Singhania Corporate Tower. In a glass-walled meeting room, Viraj sat in his expensive suit, his face as emotionless as ever… his voice cold and firm.
Just then, his assistant entered and whispered in his ear, "Sir… Veronica Ma'am is in your cabin. And she said, it's an urgent personal meeting."
The mere words 'urgent' and 'personal' brought a crooked smile to the corners of Viraj's lips.
"Cancel this. We'll reschedule," Viraj glanced at his watch and rose from the meeting. It was evening.
The cabin door opened. And there stood Veronica, in a red bodycon dress, with intent in her eyes and a spark in her gait.
She walked slowly towards Viraj, her body language conveying her intentions without a word. Viraj also didn't need to say much.
It was as if he had been waiting for this.
Girls, their delicateness, their infatuation, and their bodies were Viraj's old habit… and a favorite game. Despite being a playboy, Viraj presented a good personality to the world. Veronica wasn't just his assistant; she was a 'girlfriend' who knew everything but was still with him because Viraj wasn't just rich, he was intoxicating. He pulled her close and captured her lips with his.
Veronica was also responding fully. Because Viraj's muscular body, his roughness, his energy,
For her, it was an addiction. Whether it was love or not, she enjoyed doing all this with him.
But then… something strange started happening. Viraj's eyes closed… and he saw… Urmi's face… her innocent face, her silent standing…
Her big, innocent eyes.
His intense mood slowly began to turn into restlessness. His entire mood soured. He was still holding Veronica in his arms, but his grip was no longer the same. Veronica noticed. She bit him lightly, to remind him she was there. Viraj responded. In the same way, and a little more roughly. But… something felt odd with Viraj today.
Suddenly, he stopped. "Stop…! Get out…!!"
Viraj gently pushed her away and stepped back.
Veronica was a little shocked, but this wasn't the first time. Viraj had done this before. When he was in the mood, he would pounce on her like a madman, and when he wasn't, he would dismiss her as if she meant nothing to him, just a tool for satisfaction. Because of this, she sometimes felt like breaking up with Viraj.
But how could she let such a huge opportunity slip through her fingers? Veronica picked up her purse without a word. As she opened the door, she turned back. "I need your card… I’m going shopping."
Viraj took out his wallet without speaking and threw his golden card towards her. "Swipe as much as you want."
Veronica smiled. Because if not love, then money and power always stayed. She left. And Viraj sat back in his chair. But now, there were no files in front of him, only Urmi's eyes.
Viraj leaned back slightly in his office chair.
A playful smile appeared on his face. Mischievous, but deep. His eyes were half-closed,
And in his mind, there was only one face… Urmi's.
"It seems… I've become her addiction…" he whispered with a slight smile. He closed his eyes. And as if feeling the moisture of Urmi's lips, the innocence of her eyes, and the echo of her breath. "Today... I want her... Tonight, I want all of her raw, undone, bloody mine."
There was a cold, slow, but intense fire in his voice. Then, taking a deep breath, he covered his forehead with his palms.
The class was over, most students had left. Urmi and Pallavi were about to leave when Vansh appeared before them. Hands in his pockets, he smiled stylishly and said, "So Miss Beautiful Junior… what did you think? Tomorrow is the last date, do give me your answer."
And then, with a slight smile, he walked away. Karan followed, looking at Pallavi and saying, "Bye Junior…"
Just hearing this, Pallavi placed her hand on her heart, "Oh my god… Karan spoke to me..!!"
Urmi looked at her with annoyance, "Why do you always fall for handsome guys?"
They both walked ahead laughing, but then Vicky came in front of them. Before Urmi could understand anything, he pulled her close and hugged her tightly. "I've loved you for a long time… I know you're married… but I just wanted to say…"
Then, he suddenly stepped back, his eyes downcast.
"Sorry… I hugged you without asking… but I still want to be your friend. Please don't ever go away from me…"
Saying this, he left without hearing anything. Urmi stood there, completely shocked. On the other hand, Aarav, who was about to approach her at that very moment… had seen everything. He stood there for a few seconds, and then as he was about to step forward, Purvi hugged him tightly from behind.
There weren't many people left in the college, so Purvi was openly showing her feelings. And Aarav… who had just been about to approach Urmi. He froze. Then he also pulled Purvi into his arms. But his eyes were still on Urmi.
Looking into Aarav's eyes, Purvi asked innocently, "I can't even love you properly in front of the whole college… now give me lots of kisses…"
Purvi was very beautiful to look at. Delicate, innocent, and slightly short. She was in Urmi's class, but even she paled in comparison to Urmi's beauty. Her height barely reached Aarav's shoulder. Aarav still loved her… but for some reason, his mind was preoccupied with someone else at that moment. Preoccupied… with Urmi.
Meanwhile, outside the college, Pallavi and Urmi had left. Urmi was still a little disturbed. Vicky's words, Vansh's strange attention, and Aarav's unexplained behavior were all running through her mind at once. But Pallavi… as always, spoke playfully,
"The project is about to start and I'm excited! It'll be fun, man!"
"And when this project is over… the next one is outdoors! Outside college! Meaning a chance to roam around! Now it's just party after party!"
Then, looking at Urmi, she became a little serious and said, "Listen sis… don't take Vicky's words seriously, I suspected he liked you… but you're married. And Vansh… you don't need to get too close to him, understand? Otherwise, things will get complicated…"
Urmi remained silent… she wanted to say something… but perhaps she had nothing to say at the moment.
Meanwhile, Kiyan's shooting was in full swing. The camera was on, the lights were sharp, and everyone was in position. But in the scene, the female lead in front of him kept coming in too close. With every dialogue, she touched Kiyan in strange ways… when it wasn't required in the scene. Kiyan initially ignored it… but as soon as the girl came close to his shoulder again and made some unnecessary movement, Kiyan quickly grabbed her and pushed her away.
The girl fell to the ground, losing balance, and clutched her waist. "What the hell…!" she shouted angrily.
The director immediately chimed in, "Cut! Cut! Cut!!"
The entire set fell silent. Kiyan adjusted his clothes, cleaning them as if the girl's dirty touch had stained them. He stood before the camera, gazing at the girl. In a cold tone, Kiyan said, "If you didn't know… the director didn't tell you to come close. You were just supposed to act… so act."
The girl felt embarrassed as crew members, camera personnel, and other actors stood around, watching. This was a public insult.
The scene started again. The director's voice echoed, “Camera... Rolling! Action!”
This time, the girl controlled herself. Her movements showed nervousness, but she acted as if everything was fine. Kiyan recited his dialogues with a cold, emotionless expression on his face… but his eyes remained fixed on the girl. A single glance from him was enough to keep her at bay.
The scene ended.
"Cut! Okay, good take!" the director said.
Everyone applauded. But as soon as the cameras stopped rolling, the girl angrily grabbed her script and walked away. She muttered to herself, “I wonder how famous he is…! Why do girls die over him…? He's such a big film star, but he's so rude!”
She threw the script and stopped, then softly mumbled, “And what am I saying… I'm also crazy about him… damn it…”
On the other side…
Urmi had reached home. As she crossed the gate, she seemed to hold her breath all day. The house was eerily silent. There was no one… no noise, no movement.
Suddenly, Parvati, whom everyone lovingly called "Paro," emerged from the kitchen with a towel in hand. As soon as she saw Urmi, her face lit up with joy.
"Little mistress… you're back! The big mistress is out somewhere. Why don't you freshen up, and I'll get dinner ready for you?" Paro said with a gentle smile.
But Urmi's eyes were moist. She stood still… and softly said, "No, Paro… let everyone come in first… then we'll have dinner together."
Paro looked at her face, seeing fatigue, emotion, and loneliness. Without saying a word, she nodded… and Urmi slowly walked towards the stairs.
A little while later, Arav also arrived home. Paro knew he'd freshen up before coming down, so she didn't say anything. Arav quietly entered his room.
Although his face showed no reaction, his mind kept thinking about Urmi. Whether he admitted it or not, his attention kept drifting back to her.
He entered his room, freshened up, and opened his laptop to do some college work. Suddenly, he heard Urmi's scream. The voice was so loud and frantic that Arav got scared. Without hesitation, he jumped up from his chair and rushed towards Urmi's room.
As Arav entered Urmi's room, he saw her standing on the bed, her face pale with fear. "Urmi?" he asked, a bit scared.
Urmi stared at him for a few moments, then climbed down, but suddenly shouted again, "Ah… save me…!!"
And climbed back onto the bed.
Arav couldn't understand what was happening. Then, he spotted a small cockroach in the room. He rolled his eyes, looked at it, then at Urmi… and stifled a laugh, slightly annoyed. "What the hell! A cockroach…! You scared me like that? You shook the whole house!"
Urmi was still curled up on the bed, her innocent face showing fear. Arav had seen the cockroach, now crawling in the corner of the room. He took a deep breath and said, "Alright… I'll get it out."
Urmi immediately said, "Please don't kill it… just take it out…"
Arav grumbled, "First, you save your life, and now you want me to spare its life! You made me lose my temper today."
Urmi didn't say anything to him, but she thought to herself, "Why did I need to be saved…?" Arav picked up a paper and moved towards the cockroach… but just then, the cockroach suddenly flew towards him. Arav quickly stepped back, and his foot hit the wall. Urmi's eyes widened… then a slight smile appeared on her face. "You were scared too."
Arav felt a bit embarrassed but saved his pride. "No… it just came suddenly…"
As Arav moved the paper towards the cockroach, it fluttered and flew straight onto his face. "Ah–!!" Arav got completely startled, stumbled… and fell directly on Urmi. Urmi's breath seemed to stop. She was on the bed… and Arav was very close to her… so close that their breaths touched.
For a few seconds, Arav's eyes locked with Urmi's… he seemed lost in those innocent eyes and her beautiful face. Urmi's heartbeats were uncontrollable… her lips trembled, but she couldn't say anything. Arav himself wasn't sure what he was doing.
As Aarav regained consciousness... he jerked himself up and stood from over Urmi. His face flushed with embarrassment... and his eyes darted around, as if searching for an excuse.
Urmi also got up slowly, her breathing now a little more normal. But her face was still a light pink... perhaps more from shock, and a little from shame. There was a moment of silence between them... neither spoke.
Without looking at her, Aarav gently opened the door and stepped out. As soon as he was outside... he muttered to himself in a low voice, "What the hell... why did I even go into her room...? Panicking so much over a cockroach...!"
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and quickly headed towards his room. He closed the door and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. "Just relax Aarav... it was just a cockroach... and just a girl..."
Meanwhile, as soon as Urmi saw Aarav leave the room, she let out a deep sigh. Then she immediately started looking around. Was the cockroach still there? Her eyes scanned the floor, then the walls... and as she saw the corner empty, she felt a sense of relief.
"Uff..." she muttered to herself and sat on the bed.
On the other side... Viraj started the car. There was a different kind of heat in his eyes. A slow, yet mischievous smile played on his lips. Touching his lips lightly, he murmured, "The craving is intense today... Toy girl, I won't show you any mercy today."
His car was now heading towards the mansion. There was longing in his eyes... but a dangerous intention was also hidden within.
Vasundhara and Yograj were already at the dining table. It was quite late, so dinner was about to be served. Vasundhara looked at Paro and said, "Go call Urmi, dinner is ready."
Paro was about to leave when Urmi appeared, descending the stairs. She was in her nightdress. A simple yet fitted outfit, which was fully covered... yet her innocent beauty and tenderness were not hidden from anyone.
Her hair was loose, and even without makeup, she looked beautiful.
Aarav's gaze was fixed on her. He couldn't say anything, his eyes wouldn't leave her face. There was something about her that, even after seeing her every day... felt different today.
And then... Viraj made his entrance. His gait had the same composure and impact, but his eyes... stopped directly on Urmi. He looked at her for a few moments... and then a slight, very faint smile flickered on his lips.
A smile that no one else could see.
Vasundhara saw Viraj and said, "Son, quickly freshen up. It's time for dinner."
Viraj simply said a soft "Yes," and went upstairs. Urmi now walked towards the dining table with a quiet stride... and sat down. Seeing Viraj reminded her of the morning's conversation, which caused her face to fall instantly.
A little later...
Viraj came down, ready. He wore a simple white shirt and gray lowers. He looked smart as always. His hair was a little messy, and there was a faint, mysterious smile on his face.
Urmi felt uneasy seeing him... she panicked for a moment. Viraj sat down directly next to Urmi without a word.
Urmi felt like she had to hold her breath. She started gripping her lowers tightly with her fingers... as if steadying herself. Everyone was busy with their plates, but Viraj's eyes kept darting to Urmi. Aarav was also glancing at Urmi occasionally, but remained silent.
Urmi was eating slowly, but suddenly her throat got choked. She started coughing. Viraj immediately, as if acting, patted her back, but his hand slowly moved from her back to her waist... and he gripped her waist from below, squeezing it. Urmi winced slightly in pain. But she kept her voice within her lips.
Urmi was scared, but couldn't say anything in front of anyone. She started drinking water, but was very nervous inside. Then Viraj placed his hand on her thigh for a moment and lightly started to move his fingers there. Urmi froze. His fingers slowly started moving towards her private area. Urmi's heartbeat quickened.
Viraj very slowly, came close to her ear and said,
"Toy girl... come to my room."
As Viraj left, he didn't look back even once. He went straight towards his room, but Urmi felt like her life had drained away. She sat there for a while... breathing lightly... as if she still couldn't believe what he had said.
Her face looked tired, and her eyes were fearful. Then her gaze went towards the gate. Kian hadn't arrived yet. She remembered... Vasundhara had said he was busy with a shoot, and would probably be late today.
But... today she needed him the most.
She just wished he would come... and she could forget everything by hugging him. But time passed... and Kian didn't come.
Everyone had finished dinner and gone to their respective rooms. Aarav also left quietly without saying anything.
But Urmi remained seated on the sofa in the drawing-room. She glanced at her phone screen... there was no message or call from Kian. Her heart sank even further.
She rested her elbow on the sofa armrest and just kept looking towards the door, perhaps... hoping he would come now. But... the door didn't open.
Suddenly her phone vibrated slightly... a message flashed on the screen. For a moment, her eyes lit up. "Maybe it's his message..."
She quickly picked up the phone and unlocked the screen.
But as soon as she read the message... her hands started trembling. There was only one line on the phone screen. "Toy girl... if you don't come, understand... I will become 10 times wilder than I am already going to be."
All the light had gone from Urmi's face. Her heart started beating wildly... and her eyes filled with fear.
The phone almost fell from her hands. With a jolt, she looked around. Everyone in the house was in their rooms. She was completely panicked. She couldn't scream, couldn't say anything to anyone. Her eyes just filled with tears at the thought of Kian.
"Kian... why haven't you come yet..."
Her heart was screaming... but the sound wouldn't come out of her throat. She slowly got up... and for one last time, she looked back at the entire hall... everything was quiet. Only her fear was screaming.
She took a deep breath... and with trembling steps, she moved towards the stairs. At every step, her feet wanted to stop... but Viraj's message... his threat... pushed her towards each next step of the stairs.
She had reached the top now... Viraj's room... was just ahead. She felt as if this room was not a door, but a cage... Her trembling hand moved towards that door.
As it opened, a strong, firm hand... suddenly grabbed Urmi's hand.
"Ah...!" a soft scream escaped Urmi's lips.
But before she could say anything, her entire body collided with someone's chest. Someone had pulled her very close to their body... so close... that her heartbeats were hitting against the stranger's chest.
With one hand, he held her waist tightly and with the other, he gently turned her neck. Viraj's intoxicated eyes looked at her lips, and the next moment he crashed onto her lips fiercely, forcefully kissing her and sucking her lips. He was kissing very aggressively, causing Urmi a lot of pain. She tried to stop him with her small hands, but Viraj held her tightly, his hands gripping her neck.
And he continued to French kiss her non-stop. Urmi wasn't responding at all. She just wanted to get out of this forced kiss. But Viraj showed no signs of stopping.
Continue.....
