P&P with a twist IV - Page 23

Happy birthday Nisha di🥳🎂❤

Wish you a very happy birthday Nisha! May you always receive as much joy in your life as you provide us with your stories!🥳

Happy Birthday Nisha!

Happy Birthday Nishaaaa ♥️

Happy Birthday Nisha, and many happy returns of the day!

Happy Birthday Nisha 🎂

Have a wonderful day!

Sun & the moon

She went to spend the night with a girlfriend two blocks down from the event in Munirka

She returned next morning, he looked like he was out on his run, the house was quiet

She showered and dressed for work when he returned

Half way through wearing her chunky fake silver earrings she heard the door to the lawn open

He didn’t expect her he leaned on the door jamb and ogled at her

She wore the other earring pretending to stay calm

“Where did u go?” he questioned

“A friend… Deepti’s house” she mumbled pausing and turning to face him

“Off to work?” he asked waving a hand

“Hmm… why are u running so late?”

“I did not get home until 3 ish”

“Oh?” “WHERE did u go?” she worried

“Just out with friends”

“Oh?” “Um… OK”

He approached the sink to shave

“Your damp towels from last night are shoved into your tee shirt shelf” she growled

“Ha”

“U are making good clean teeshirts wet”

“Noted”

“sarcastic ban rahe ho?” she questioned irritated

He paused sighing

They both glared at each other

He walked up to her

“U were policing me Viveka Mathur”

“Fine… do what u want”

She turned

He walked around and blocked her way

“I spoke to Mum” he growled

Her face paled

Satyen and Raanav didn’t know this… or maybe they did

But Viveka knew

Viveka knew nothing good can ever come of confronting Smrita Parashar

She was not a person who liked to be told what she did wrong

Satyen had said something about the buffet arrangement one two months ago after he returned from the hospital… a breakfast food layout

She had given him a big lecture on how “scientifically” her layout was, and there was indeed no other way, even though the silverware was behind a large steaming bowl of oatmeal

Satyen had chuckled amused and had left her alone not caring to argue

She ran the show

She was loved and loved to show it.

Deep down Smrita believed her only value was in being beautiful and where was she going to find another rich guy at 60. As supportive as satyen was he had trained her to think she couldn’t survive on her own, or Smrita had developed that perception all by herself and it was convenient to ascribe it to Satyen

It was all smoke and mirrors last night Smrita had done everything she could to dissociate herself from her texts and condescending assertions to Viveka.

Her false and melodramatic behavior last night may have been bought by her son, she did not know but she was going to keep at it.

The younger middle class DIL was enemy number one

Nothing is going to change that

“Kya kaha tumne?”

“Uhh,,,” he sighed

“I told u I can take care of my battles” she was upset

“the Mathur ego is hurt now?”

“Shut up” she whispered angrily

“Thank you would suffice”

“I was going to talk to her”

“Well I did it”

“I was not home last night I was not about to cancel my evening and show up to tell your mother off”

He thought about the sun and the moon how they were trapped in unchangeable orbits, co existing but never close, his Mum and Viveka would be like that

He nodded

“You think that was pure bravado” she was insulted he thought she did not have a spine to stand up for herself

“We fought about it, I had to address it with her”

“U didn’t have to”

“Stop” he hissed near her lips “she texted me in the morning this is not about you Viveka Mathur”

They hovered near each other like a moth and fire

“It is about me” she said weakly

“Well the text was sent to me. You can deal with the civil uncivil thing on ur own” he lied

He had actually addressed the very same thing with his mother.

“U act like u don’t need my help and continue reiterating you are injured” he scowled

“Tumne shuru ki hai ladai Raanav Parashar” she smacked his crossed arms gently with the back of her hand. “Hurt or not I can fight my own battles”

He grabbed her hand and gently pushed her back against the sink

They jostled for each others’ touch and to inhale each others’ breath

He was sweaty after the run, she smelled like a garden in spring as always

They both made faint sounds trying to best each other

“We can ride together if u like” Rakshit announced from the bedroom, approaching the bathroom/dressing room area, he was responding to Raanav’s texts about a work meeting at 11

Raanav had managed to plant his face on her neck and drag it down her smooth skin to as much as her saree and blouse neckline would allow

Viveka quickly stumbled turning away, red faced pretending to find something from the marble sink area

“U plan this shit don’t u” Raanav cursed walking out to greet his brother

They argued about who enters whose room unannounced more

Viveka walked past the arguing men after a nod and smile in Rakshit's direction

Her side eye to Raanav revealed he was still looking at her

“U plan this shit don’t u” Raanav cursed walking out to greet his brother

They argued about who enters whose room unannounced more

Viveka walked past the arguing men after a nod and smile at Rakshit

Her side eye to Raanav revealed he was still looking at her

Rakshit seems to enjoy entering unannounced to see them argue. Unfortunately this time it wasn’t the argument alone which he interrupted.

Ranaav why do you enter his room unannounced? Viveka Mathur and Ranaav Parashar address the issue on hand.

I think Viveka understands Smrita the best. she is like one of her unruly students.

Happy Birthday Nisha 🎉🎉🎉