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The whole house was eerily silent. The dwellers of Oberoi mansion were awake but everybody's mood was so off by the events of the evening. All sat in their own rooms after hearing the fight of the month, in the living room , loud and clear. Rudra sat nursing his hot chocolate in Om's room, as the latter sketched on his canvas.
Annika bhabhi vs Shivaay bhaiya , in the living room , 10p.m.. Showdown!
Sometimes Rudra wondered what kind of love these two shared. Somehow they made it work. Every time they fought Rudra had worried that divorce papers would arrive the next morning or Bhabhi's bags would be packed. But it never happened, never in the last year of marriage.
But boy, was Annika bhabhi super mad today. They had all gone to the Sinha family bash this evening, and it was all fine until Shivaay bhaiya blew a fuse. They were mingling among businessmen and Annika bhabhi was involved too, because she was, after all, the event management specialist for the rich and famous.
Her own business was thriving, and people sought her out at parties, to book dates with her to organize their events. She had a full calendar, and was having a hard time telling pushy rich people that she really couldn't fit anymore engagements.
Shivaay bhaiya was patiently observing her attempts to politely throw off Mr. Khurana, who (according to an irate Shivaay) was using his mother's 60th birthday party as a ruse to flirt with his wife. She told him outright, she had no free dates and that she was sorry, but the stubborn piece of slime just wouldn't take no for an answer!
Mr Khurana had cut in during her conversations with her other acquaintances, raised his glass in a toast to the Best Event Manager in Mumbai, the man was making a very public fool of himself over Annika Bhabhi. He watched Shivaay bhaiya seethe with irritation.
Then, during a slow dance, shameless Mr. Khurana had the audacity to ask to cut in between Bhaiya and Bhabhi ! Om and himself watched as Bhaiya coolly said a frosty, No, you may not., and continued dancing with his wife. Bhabhi looked embarassed as she shook her head, and stroked Bhaiya's upper arm in an attempt to calm him down.
Mr. Khurana the Weird, waited for the music the change, and quickly snatched up Bhabhi for the next dance. Bhabhi looked horrified and Bhaiya moved fast as lightning. In a loud bang and flash, Mr Khurana the Foolish, was lying flat on his bum, holding his nose in his hand courtesy of Bhaiya's right hook.
The whole place was openly staring at the usually cool and icy SSO, who had just punched a fellow businessman for touching his wife. The women smiled appreciatively , as his contemporaries gulped at his brute anger.
Consensus was Don't mess with Shivaay Singh Oberoi's wife.
Annika made a hasty exit , bundled herself and her idiot husband in their car, the rest of the Oberois didn't want to stay back to answer the questions. Om and himself went back with Bhaiya and Bhabhi. There was more fireworks to be exploded in the car.
" What was that Shivaay? WHy did you have to hit him!?"
"What do you mean, WHY? He was being a right pain in the butt, following you around like a slobbering puppy!!"
"He's a businessman, Shivaay. Not a dog. Don't be mean!"
"Why isn't this upsetting you? The man was all over you! Wouldn't leave you alone ! Despite my being there!?! What nonsense! "
"Newsflash,, Shivaay. This is what dealing with businessmen are like, if you are a woman. They flirt to get their way, they think its a good bargaining tactic."
"WHAT! That means this happens to you all the time?"
Bhabhi shrugged nonchalantly.
"The man wanted me to manage his mother's party quite desperately. I told him no, and he's trying to bargain his way into my calendar by flirting, instead of just offering me a raised price offer. If you didn't punch him, he would've have eventually gotten round to offering twice my rates to insert his influence. It's what rich people do, Shivaay."
Bhaiya was gaping at her , as us two in the back seat looked left and right repeatedly, like watching a tennis match.
"Why do you do this job, do tell me again? Why does MY wife have to fob flirtatious men off her. You're a married woman, you're wearing my mangalsutra with sindhoor, and men still behave that way?! That's atrocious! I don't like it Annika ! What are you doing to encourage this kind of attention , huh? "
Om and I gaped in the back seat, as Annika bhabhi turned in slow motion to give Bhaiya a sharp daggered stare.
" Let me get this right.. Are you suggesting that I somehow attracted this kind of attention to myself?" Each word was pronounced carefully to enunciate the message, Think very carefully before you respond Shivaay.
Bhaiya swallowed furtively, as he lowered his voice to a lower pitch, "Well, there wouldn't be smoke without a fire.." he mumbled. Bhabhi bristled, turned and opened her passenger car door, as the BMW screeched to a halt. She jumped out and walked away at a different angle, as we all shouted in unison for her to come back.
Parking the car at the curb, Bhaiya jumped out to go after her. Om went into the driver's seat and followed them slowly as they fought and walked their way back home. The whole way Bhabhi was ranting and pushing his hands off, and Bhaiya kept looking at the sky in irritation.
They reached home in a huff. Bhabhi was about to go up when Bhaiya shouted aloud.
"I forbid you to work anymore ! And that's it. No. I will not have my wife work in these conditions!!"
"Excuse me? Who asked YOUR permission for me to work huh?" came the reply, as the audience gasped. Chote Ma sat and held her head, as Ma frowned at Shivaay's chauvinistic display.
"I will not be around to box every man who flirts with you to get your contract !! "
"Who said, every man flirts to get a contract? It was ONE guy from a handful! "
"ONE is enough! I won't have my wife being an object of attention! "
"Well, I AM NOT GOING TO QUIT MY JOB !! " came the ultimatum, loud and clear, as Bhabhi marched off to the bedroom. Ma snorted condescendingly at Shivaay and walked off too. Bhaiya stood huffing and puffing, everyone disappeared discreetly.
Bhaiya now came to Om's room to join us, with his pillow and blankets. Both of us laughed our heart out at Bhaiya's trite face and discomfort. He said Bhabhi had thrown his clothes and pillows out and locked the doors and windows.
"Bhaiya , you shouldn't have shouted at Bhabhi. What happened today, wasn't her fault. You should have given that moron a few more punches ! He is the fool who couldn't take no for an answer." I teased.
"Taking her occupation and independence away is not cool, Shivaay," Om countered.
"I know..I know... I just don't know how to keep her safe from all these idiotic people! I mean, who would flirt with a married woman? With her husband right there? " Bhaiya complained.
" Ummm, I dunno, remember Tia? The very much married woman who wanted to marry you, disguising her husband as her brother? Remember that? You had no idea, and Annika bhabhi had to save you from her clutches. Yaad hai?" I rubbed some salt into Bhaiya's wound, with a sweet smile.
"Shit ..." he said, as the memory returned. Bhaiya's face turned comically sad.
"She's probably crying in there..." he murmured. A loud thunderbolt struck the sky as torrential rains threatened to belt down. A few seconds later, the lights went out through out the house.
With an exclamation, I scrambled for the torch app in my phone. With some light, Om and I found Bhaiya gone. Making our way to the corridor , we saw him kicking his bedroom door down and running in. In the dim torchlight, we found Bhaiya holding Bhabhi in his arms as he searched for some candles.
I sighed. I hope to have a love like this someday.
❤️Anisa
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