Singhaniyas: the name itself sent shivers down the people's body. They were powerful and filthy rich. Hotels, diners, pubs, clubs...almost 90 percent of everything in Rajasthan was owned by them. They were surrounded by fame, limelight, money, camer...
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"What the actual fuck?"
Five heads turned towards simran as the curse left her mouth seeing the mansion they live. It was 30 minutes away from the mansion she was staying till now. This one was on the modern side.
What shocked the five of them was that the little petite girl could swear. "No swearing..." It left Vivaan's mouth almost involuntarily. Ayansh nodded in agreement. Siya and Arushi exchanged raised eyebrows with their husbands, while Aryan looked at his "babygirl" with amusement.
Simran cringed upon hearing the warning. Even Vivaan realized the absurdity of rebuking a 19-year-old for swearing, considering he might have started swearing practically from birth. Yet, he couldn't help but feel protective towards her. "What am I? Six or seven?" Simran countered, effectively sealing Vivaan's mouth.
Siya sighed and mentally giggled at her husband's unintentional paternal reaction. "Chalo chalo, don't waste time here. And Simran, let us show you around the mansion." Siya ushered all of them inside. Arushi, the ever-enthusiastic one, couldn't help but gush, "Yeah, the only thing these brothers possess that will make you drool."
As they followed Siya inside, Arushi felt a pull on her hand. She suddenly found herself in close proximity to a hard chest, and hot breaths fanned over her neck. "The only thing you find drooling about us is the mansion, huh?" Ayansh whispered, his voice lower than usual.
Arushi gulped, feeling an unexpected surge of heat. She licked her lips to wet them, but her voice still trembled. "Yeah..." She hated how vulnerable Ayansh could make her feel. The smirk on Ayansh's face widened; he had found one of the few things that could make Arushi weak and tremble, and he was enjoying every moment.
Lowering his tone to a husky whisper, Ayansh teased, "Then, baby, you'll be in for a surprise when I let you see something way smaller than this mansion but can make you gag and drool way more than this." And with that provocative remark, he left her, flustered and caught off guard.
Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Simran was captivated by the elegant and beautiful interior. Lost in admiration, she didn't notice Aryan until she bumped into him. "Sorry," she rushed out, but before she could leave, he caught her wrist and pulled her closer.
The proximity was too close for comfort, and Simran could feel Aryan's hot breath on her face. He looked down at her, a smile of adoration on his face. She felt small and tiny in his presence, reaching only till his chest. "Didn't know this sweet mouth of yours could utter something filthy, amore." Simran gulped, looking up at him, slightly frustrated by her own height.
"It can bite too, you know, if you try to do something inappropriate..."
Aryan was amused, his lips twitching into a small smile. "Can it suck too?"
Simran's eyes widened, and she hit his chest, though to Aryan, it was like a feather's touch. Her small fists were nothing compared to the fists of the opponents he fought regularly.
"Let me go..." Aryan was entertained by her squirming, like a little mouse trying to escape. He let her go, standing a little apart. Simran glanced at him once more, noting his devilish and sinister smile, and rushed away. Aryan barked a laugh, a rare moment of contentment breaking through his usual angry demeanor.
As they continued to explore the mansion, the opulence and grandeur of the place resonated with Simran's innocent curiosity. She was like a small bird in a vast and ornate cage, unsure of the world outside. Little did she know, the dynamics of her new life were about to unfold in ways she couldn't have imagined. The grandeur of the mansion stood as a backdrop to the intricate stories and emotions that would soon intertwine within its walls.
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It was two hours after they had settled into the mansion, giving Simran a comprehensive tour of her new home. Siya found herself in the kitchen, preparing lunch with a content smile. This environment felt more like a home to her – a place where no one faked a smile or taunted anybody.
Although the atmosphere was mostly silent, Siya hoped to spend more time with Simran, fostering a bond beyond the constraints of formality. The light brush of touch on her waist made her flinch, and she turned around sharply. Vivaan, who was casually moving towards the fridge, had accidentally touched her waist and now stared at her, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" he said, uncapping a cold water bottle. Siya gulped, the spatula still clutched in her hand. "You can't just touch me like that..." Her voice came out low but assertive enough for Vivaan to hear. Siya was clearly not one to tolerate any infringement on her personal space. Vivaan moved a bit closer to her, and Siya, maintaining her composure, instinctively stepped back, making herself pressed against the kitchen counter.
"Wanna repeat that again, Siya?" his voice was firm, no-nonsense. Siya, with a mix of defiance and courage, replied, "I said you can't touch me like that, Vivaan."
"Like what?"
With those words, he moved even closer, hands on either side of her, leaning towards her. Siya felt the proximity intensely, and her breath hitched. "Don't forget, Mrs. Wife, I am still the arrogant asshole who wouldn't fail to make you feel sorry."
Before Siya could respond or protest, they heard a cough. Both separated abruptly and turned to see the four observers standing at the entrance. Arushi wore an amused and teasing expression, Ayansh, the one who coughed, sported a smirk, Aryan maintained his usual cold and stoic face while leaning on the wall, and Simran observed with a smile and wide eyes.
Siya pushed Vivaan away and straightened herself, attempting to regain her composure. "I was going to call you all. Go and sit; lunch is ready." She then turned back to continue with the cooking. Arushi stepped inside, followed by Simran. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry about all this; go and sit at the table."
"Nope, too young for that... go and enjoy the delicious food by Siya bhabhi, baby," Arushi insisted, taking charge of arranging the dishes.
"But..."
"Simran, come with us and sit at the table," Vivaan interrupted with authority. Simran glanced at Siya and Arushi, who silently communicated for her to go. She then looked at Vivaan, whose entire demeanor commanded compliance. Glancing towards Ayansh for reassurance, she nodded her head.
Vivaan led the way, and Ayansh followed, offering a playful pinch to Arushi before leaving. Arushi yelped, and before she could retaliate, Ayansh had already disappeared. Simran followed them outside, passing by Aryan, who lifted himself from the wall and joined the procession. As the group made their way to the dining table, the mansion seemed to resonate with a mix of emotions – tension, anticipation, and the underlying dynamics that would continue to unfold within its walls.
