Wrapped around your little finger (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8

Aarav's POV:

6 yrs..

After bloody big 6 years, I took a positive step towards her only to get the damn door banged on my face...

Wow...

Such an achievement...

Congratulations Aarav...

You are a fool...

The biggest fool on this planet...

You should be awarded for securing a gold medal in the subject of foolishness...

Someone do the honours, please

I didn't even meet my parents and my brother only to see her once...only to know that she was fine...

Seriously??

What was wrong with me??

Even when she created so much drama in my life why the hell was I concerned about her???

Why the hell couldn't I erase her memories??

All because of the blood pumping machine under my chest...

Though she tortured me like hell my stupid heart never abandoned her...it kept thinking about her...it kept caring about her...

And finally, the same stupid heart bought me back to her only to get humiliated...

My heart betrayed me...

In Sona Bhabhi's language, my heart is a big cheater cock...

But not anymore...

The anger within me that was shielded with a fragile glass piece of concern was crushed with that bloody bang on my face and now the anger of those 6 years was exploded like an RDX bomb resulting in someone's massive destruction...

Now there was no concern...no care..nothing...

There was only one thing...HATE

And the only thing that kept running in my mind for 24×7 was a mission TDQ...Torturing Drama Queen

Back then Bhai Bhabhi used to stay in a separate house i.e our current house and Maa Baba and I used to stay in the old one that is being redeveloped now...

I visited Bhai-Bhabhi...we had the best time together...we watched a movie together...we had lunch....later we enjoyed ourselves on a beach...we did shopping too..

And all this while I secretly clicked number of photos of the two love birds and their candid pictures were the most beautiful ones...

Having a lot of fun I was back to Maa-Baba

And it was time for revenge😈

All the while during those 6 years she kept sending me pictures and videos where she was being a chipku chipkali (sticky lizard) with Bhai...her irritating red closeup smile annoyed me but Bhai's discomfort on his face pricked me more

He was facing her tantrums too

Even if I blocked her she used to send me the pictures through different numbers and using through various means too...

She was a good medalist in the subject called high voltage drama...even the daily soap 10kg saree, makeup mall and big bindi wali aunties were nothing in front of her overacting

She deserves an Oscar award for her drama...and the showcase in their living room would be insufficient to keep those awards

And the song Drama Queen was specially composed for her but cheater Parineeti Chopra stole it

But all her hardwork...her dedication was proved to be waste by the Smart me...

With her drama she tried to provoke me...tried to put me down...make me jealous

Jealous of whom??

My Bhai...the one who loves me like his own baby...the one who proved me innocent in Diya's matter...the one whom I love more than Maa Baba

He never let me be alone...at points where I was getting extremely frustrated and started doubting myself he was the one who would pat my back and encourage me to fly high...he would say his baccha is the best example of being hero from a mere zero and from a loser in maths to an MBA graduate my journey is worth of learning to others

His love and supportive hand on my shoulder was enough to give me the strength to bear her drama

He would keep telling me that it's just her way to express her anger towards me...we both need to talk and sort it out...he even tried to convince us many times but she being an Elizabeth Queen full of attitude never showed maturity and came to any of the meetups arranged by him...

He did every possible effort to bring us together but we being the hardcore enemies never extended a hand towards each other....

The bridge of hatred between us went on growing which had no end...

Whereas Bhai was an angel baby... she was a witch...dangerous blood-sucking witch and I was familiar with every single nerve of her body...

And it was time to pay her back

Whenever I visited Bhai-Bhabhi I would become a secret small size unprofessional photographer

I started irritating her with Bhai-Bhabhi's cute pictures and videos...

I used the same technique that she used to torture me...if the number was blocked I used to take printouts and send them to her address

For more than 4 months I tortured her with my photography skills...

And for every video and picture, I used to add an extra romantic caption enough to boil her blood

Arjun feeding his lady love
Arjun with the love of his life
Arjun with his only destination
Arjun embracing his wife

And to add some extra fuel to the burning fire I used their wedding photos...edited them beautifully with some filmy captions

Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge
Rab ne bana di Jodi
Pyaar toh hona hi tha
Biwi no.1

And talking about the videos...I used to make it a slow-motion one purposely to make her jealous like hell...

In all those videos Bhabhi was serving him food...talking and laughing with him...she was blushing at his words...sometimes slapping his chest and Bhai was possessively holding her waist with a lovely smile

And damn their romantic intense eye contact was something that I could ever describe...watching the slow-motion video I felt like they both actually talk with eyes... so just imagine watching their romance to what extent that witch must have burnt into dark ashes

Also, there were many more cute candid moments where the love between them was blooming like a fresh red rose

And seeing all those videos that witch would dry like a dead leaf

I used to send their audio recordings too...

The way they call each other with honey dripping down their tongue would burn her ears...

I had lots of fun torturing her...

I wanted to compensate for her drama and I was successful in doing so...

Irritating her to my heart content I was having a peaceful sleep but then one phone call snatched the ground under my feet...