ISHQ MEIN TERE ✔️

|~FIFTEEN~|

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY 🇮🇳

HASEENA ❤

*SLAP*

A loud slap echoed through the house as I replied to Dadi Ji. She raised her hand, my eyes squeezed in a sudden response, and the sound reverberated. Surprisingly, I didn't feel any slap. Then, who?

I opened my eyes to find myself behind my husband, who was standing between me and Dadi Ji. It left me in disbelief; the same man who hadn't supported me just a few seconds ago now received the slap instead of me.

"Anu...!" I heard his mother's concerned voice, making me realize that this was not a dream.

"Anu, tum beech mein kyu aaye..!" Dadi said, angrily glaring at me.

"Ho gya na aapka? Ab sab log jaiye yahan se, aur Haseena, tum bhi room mein jao..!" Anubhav's voice was calm, but the tone was harsh.

"Aise..." I started to say, but his stern look silenced me.

"Anu, samjhao is ladki ko. Ab yeh sirf SP Malik ki beti nahi hai, is ghar ki Badi Bahu bhi hai. Is ghar ki izzat aur tum jante ho, Janki Singh ko sab bardast hai, bas apne khandaan ke upar daag nahi, chahe uske liye hume kuch bhi karna pade..!" Dadi said. I couldn't see her face due to my husband, but I could sense the ominous warning in her tone.

"Aur aap bhool rahi hai Dadi ki hum bhi aapke pote hai. Is baar kuch karne ka socha bhi na aapne toh aapki khokhli duniya mitti mein mila denge..!" Anubhav replied in the same stern tone, which surprised me. I peeped behind him to see Chachi Ji, Karishma, and Mom with worried expressions, while Badi Maa was smiling, and Dadi Ji was glaring at him.

"Tum is ladki ke liye humse aise baat kar rahe ho? Dhamki de rahe ho..!!"

"Aap hamari Dadi hai bas isliye pehle hi warning de rahe hain, warna aap janti hai Anubhav Singh bolne se jyada karne mein vishwas rakhta hai..!" He said icily, and I heard everyone gulp a lump in fear.

Fear? Are they really afraid of him? Kuch toh gadbad hai, Haseena.

"Anu shant ho jao tum, aur Haseena bacche tum ise room mein lekar jao..!" Maa said, trying to defuse the bomb that would blast in the next moment.

"Nahi.. bilkul nahi jayenge. Pehle yeh ladki maafi mangegi humse aur wada karegi ki aaj ke baad yeh dance ka naam bhi nahi legi..!" Dadi Ji said angrily.

Really? Inhe lagta hai I am going to say sorry to her and leave my career and passion for her? No, never. Ghar chhod dungi par dance nahi.

"Hum..." Before I could take a stand for myself, he interrupts and says, "Koi maafi nahi maang rahi meri biwi aapse, aur na hi apna dance chhodegi. Agar aapko pasand hai toh thik hai, warna hum dono yahan se chale jayenge..!" He said angrily, giving me another shock. Because I still can't believe that he is the same person who said to me ki Dadi se sabke samne behas nahi karte, and now he is doing the same for me.

"Tum galat kar rahe ho Anu..!" Dadi said.

"Aapne jo saat saal pehle kiya tha woh *taunting* bhule nhi hai hum kuch bhi Dadi, bas shant huye hai aur agar is baar aapne waisa kuch socha bhi na toh hum bhool jayenge ki aap hamare Baba ki maa hai...!" He warned through clenched teeth, gripping my wrist and forcefully pulling me to our room.

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"Let go of my hand...!!" Haseena chided as they entered the room. He released her wrist, tossing her onto the bed. "Kya badtameezi hai yeh..!" She shouted angrily, attempting to rise from the bed when he loomed over her, pushing her back down.