Can we make it last?

eight

"I agree bhabhi to that bhabhi." Matching to the extent of her energy, Neil raised his palm in the air and the duo shared a hi-five.

"Sahi hai beta..dono bhabhi devar ek team me ho jao. Ab bhai kaha dekhega tumhe."

"Mere pyaare hone wale patidev. Aapko koi kaise bhul sakta hai." Blinking her eyes cutely, Akshara voiced.

"Is it?" Leaning to her side, Abhimanyu raised his brows.

"Hmhm."

"Acha ok fine. Aap dono apna romance baad me continue karna pehle apni mehendi toh dikhao mujhe." Just before they both could lost in each other's eyes and blur out the world around them, Neil intervened.

"Wow! So beautiful." Taking her palms in her soft hands feebly, Aarohi let her eyes adore the heavenly henna design that was so artistically carved on Akshara's palms.

His mouth seemed to have a loss of words when this particular, vague fragrance made its way upto him. He couldn't decipher what was more mesmerizing, the voice or the incense.
"Isi ki kami thi." Muttering to himself, he let his eyes roll, but his words were not matching with his betraying gaze that decided to linger a small while on this artistry in the name of his Chipkali. She was looking bewitching. He felt his heart skip a beat as he let his sight absorb her entirely. The radiance of hers was unmatched that favorably pulled several immobile strings of his soul with flying colours.

He was a gone case for sure, not that he had acknowledged that so far, however nevertheless he was!

"Tujhe pasand aayi Aaru?" Akshara excitingly questioned while the latter nodded keeping her firm gaze on her palms.
"Phir theek hai. I don't doubt your choice." With Akshara winking at her, they both shared a heartful laughter.

"Design maine select kiya tha." Referring to no one particular, Abhimanyu stated. "That is why it's perfect." Coming with an intense, conflicting eye-lock with Aarohi, both slipped a clipped, tight-lipped smile on each other's way.

"Bhai! Aap to extreme level romantic ho rahe ho. Seedha bhabhi ka naam likha liya haath pe." Apprehending to the rising tension, Neil interceded in between.

"Beta jab tera number aayega, then we'll see what will you do!" Hiding his hands swiftly behind his back, Abhimanyu smirked.

"I'll do everything but I won't be doing this thing that I'm sure of." Raising his hands in submission, Neil proclaimed with conviction.

"Why? Maybe your to-be wife would be anticipating for you to carve her name on your hand. Then as well you won't do?" For the very first time in all this while, Aarohi let her fluttering gaze repose his startled ones. By no means he was in a position to encounter a question along these lines that too coming from her, after what occured admist one and the other, the previous day, that is on the day of haldi, came as a stunner for him while he was envisioned with certainty that she was possible giving a cold shoulder to the him.

"Point. Ab kya kehna hai Neil Babu." Akshara was quick on her heels to nudge him further.

"I'll carve her name straight on my heart." Retaining the fervent eye-lock, he uttered, staring right back into her eyes while she recasted her gaze, tearing out of reverie.

"So bollywood-ish!" Flushed for no certain reason, Aarohi thought to take it off tangent.

"Aaru....tu bhi lagwa na." For another time, Akshara nudged while Aarohi made a flustered face.

"No Akshu, not me. It's smell makes me gag."

"Neil kuch kar yaar. Isko jaldi sukha." Letting the duo sister converse with one another, Abhimanyu wailed.

"Ruko bhai aap." Saying this, Neil got up from his place and went missing the very next second. A while later, he was seen carrying a pedestal fan with him that made the trio chuckle at him. Aarohi tried to bite back her smile however ceased to function on that.
"Ye lo. Ab directly fan ke aage baitho." Positioning the fan at a small distance, he plugged the switch and turned on the machine.

"Ayye Chamgadar. Kya kar rahe ho?" When a stream of wind blowed straight at her face, making her hair flow frantically, not even letting her open her eyes, Aarohi shrieked in return.
"Woh pankha unke upar lagana hai mere upar nahi."

Biting his inner cheek on earning an annoyed response out of her, he restrained his chuckle."Oh yeah yeah. One sec."

"Stupid. Mere baal kharab kar diye." Slipping an irked look to his side, he stood up and moved out of there.

Grinning to himself, Neil stuffed back beside his brother who tapped on his head startling him. "Tu kyu pareshaan karta rehta hai usse." He just shaked his head choosing not to answer that.

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"Epilepsy and the nervous system." Neil read from the phone on her hand, leaning on her chair from behind while she panicked a little at his sudden appearance. Not paying any heed to him, she continued her read while he took a chair and took a seat on it after rotating it 180°.
Wrapping his arms around the back of the chair, he leaned it towards her side however she kept her eyes trained on the letters on her phone.
"Don't you think, tumhe mera naam apne haatho pe likhwana chahiye?"

Finally, putting her phone down, she supplied him with a coercive smile before folding her hands around her chest. "And why would I do so? Care to explain."

"Tum poora time bas Neil Neil karti rehti ho toh that makes sense."

"What? Kuch bhi. Maine kabhi poora time Neil Neil kiya?"

"You just proved me right. Now will you do--" His words kept hanging in air when she abruptly stood up and moved from there.
"Isko kya hua!" He wondered to himself when his gaze flickered on the glass of drink which she'd been sipping.
With a sheepish smile, he took the mug to his lips, taking a sip of the drink in it when he instantly felt like throwing it out of his mouth. Somehow he gulped it through his oesophagus.
"What the fuck she'd been drinking!" In the quest of discarding it's bitter taste in his mouth, he went in the search of sweet corner.

Taking fast steps, Aarohi made her way to the place where Abhimanyu and Akshara were seated. "Iss Chamgadar ko to dikhana padega what happens when someone messes with Aarohi Goenka!"

"Aaru? Ye kya kar rahi hai? Tujhe to nahi lagani thi na mehendi?" Seeing her holding a mehandi cone and stroking it against her palm, Akshara pondered her with questions.

"Tu do min chup reh Akshu!" When finished, she giggled glancing at the masterpiece she thought she made at her hand. "Done. Now it's time for the show."

"What show? Aaru?" Akshara called her from behind but she just left as hastily as she had come.

"Let her be. Tum mujhpe dhyan do." Abhimanyu voiced making Akshara blush at his tone.

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