The pre-wedding ceremony (Lagun function) was held at an extravagant hotel with lavish arrangements. The servers served guests who kept arriving. The dance floor beat at the song as Aryan’s cousins captivated the dance floor with their performance. Though anyone who could dance would captivate its audience. As the dance was finished, others occupied the dance floor. After having watched a few dance performances, Chandra perched on a table where the cousins of his husband also grabbed chairs to catch their breath, have drinks, and eat appetizers. Chandra looked around the gathering, everyone busy in talking, drinking and eating. He spotted his dearest child having fun with other children. His eyes paused at his husband who was at a table with the other men. But Aryan couldn’t see Chandra with his back facing him. Whenever Chandra would catch sight of his husband, his heart would pound. Warmth rises to his cheeks. He wanted to get close to him, yet he felt shy.
A woman joined them at the table, taking a seat next to Aryan. His husband was about to stand up from his place, but the woman said something, and as well as his friends, so he sat back. Chandra figured they were discussing something fascinating, judging by their fits of laughter. In a flirting way, she flipped her long, wavy hair back as she said something to Aryan.
Chandra clutched the fork more tightly before he could take a bite of chilli patotas. Am I experiencing jealousy? Chandra thought. No doubt. This poisonous feeling is jealousy. There were many emotions and feelings Chandra had never felt before, but they were good. But this jealousy gnawed at the heart, causing turmoil.
“Who is she?” Chandra asked Megha, his voice creeping with coldness while his eyes nearly glaring at the table.
While having the cocktail, Megha, whose thumb was swiping her pics in her phone, which she had taken a while ago and also had dragged Chandra with them in the gathering. Her gaze darted across in the direction of Aryan.
“She’s Kiran,” Megha responded, as if that explained everything. “She dated brother Aryan before he got married to you.”
Megha’s eyes peered at him as if she shouldn’t have told him. Probably because of Chandra’s voice lacing with vitriolic tone, cutting through the air. “Why is she here, then?”
“Actually, she’s a daughter of Mama’s friend’s,” Megha stated.
The only Mama she had was Aryan’s father. So, Kiran was the daughter of Aryan’s father’s friend . . . or they must be bosom friends despite their children not getting married, they were invited to the wedding. Chandra’s muscles in the jaw tensed. He didn’t know why he was shocked. It’s not like Aryan wouldn’t have been in any relationships or hadn’t any suitors before they both got married.
Was Chandra the reason Aryan couldn’t marry her? Were they in love?
A heavyweight strains his chest. Chandra didn’t like Aryan having any kind of relationship with that woman. But more than that, Chandra loathed that he was the reason for destroying the happiness of Aryan if he had loved that woman.
Chandra needed to stop putting his brain in misery.
Without finishing the chilli patotas, Chandra left when he already had lost appetite. He found a peaceful place in the garden where there was no one but him and his gruesome thoughts. He leaned against the railing, watching fishes in the pond. In the fresh air, he felt slightly better as he convinced himself that she was the past of his husband while Chandra was his present and future.
And he couldn’t deny that there is something between them. And Chandra felt it in every bone.
“Hi, beautiful,” a familiar thick-pitch voice came from behind.
Chandra spun his gaze and blinked at the man, who appeared familiar. And the memory of their meeting surfaced in his head. Ishan, the man Chandra had met in a club while he was playing poker-When Chandra had made some purchase for the shoe stuff, Ishan had stumbled upon him and insisted on having a drink with him. It was then their second and the last meeting.
“What are you doing here?” Chandra asked as his eyes cautiously watched the man as if the man had followed him in here.
“A guest from the groom’s side, darling.” A smile twisted on the face of Ishan.
Not everyone knows everyone at the party. So, Ishan’s presence shouldn’t be that shocking to him. But this man’s presence wasn’t a good omen for Chandra. And he didn’t need to feel in his gut when he knew what was like their previous encounter. Terrible.
Ishan, with his hands in the pocket of his pants, comes close to Chandra. “It seems like very long since the last time, I saw you.” His eyes checked out Chandra from up and down candidly and then met his eyes. “Every time I see you, you look more and more breathtaking, my darling.”
“I’m not your darling,” Chandra gave me a nasty look, taking a step back a little. And he wasn’t in the mood to chat to Ishan. He was about to leave, but a strong hand grabbed Chandra’s arm with a firm yet gentle grip, stalling him. But Ishan’s touch sent a chill at his back.
“What are you doing?”
Chandra could even smell the alcohol in his warm breath as he remarked, “I saw you watching your husband with that woman. He should be following you here instead of being with that woman.”
A frown shot up on the brows of Chandra. “You must see an ophthalmologist. My husband isn’t with that woman only. There are others with him as well. And even if my husband is talking to only a woman, he’s not my possession. He could talk to whoever he wants.”
Ishan huffed with a sardonic chuckle. “Those are lovely, virtuous words,” said Ishan, leaning forward slightly, “but your face articulates otherwise, my darling . . . you are hurt-In fact, my dear Chaand, you have every right to be hurt after what he is doing behind your back with that woman.”
The chilly sensation rocketed through his spine.
“Stay away from me and my family.” Chandra snapped his hand away to free from the grip, and the man let go his hand.
“I’m just doing you a favor by telling you the truth about your husband,” Ishan said.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Chandra’s shrill tone was defensive toward his husband. He should go away from this man, but curiosity about knowing what he was talking about held his feet to the ground.
“Once you see this, you will know what I am talking about.” Ishan took out his phone and his thumb ran on its screen. Then he turned the display to Chandra; a video was playing. In a luxurious room, there was a man and a woman. Chandra knew the woman in a short strap dress; Kiran. Her lips pulled into a smile at the man whose back revealed nothing to know who he was. Kiran embraced the man with her arms around his neck and kissed him. Also, the man leaned and continued to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
As they turned around toward the bed, Chandra’s entire body became impossibly still. He couldn’t breathe. The ground slipped under his feet.
In the video, the man was Aryan. Clearly. There was no doubt as without blinking, he watched Aryan was kissing her hard and pulling her to the bed without breaking their kiss.
The inside of Chandra crumbled. He didn’t want to see what was going to happen next. He turned his head away.
“This isn’t true,” Chandra said, his low, voice coming through the hard lump in his throat. He felt deep in his heart that it’s not true. He didn’t know why he felt this way, if it was love or trust . .. or Aryan’s kindness toward him. But again, there is that video.
“Denial isn’t going to change the fact,” Ishan emphasized in his hard voice. “This video was taken a week ago. Believe it or not, it’s the reality of your husband. He is an alpha man. Alphas have needs . . .you know, physical needs. And when they are in a rut, the only thing is running through their mind is to fuck someone. It’s a desire that has no rationality. And given the fact that your relationship with your husband isn’t . .” Ishan trailed off with a smile, leaving the blanks for Chandra’s imagination to fill.
When his mind was running kilometers per second, Chandra didn’t know or care how the hell a strange man knew about those kinds of details about his relationship with his husband (unless it was Chandra who spilled the beans about his relationship with his husband to Ishan in the club while he was drunk). But when he heard the Rut, it clicked to his mind that an omega who is in heat asked nothing but to be fucked by an alpha and as well an alpha who is in a rut asked nothing, but to fuck someone. He didn’t even know the period of Aryan’s rut. And his husband hadn’t ever come to him except when Chandra was in heat.
And the video?
A nauseated feeling churned his gut. He had to stop thinking and get that video from Ishan. He knew that this man was indirectly threatening him and that he would ruin Aryan’s reputation.
As Chandra ran his hand to snatch the phone, Ishan was more quick and shoved the phone back into his pocket. “Give me that phone,” Chandra’s voice was bitter toward him, with a hint of rage.
A smile twisted on Ishan’s face, amusedly. “You seem to care about his reputation more than that he hurt you, cheated on you with this woman.”
Chandra spoke nothing. A wave of adrenaline burst through his veins to fight the shock.
Ishan went on, “But you know what I want. . .” With his finger pads, Ishan held his chin, causing Chandra to flinch at the touch. “I want you to be happy with me. I know you were forced to marry him. Leave him. He’s not the right man.”
Chandra jerked his hand away. “Never.” The word came automatically with assertiveness.
Ishan looked irritated. “Well. I don’t have a choice, but to ruin the reputation of your husband with this video,” Ishan’s tone was edged with threatening,
“You won’t do that.” Chandra’s eyes widened.
Ishan let out a chuckle. “I can do that. But not now. As I don’t want to ruin your fun of this wedding, I gave you the time till this wedding. You must sort things out till then and come to me.”
Before Chandra could say anything, they were interrupted.
“Here you are, I have been looking for you,” Yuven said, gasping for his breath. His eyes looked between Ishan and Chandra. “The Tika ceremony is starting. I was told to bring you.”
After again mumbling something to Chandra, Ishan left both of them alone.
“Is everything alright?” Turned out Yuven wasn’t that much of a bitch as he asked. A worry settled on his face after seeing that all the color had faded from Chandra’s face.
“Who was that man?” Yuven went on.
Expressing his situation in words seemed difficult for Chandra, as his throat was constricted with emotion. So, he walked out to attend the tika ritual without saying a word. And he didn’t think his lack of response would bother Yuven as they both are used to being a bitch to each other.
At the aisle seats, Chandra took one of the chairs in the third row. On the stage, Shivam was next to his father who sat on chauki crossed legs, across from Veer who also sat the same way while all the other men sat behind them for the tika ritual.
Aryan’s gaze swept across the people in the aisle, finally settling on Chandra. His lips curved upwards in a small smile, but Chandra ducked his head, avoiding to show him his face as when his mind dragged him to that memory of Aryan and Kiran in the video. That thick, sickening feeling came back, churning in his stomach. His vision blurred as moisture gathered in his eyes. As his eyes blink, his tears flow down on his cheeks. And he hurriedly wiped those hot tears away with the heel of his hands.
“Bhabhi, are you alright?” asked Megha, sitting next to him.
Chandra nodded and squeezed the words out of his throat. “G-gotta go to the restroom,”
Tilting his head to conceal his face with the hair, as one after another, tears fell, Chandra didn’t wait for a response and his feet scurried away toward the restroom.
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A/n; here some information who doesn’t know but maybe curious:
The pre-wedding ceremony/Lagun function); it is a first wedding function a few days before the actual wedding day. In the Lagun function, the bride’s side (guest and family except bride) goes to the groom’s place, where Bride’s all brothers and cousin-brothers perform a ritual of applying vermilion (tilak) on the groom’s forehead either before the feast or after the feast, or during the feast.
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Summary
A Powerful Mob Boss one day saw a guy, nothing about him stood extraordinary, yet he could not pull his gaze away from him. Because he buried a dead sparrow in his territory, and it seemed he could hear thoughts of this guy who wanted to marry him, but also carrying the order of his demise.
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