“Do you both think this house is a circus?” Damini said.
The room was loaded with tense air. It was after dinner, Sampath told him Damini had called him, so now Chandra was in her room with the other two people. Apparently, somehow, though not surprising to Chandra, Damini had learned about the incident between Chandra and the person, who caused him to fall and ruin his clothes.
By the way, this person isn’t a girl, but an omega boy (Chandra presumed the omega part). Chandra had mistook him for a girl as he had long, pitch-black wavy hair that reached down his shoulder blades and he wore a baggy hoodie.
His name is Yuven, not suited to his dog-like personality, and he is Amolaka and Aryan’s cuisine, and the son of Damini’s late sister. After losing his parents in a car accident six years ago, he began to live with Aryan’s family. (But this dog’s behaviour towards him isn’t going to get sympathy from Chandra). All of this Chandra knew from Sampath before he stepped inside Aryan’s parents’ floor.
Amolaka was on the couch beside her mother, who was weaving a red scarf as if she was doing it in a peaceful garden while taking Yuven and his class.
When neither of them spoke anything, Damini repeated herself, “Do you both think this house is a circus?”
“No,” Chandra and Yuven said at the same time, they both stood in front of her bowing their heads like children, who were scolded by their teacher for talking in class.
“Then why the hell did you both act like a joker and make the laughing stock of yourselves-and this family? I don’t need to know what the guests are talking about behind my back. Now you both gave them the reason to talk more.”
They kept their mouth shut as Chandra didn’t think she wanted to know the guests thought.
Damini turned her eyes to Yuven and used her authoritative tone as she scolded him. “And Yuvee, what is this behaviour, you are a good boy, and I expect you to behave respectfully toward Chandra. Don’t forget, he is your bhabhi.”
Chandra’s corners of his mouth turned up. Did you hear it?-Wait Bhabhi?
Yuven sneered at him but spoke nothing.
“It would be better, I do not hear anything of this more. . . And you both apologise to each other,” Damini’s tone demanded.
“Masi, I’m not going to apologise to him. I didn’t do anything wrong,” Yuven said, giving Chandra a nasty look.
“And also, I’m not apologising to him. It wasn’t my fault. He started it,” Chandra said finally in his defence.
“Does this look like I’m asking for either of your opinions?”
She heaved sigh and asked Amolaka
“Amol, who started it?”
“Yuvee started it.”
Yuven gave her a look as if she could stab him in the back while Chandra refrained from bursting into laughter.
Yuven said, “But if you knew what he’d done, you wouldn’t be saying this to me-“
“Yuvee,” Amolaka interrupted him. Chandra noticed the look she gave to her cousin as if she was stopping him from revealing something, “It was your fault. Just apologise to him.”
Yuven gritted his teeth, folding his arms across himself. “Fine. I’m sorry.”
Chandra frowned. Does this dog think that he was doing a favour to him with his half-assed apologies?
“Now, your turn,” Yuven said with a forced soft voice.
As well, Chandra forced himself to say, “I’m sorry.”
“And if either of you does any drama, I wouldn’t hesitate to kick you out of the wedding. And I wouldn’t tolerate any of you being disrespectful toward each other-especially in front of the guests. Do you get it?”
“Yes.” Chandra and Yuven said simultaneously and reluctantly.
Damini dismissed them except Chandra.
“The strained relationship between you and Amol might be the reason for him to behave like this toward you, otherwise the boy has a golden heart.”
Chandra kept in mind to apologise to her for all the trouble he had caused her before. However he had to play the devil in her story to create hurdles for her, so her relationship with Veer could get strong.
“So, how’s it going between you two?” Damini asked.
Chandra hesitated, but the words refused to come out of his mouth.
“Aryan kicked you out of his room, didn’t he?” She chuckled.
He nodded.
“I shouldn’t say this, but Shiv will be the bridge of your relationship.”
“What do you mean?”
“Use the child to mend your relationship with Aryan.”
“But it’s wrong,” Chandra said.
Damini stopped weaving and gave him a look as if she hadn’t expected him to say something like this.
“Do you cherish Shivam?”
“I do.”
“Then there is nothing wrong with what I am saying. Don’t forget you are doing it for Shivam too. And I’m not telling you to pretend. Just be yourself with the child. And you will see the magic. Do you get it?”
Damini smiled mysteriously.
Chandra nodded. If he had to be himself, he could do it.
And he left the room after bidding her good night.
“You should tell Masi, what a vixen he is, pretending to be good. Why don’t you tell her that he almost took your life at your engagement.” Chandra heard Yuven in the hallway. They both hadn’t left yet.
Amolaka noticed him first and Yuven turned, neither of them was surprised by him. And Chandra’s stomach lurched in knots. He thought except Aryan no one knew that one most regretful incident he had done. But Amolaka and her cousin knew it. No wonder he was being a complete asshole to him.
“Amolaka,” Chandra stopped her before she got into the elevator.
“I have something to say-can we talk in private.” Chandra looked back at Yuven.
“Whatever you have to say, say it in front of me,” Yuven butt in.
“You go, Yuvee,” Amolaka insisted. When he didn’t move from his place, she said, “Go.”
“But give me a call, if he troubles you,” Yuven whispered in her ears that Chandra could hear clearly.
Yuven entered the elevator and glared at Chandra. “And If you try to harm her, just keep in mind there are cameras everywhere.”
And the door was closed.
“It might be too late to say-but still-I’m sorry, Amolaka.”
“For what?” she cocked her eyebrow. A flicker of surprise dashed into her eyes, which were like her brother Aryan sharp and dark. Also, their reserved personality was alike.
“You know, I have troubled you so much. And especially at your engagement . . . I put the peanut powder in your dish-but it was never my intention to harm you seriously. I was a big idiot and didn’t know what I was doing. And I want to apologise, even if it’s something you might not forgive easily,” Chandra said, “However, please, try to forgive me.”
She pushed the button for the elevator, disregarding his apology. Chandra didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent. And waited for the elevator to come.
“Wouldn’t you come?” She said, stepping inside.
Chandra moved inside before the door closed. She pressed the button to the floor twenty-seven, Aryan’s place. Now they were on the twenty-sixth floor.
When Chandra got out of the elevator on the floor twenty-seven, she said,
“Chandra.”
He turned to her.
She gave him a look, a friendly kind, as her lips curved into a soft smile, “I can think of forgiving you.”
And the elevator door closed.
–
Aryan gave a glance across the room to his son. He was doing his schoolwork behind the small table, which had been set in Aryan’s study room when Shivam was two years old. He would play with blocks and learn things, and Aryan would enjoy watching him while doing his work. Though Shivam had a caretaker. However, Aryan preferred to spend this time with him until the little guy fell asleep.
Then Aryan’s gaze returned to the file of the business plan of a new power project collaborating with Kapoor, a rival and his friend.
“Papa,” Shivam said, brimming with joy.
“Yes?” Aryan’s shrewd eyes skimmed through the file.
“Mommy says that he is going to live with us from now on.”
Aryan raised his eyes and looked at his son. A smile was playing on Shivam’s lips, And the omega was the reason for that smile. And he could hardly believe it.
“That’s why you are so happy?”
He nodded. Aryan cracked up a smile.
“May I sleep with you and Mommy tonight?” Shivam said, and added, “Jay told me that he sleeps with his parents whenever he would have nightmares.” Jay was Shivam’s school friend.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
Shivam shook his head. “But I never sleep with you and mommy ever.”
According to his son, all married couples shared the room and slept in the same room, but Aryan had forgotten that he was living with Shivam. And he had sent the omega out of the room. if it’s revealed that Aryan and his omega wife were sleeping in separate rooms, it wouldn’t be good for Shivam, if he happened to overhear something malicious from guests.
“Okay. You can sleep with us.”
His eyes sparkled.
After a while, the elevator ding-dong sound belted from the hallway to the study room. Shivam leaped on his feet to go to his mother, but Aryan stopped him.
“You cannot go until you finish.”
He made a disappointed face, but Aryan couldn’t allow him to go and leave without completing his homework. Though he needed to talk to the omega. Despite the omega demanding something in exchange for fulfilling Shivam’s wish, Aryan had no problem obliging that, but what if he declined to go with Shivam’s wish?
–
“No, I’ll come. Around nine in the morning, just send me the address,” Chandra told the real estate agent over the phone.
“Okay, Madam,” said the man politely.
They ended the call. His mother had given him the contact information of the real estate agent when he had told her he wished to open a shoe shop of his own. And the agent had phoned to inform him that recently there is a retail store available for him as he had been desiring. Finally, he was getting somewhere.
Putting the phone back in his pocket, with a lingering smile, he glanced at the note in the other hand. He had written it for Aryan.
Sir,
I’m truly sorry for all the trouble I have caused you till now. But I’m truly surprised, yet grateful to you for not leaving me ever.
And A gift for tolerating me all this moment, hope you will not throw this away.
Chandra.
“Rather I sound like an ungrateful sarcastic bastard,” Chandra mumbled under his breath.
Conversion wasn’t exactly his strong suit-especially to his husband. His experience in romance was zero. And he had expected to get married to a woman in the upcoming five or six years like any normal man. But who had seen the future that he would be reborn in a novel world and become a wife of a man who disliked him.
He cannot put this note with the gift.
“What are you doing?”
Chandra jumped in his skin as if he had been caught while stealing something. And the note fell to the floor from his grip. He thought Aryan was busy in his study room with Shivam, that’s why he didn’t disturb Shivam and came into Aryan’s room to take his luggage.
Chandra spun on his bare feet. The man was looming closer to him, his eyes dropped on the box on the bed. Also, his notebook of shoe drawings was laid next to it.
“I forgot to take out my luggage-I’m leaving the room.”
Chandra’s gaze went down to the note. He needed to pick up this note. But before he could get the chance to get the note, Aryan went over and picked it up.
Aryan’s eyes met his eyes which were telling him not to read it or give it back to him.
But the man flicked through it.
Chandra sucked into a breath. This is bad.
“Sir?” Aryan amusedly glanced at him after a moment reading the note.
Chandra never referred to him anything, nor did Aryan ever refer to him by something to acknowledge his presence. They had a big age difference for Chandra to call Aryan by his name. Aryan was thirty-six years old, which made Chandra eleven years younger than him. He could call Aryan Bhaiya (Brother) a general term for calling any other older guy and his own brother. But by the status of their relationship, Aryan was his husband. Chandra didn’t know how he should refer to him. Although Chandra would prefer to call Aryan sir rather than calling him in such an old-fashioned way by using several different pronouns like his mother would call his father, even if it’s a modern world.
However, the only thing Aryan found strange in the note was this.
“Aside from being sarcastic, I meant every word, sir.”
Chandra turned and picked up the white box gift. “I forgot to give this to you.” He handed the box to Aryan.
Aryan didn’t take the box and asked him.
“Do you still want to live in this room?” Aryan asked.
Chandra blinked. “Huh?-just to be sure, sir, you are asking me to live with you in the same room, right?”
“Yes.”
Chandra didn’t ponder unnecessary questions and admitted immediately with a brightened smile.
“Yes, I definitely want to live in this room with you.”
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A/n: Sorry for this super late update, something personal was going on and I wasn’t doing well as well. Hope you like the chapter.
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