Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Little Siren's POV.
"You okay?" My sister in law's sweet voice brought me back to reality and I turned, smiling cutely at her, "Oh sure, bhabhi."
She smiled back at me, rocking my little nephew back and forth in her arms as my brother continued feeding her the food lovingly, "Yeah but it seems like you are murdering the paneer."
Shit, I shouldn't have stabbed the fork that hard on the poor paneer.
It's Jaiveer Singh Rathore's and Shravani Datta's Haldi today and here in third wheeling between my brother and his wife, babysitting their little son occasionally but the bane of my existence was standing just opposite to me, with his fake girlfriend and speaking with Ryan.
Can't be real I know, or maybe I'm just delusional enough that I can't accept the fact that The Vikram Singhania is really dating someone.
Someone who has model like body, a beautiful smile and a charming personality, they do look good together.
Not mine, my sister-in-law's words, who is unaware of the fact that I'm so in love with my brother's best friend.
I can't even tell anyone and let them name it a mere infatuation, or a normal crush when I know how deep my feelings are for him.
After what happened between us we— "Aashu khana complete karo." My brother who was feeding my bhabhi, stuffed food in my mouth too.
I'm so lucky to have him as my brother.
As much as I try to concentrate in different things, I found my eyes going back to the opposite direction and my heart skipped a beat, when he looked at my way, the gaze so cold and lifeless that my insides shudder at it.
My throat went dry and as much as I want to look away I found myself tempted enough to look in him in the eye and then it happened, he grabbed her hand, not breaking the eye contact for next two seconds before he lead her somewhere away from my eyes.
Are they going to fuck now?
So it doesn't matter anything for him huh?
"What's wrong?" My brother looked up when I stand, "I'm not hungry anymore." I wiped my mouth and stopped the urge to follow him, instead, I go and sit behind Jahnvi Dii, my brother's ex and Vikram's only female best friend.
The music started to blast louder as I heard her asking me, "Are you okay Aashu?"
Not at all, I'm so fucked, Jaanu Dii, "Oh yeah," I lied instead, looking down at my phone.
"Aashika?" She called me again, "I'm listening Jahnvi Dii."
"Is something going on between you and Vikram?" My eyes shot up at her instantly,
"Wha—What are you talking about?" I hate that my voice cracked.
Out of everything I didn't expect her to ask me directly about it.
No no, I can't be that obvious, "Look Aashu, you are like my little sister and you can share anything with me."
I wish, I wish I could share everything but I don't want you or anyone to name it childish, "Dii there is nothing, you must be misunderstanding and he is already in a relationship." Yeah the new girl Elena, he brought and might be fucking her right now in one of the rooms.
Well she is beautiful and upto his standards, unlike me.
I swallowed, "And Vikram is bhai's friend it's not even possible." I wish it was possible, I wish I was more beautiful, slim, and just like the girl he want.
"What if he wasn't Abhimaan's friend." Ugh even she is not backing off, I and Vikram can never be together, my brother will kill him in a cold blood and top it it's not at all possible.
Composing myself, even though I was uncomfortable by her questionnaire, "Still Dii, he is not my type."
I was thankful for the fact that she didn't press more in the conversation and nodded her head instead, "Anyways let's click some pictures." Successfully I changed the topic as we posed for some snaps and pictures.
The haldi function was going on full swing and I chose to enjoy, not wanting to let that certain someone fuck me up.
Shravani was the happiest that she was getting married to the love of her life while Veer bhai was just same, stoic.
As I started to enjoy the party, dancing with everyone until the most chaotic Vikram Singhania joined us with his so called girlfriend, ruining my mood.
I slowly got out of the farmhouse and stood outside, breathing deeply to stop the anger and frustration bubbling up inside of me, "Hey you fine?" It was Samarth Singh Rathore, Jaiveer Bhai's younger brother, I've known him, he's of my age.
"Yeah absolutely." I nodded my head, "I was heading for a little drive, wanna join?" He said from inside his car.
I can say no and walk inside to watch Vikram and his girlfriend's PDA which is a literal torture, "Sure."
Getting in the car with him, I fastened the seat belt, my lahenga was taking a lot of space yet I managed.
Samarth is a cool guy and we vibed to some songs by our favourite band, The Lumineers.
The fresh air helped me to relaxed a bit, "Oh there is an ice cream vendor, would you like some?"
I mean who can say no to ice creams? "Why not!." I got out of the car with him.
He paid for the ice cream because I left my purse and phone in the farmhouse only, "Look Aashika please if something happens you have to take my side and tell your brother that I don't have any Ill intentions, I seriously don't want to get killed by The Abhimaan Raichand."
Giggling at his words, I enjoyed the ice cream, "I mean yeah, he won't take much time to depart me from the world."
I slapped his arm, "Kuch bhi."
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I did a nice thing by going out and when I came back, no one asked me where I was, my brother was too busy which was good thing as the haldi function ended, Vikram didn't join us for the dinner, his girlfriend did.
The urge to stop revolving all my thoughts on The Vikram Singhania is so strong and I will succeed one day.
After dinner, I walked towards the room I was staying, unlocking the door with a code as I stepped in, "Where were you?"
I shrieked at the voice and took a step back as I switched on the lights, There was The Vikram Singhania sitting on my bed like a king, like he owns the place including me.
"Excuse me?"
The scent of Blackwood and Styrax mixed in the room, invading my soul when he got off the bed and walked up to me, even his signature scent matches with his vibe.
The mysterious and Sweet, a little dysfunctional yet I found myself drawn to it.
"You are excused, now answer." his voice hard but there was a bit of slur giving away that he had alcohol in his system.
"You are drunk." I hate how tall he is and how his presence always affects me in the worst way possible.
"And this is not your room." Further adding, I walked past him to the vanity of the room, slowly taking off my bangles.
His piercing gaze stayed on me before he marched up to me again, "Where is your fucking phone Aashika, I called and texted you like hundred times."
Oh?
"Last time I remember I had only one brother, are you my bro—"
"Shut the fuck up and stay away from Samarth."
Is he mad or something?
"Who are you to order me, Mr. Singhania?" I retorted back, watching the way his jaw hardened and nostrils flared.
"Don't fuck with me."
I turned to him, taking off my earrings, "I'm not." I let out, placing the earrings on the table. "The door is that way."
Vikram didn't leave, his chaotic energy still lingering in the air as I turned back to the mirror, "Samarth is not a good guy and—"
"Last time I remember you are no one to me and top of it, I'm Adult." I interrupted him in between, I don't know what goes inside his head and what is the reason behind his sudden change.
No Aashika don't get your hopes high, he doesn't want you, you are just an ugly little girl so in love with him.
I proceed to open my necklace, "Let me." He comes from behind, freezing me when his fingers touched my neck, no stop.
"Vikram, what are you doing?"
I hate the way my voice got breathy by his intoxicating proximity, "Just helping you."
"I'm no one to you, go help your girlfriend Elena."
Of course he ignored it and lazily traced my skin, taking extra time to open the necklace, I looked up at the mirror, his eyes fixated down on my necklace, what is he even doing?
We look so perfect together.
No stop, why am I having all these thoughts?
He took his own sweet time in taking off my necklace, leaning his face closer enough for me to feel his breath hitting right on my skin, this can't be happening again, not when he would going to break my heart again.
Come on Aashika, push him.
"Uh huh." I turned towards him, after gathering all the courage, "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Singhania?"
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked up at the soulless dark brown eyes with a hint of gold in it, something which was rare and beautiful.
"Am I your type now?" I asked further, tip toeing to match his height, "Do you want me to strip or just get down on my knees for you?"
"Aashi—" I placed my finger on his lips, "Sshh.""Don't say anything," I whispered.
"You are suddenly possessive, ordering me around, but why Mr. Singhania? Do you want to get in my pants?" Oh proud of myself for letting it out without stuttering.
"Are you done with your, 'You are just my friend's sister' drama?"
He visibly gulped and my delusional mind loved the power I had in him at that moment , "Stop." He jerked my hand before I could unbutton his kurta.
"Roles reversing! Are we?" I let out a dark laugh and leaned against the wall, "You are just a mere scared little boy, so get the fuck out."
The anger reeked from his body, palms fisted and eyes shooting daggers at me.
If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under.
"Stop provoking me!"
The warning laced in his tone and it just excited me more, "Or what? Are you going to hurt me? Use me? Oh my God." I feigned innocence before laughing again.
"You don't own me, The Vikram Singhania, now out before I call the security."
Giving me a look which gave away that he wants to fuck me and kill me both, he left.
I closed the door and let out a huff of breath.
Vikram is the most confusing guy in the world, after what he has done to me, I don't want him.
I mean that dark side of my heart still does but I do know my limits and currently he should be the last thought in my mind. I'm going to New York to complete my college and that should be my only goal, not a certain hacker, who tried hacking my heart and succeeded in it.
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Next day was sangeet and mehndi and I did enough to piss him off by staying with Samarth and Viraansh, come on they are so cool and match with my vibe.
The sweetest thing was seeing Yuvraaj Jiju feeding Jahnvi dii and my brother feeding my sister-in-law, they are so wholesome.
I didn't let the thought get on my mind that Vikram has his arm wrapped around her waist and how they were laughing.
My delusional heart forced me to believe that his laugh was fake but I was wrong, he is happy with hers and I don't want to be his dirty little secret.
Taking a sip of the mint mojito, I looked around, only to spot Ryan Kapoor, my brother's other friend who was having hard time trying to feed his little son Rivaan.
Walking up to him, "Do you need any help, Ryan?"
"Bhai." I turned at the voice, "Huh?"
"Bada hai tumse bhai bolo usko." It was Vikram, what the fuck is his problem?
Narrowing my eyes, I retorted back "Nahi bolugi, apse matlab?"
"Aashika can you please handle Rivaan for few minutes? I need to take this call." I smiled sweetly at Ryan, he's hot with that height, accent, perfect blue eyes and what not.
"Sure Ryan." I smiled sweetly at him, hearing the groan from my other side.
Oops.
"Stop smiling." The grumble reached my ears and I snorted.
"Stop poking your nose in my matter."
I glared at him before smiling down at Little Rivaan, "Hey cutie, don't trouble your dad, come I'll feed you."
He smiled cutely at me and I lead him to the food zone, "I think I would look good as his mom." I murmured to provoke him as I continued feeding Rivaan who was now calm.
"Stop day dreaming, Aashika, Abhimaan will kill Ryan." Yeah The bane of my existence was here to give me the reality check.
"My brother would kill you too if he gets to know the shit you've done to me, Vik," I whispered, winking at him before turning my attention to Rivaan.
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It was one in the night when I went to get water from the kitchen, everyone has departed to their rooms to get some sleep, the wedding rituals would start from the morning.
I'm so happy for Shravani dii for getting the love of her life, she's the happiest.
Hearing a door slam shut, my eyes snapped at the direction, it was Vikram as he came inside holding a bottle of some expensive whiskey under his hold, and a cigarette on the other, his steps shaky.
I watched him as he stumbled and hit his leg against the sofa, "Careful." He tilted his head cutely at my voice, "Shut up, little girl."
Seriously?
What part of his head can't get the fact that I'm adult now?
"Let me help you." I said when he stumbled again, "I'll manage."
"You can't." Holding his arm, I let it wrap around my shoulder, the cigarette slipping out of his hold.
"Wait my cigarette." I crushed it from my foot instead as he glared at me then leaned on me, putting most of his weight on me.
Ugh he is heavy.
"Stop acting like my wife."
My heart fluttered at his words but I didn't let it get in my head as I lead him to his room, his cologne mixing with my strawberry ones.
No stop Aashika, not again, never again.
Once we were in his room, I jerked his hand softly, my duppata getting stuck on the button of his blue kurta, "So Bollywood-ish."
He let out dramatically as I struggled to remove my duppata, "Vikram?"
My eyes widened as I heard my brother's voice from the other side of the door, followed by a knock.
To be continued....
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