Do read!!
You guys might be thinking —
why is Siya behaving so friendly, close, and loving with him?
The reason is simple.
After her parents’ death, Siya never really received love. And now, after so many years, she’s suddenly getting care, warmth and a sense of family. She just wants to be feel loved and cherished.
When someone who has been emotionally deprived finally receives love and care, they tend to hold onto it.... and just wanted to feel it more...
Plus forr Siya, his family feels like her family now — and she’s scared of losing that.
So please try to understand her emotions 🤍
And one important thing — this is purely fictional, please don’t relate it directly to real life.
I’ve seen comments like:
“Physical abuse hai, phir bhi she’s behaving normally”
“She should punish him”
“Why is she okay with him?”
....
may be more like that!!!!!!!
Kya chahte ho bhai.. maar doon avinash ko!!
Story aise likhuu!!!😂🤣
Also, let me remind you —
Siya ne ussi time usse thapad maar diya tha.. woh kisiki udhari nahi rakhti!!
I told you that... plus usne knees pe beth ke maafi mangi... woh bhi shudh Hindi main.. then even said that he will accept any punishment that she will give... but she hadn't uptil now..
And second thing.. Siya ka nature hi aisa hai... uska character hai hi mene define kiya aisa... so please understand!!
( and wait for the upcoming chapters guyzz..!! U will get to know soon..)
And most important... I had already stated...... before Siya started talking with him openly that she now feels comfortable and avinash always taking care and takes permission before doing anything with her and blahh blahhh!!
So yes — I know what I’m writing 🤍
One more thing, very honestly —
If you have doubts, talk to me, ask me, discuss with me. I have no problem at all.
But sometimes comments feel like direct firing or accusations and that really made me self-doubt for a moment —
like, am I writing this so badly?
And honestly 😅
Some readers comment very strongly, then when I explain calmly, they delete their comments — and that actually makes me laugh and smile at the same time...😅
Doubts are okay. Direct firing isn’t.
If I sounded rude anywhere, I’m genuinely sorry 🤍
This message isn’t for readers who already understand the story.
I’m just someone who speaks directly — not to hurt, but to be honest.
Okay!!
Enough of my bak-bak...😄
Happy Reading!❤️✨️
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Days turned into weeks and weeks quietly slipped into months. And somewhere between those passing days, they became a routine.
Their mornings often started with bickering..... "Rana-sa, aapne fir se ye pillow line hatta di haina..!?," (Rana-sa, you removed the pillow line again, didn’t you...?!) Siya complained, staring accusingly at him. Avinash just calmly used to say, "Khargosh, mene nahi aapne khud neend me hataya hai.." (Rabbit, not me—you removed it yourself in your sleep...)
"Main khargosh nahi hoon," (I’m not a rabbit,) she used to huffed and he used to glanced at her, eyes twinkling. "Toh fir meri jaan ho." (Then you’re my jaan.)
She rolled her eyes. "Irritating ho aap," (You’re irritating) she muttered, turning to the other side.
Avinash chuckled softly. That's when Siya suddenly said, "Bas. Aaj se aap bed pe nahi soyenge. Final decision." (That’s it. From today, you’re not sleeping on the bed. Final decision.)
He blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Excuse me?" Then, with mock seriousness, he added, "Aapne hi toh kaha tha bed bada hai.. Aap yahi so jaye... insaniyat ke naate. Toh, Rani-sahiba, Ab woh insaniyat kahaan gayi, haan?" (You were the one who said the bed is big… you should sleep here… out of humanity. So, Rani-sahiba, where did that humanity go now, huh?)
Siya scoffed. "Insaniyat ka matlab yeh nahi hota... ki aap iss pillow line ka murder kar de!!" (Humanity doesn’t mean… that you murder this pillow line!!)
"Aree wah," (Oh wow) he said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "Itna bada iljham?" (Such a big accusation?) She crossed her arms. "Aur zyada bolne ki zarurat nahi hai. Shukar manaiye.. main aapko apne kamre mein, rehne de rahi hoon. Uncle ne toh guest room mein rehne ko bola tha." (And there’s no need to say more. Be grateful… I’m letting you stay in my room. Uncle had said you should stay in the guest room.)
Avinash chuckled and gave her an exaggerated little bow from where he sat. "Jaisa aap kahein, Rani-sahiba," (As you say, Rani-sahiba.) he said obediently. "Aur koi hukm?" (Any other command?) Siya narrowed her eyes. "Haan. Pillow line ko haath nahi lagega. Ek inch bhi nahi—" (Yes. Don’t touch the pillow line. Not even an inch—)
"Nahi Toh?" (Or else?) he prompted, biting back a smile. "Toh phir seedha guest room," (Then straight to the guest room,) she declared. He nodded seriously. "Samajh gaya." (Understood.) Then, after a beat, he added lightly, "Par agar neend mein galti se—" (But what if you accidentally—)
(he was going to say.. "Par agar neend mein galti se aapse hatt gaye toh..!?" (But what if you accidentally move them away in your sleep..!?) but he couldn't)
"Neend mein bhi nahi," (Not even in sleep.) she cut him off. That did it. He laughed softly, settling back on his side. "Theek hai, theek hai." (Okay, okay.) Then he muttered, "Pillow line aap hatati hai.. Par sunati mujhe hain..!" (You remove the pillow line.. but you make me hear it..!)
Siya heard him so she asked him sharply, "Kya matlab hai aapka?" (What do you mean by that?) Avinash froze for a second. Then he passed a small, innocent smile and quickly replied, "Kya... maine kuch kaha kya!? Kuch bhi toh nahi, Rani-sa," (What… did I say something!? I didn’t say anything at all, Rani-sa.) he said, a little too fast like clearly scared.
She huffed again, but this time the corner of her lips betrayed her. And just like that, the morning bickering found its familiar end-exactly where it always did.
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One afternoon, while they were walking through the palace corridors, Siya suddenly blurted out, "Rana-sa... mujhe bhi gun chalana seekhna hai." (Rana-sa… I also want to learn how to shoot a gun.)
Avinash stopped mid-step. Turned slowly. "No." Her face fell instantly. "Par—" (But—)
"No matlab no," (No means no.) he said firmly. She followed him anyway. "Thoda sa hi sikhaiye na... please?" (Teach me just a little… please?)
"No." She folded her hands dramatically. "Rana-sa... pleaseee." He didn't even blink. She stepped in front of him, blocking his way, eyes shining. "Main achhi khargosh hoona.." (I am a good khargosh (rabbit)...) Still nothing.
Then she did what always worked. She held the sleeve of his shirt lightly, looked up at him with those eyes, voice soft. "Please na rana-sa..."
He sighed. Long. Defeated. "Aap bohot ziddi ho," (You are very stubborn) he muttered. Her face lit up. "Matlab sikhayenge?!" (So does that mean you will teach me?!)
"Sirf basic," (Only the basics.) he warned. "Aur meri baat maanni hogi." (And you will have to listen to me.) She grinned. "Done!"
At the private shooting range, Avinash stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his warmth. "Gun aise pakadte hain," (This is how you hold a gun.) he said, guiding her hands gently.
His palm wrapped over hers, steady, warm. Her breath hitched. "Relax," he murmured near her ear. "Darne ki zarurat nahi hai." (There’s no need to be scared.)
She nodded, though she didn't know what she was nervous about. He adjusted her stance, fingers briefly brushing her waist to correct her posture. Her heart started racing. "Rana-sa..." she whispered and he smirked slightly. "Focus, jaan."
"Jaan" — That word sent a strange flutter through her stomach. "Trigger dheere se dabao," (Press the trigger slowly.) he instructed and she fired.
The shot echoed. She gasped, then laughed. "Maine kiya!" (I did it!) Avinash watched her-not the target, not the gun.
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They started going out sometimes. Quiet drives. Late-night ice creams. Temple visits. Small cafes she loved.
Siya laughed freely-head thrown back, eyes shining. Avinash mostly stayed silent. Just watching her. 'Unki muskaan... meri poori duniya hai', (Her smile… is my whole world.) he realized more than once.
She would catch him staring sometimes. "Kya huva?" (What happened?) she'd ask. And he reply calmly, "Kuch nahi." (Nothing)
But her heart would do that strange thing again... and... Why did it happen only around him? She doesn't know!!
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Then sometimes.. No matter how late he came home, Siya waited. Sometimes half-asleep on the dining chair. "Mujhe bhook nahi thi," (i wasn’t hungry) she'd lie when he arrived. "Bas neend nahi aa rahi thi." (I just couldn’t fall asleep.)
Avinash would just glance at the clock and shook his head knowing full well that she was waiting for him
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Once.. Ishita caught her arranging plates carefully. "Siyaaa," she teased. "Bhai-sa ke liye plate thodi aur paas rakh do." (Keep the plate a little closer to Bhai-sa.)
Siya panicked. "A-aisa kuch nahi hai!" (N-no, it’s not like that!) Moksh laughed. "Par bhai-sa toh bina unki Jaan ke khana hi nahi khate." (But Bhai-sa doesn’t eat without his Jaan.)
( yes whole family knows that avinash called her Jaan.. and also that he is head over heels for his rani-sa.. Except our Siya!! )
Nandini smiled warmly, patting Siya's head. "Meri bachhi bohot khayal rakhti hai." (My daughter takes very good care.) Kirti added mischievously, "Bas ab thoda dil ka bhi khayal rakh le." (Now just take care of your heart a little too.)
Siya blushed furiously. "Aunty! Aisa.. Aisa kuch nahi hai..!" (Aunty! It's... It’s not like that..!)
Avinash watched all this quietly-content, protective, already hers in ways she hadn't yet realized.
He was already in love. Completely. Silently. Deeply. And Siya? She didn't know the name of what she felt yet. But every time he came close, every time he said jaan, or with other cute names.. her heart fluttered everytime without reasons.
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Avinash's POV :
Tonight was important. A business party-faces that mattered, deals that going to happen.
I was ready. Black tuxedo, perfectly tailored. Crisp white shirt. A sleek black bow tie. The watch on my wrist sat heavy and familiar-power, control, discipline. I looked exactly like who i was supposed to be.
I was standing in the balcony, phone to my ear, finishing a call from that side of my life-the one i never let reach her. My voice was calm, dangerous, decisive.
The call ended and i slipped the phone into my pocket and turned toward the room- And my breath hitched. Literally.
There she was. My world. My jaan.
She had told me she'd get ready in Maa's room... and now i understood why. She stood near the dresser, adjusting her earrings, wearing a saree... matching with me a Black one.
For the first time.
I had imagined many things in my life-but this was never one of them. She looked... unreal. The saree draped around her perfectly, hugging her curves with a grace that made my eyes refuse to look away. Her waist peeked just slightly, enough to make my mind spiral.
'Avinash... don't.' I reminded myself. Her eyes-lined with kohl-deep, expressive, dangerous. Bold red lipstick on her lips-soft, tempting.
'Stop. Right now.' I clenched my jaw, forcing my thoughts back into control.
But then I noticed one thing- No sindoor... No mangalsutra. She had never worn them. Not even once.
For a brief second, something pinched in my chest. Then i reminded myself— 'Jab woh chahegi, tab pehnegi. Unki marzi sabse jyada maayne rakhti hai!' (when she wants she will wear it. Her choice matters the most to me!)
She turned toward me and smiled-a smile that could ruin kingdoms. "Rana-sa," she asked softly, "how am I looking?"
Before i could stop myself, the truth slipped out. "Bilkul meri lag rahi ho." (You look exactly like you belong to me.) Her cheeks flushed instantly. "Aap majak bandh karenge?" (Will you stop joking?) she said, flustered. "I'm serious."
I walked toward her. One step. Then another. I could see it-her nervousness. The way her fingers fidgeted. The slight intake of breath.
I stopped close to her. Too close. I looked into her eyes—but then she looked down shyly. Or may be i thought so. My gaze fell on the dresser and i picked up the kohl, lifted my hand and gently applied a small mark behind her ear.
"Nazar na lage aapko kisi ki," (May no one cast an evil eye on you) I said quietly. "Meri bhi nahi." (Not even mine.)
She smiled widely. "Thank you," she said confidently. "I know i'm looking very beautiful... but aap yeh baat seedhe seedhe bhi bol sakte the." (but you could’ve said it directly.) She shook her head lightly and muttered under her breath, "Pagal aadmi." (Crazy man.)
I smiled to myself— She and her habit of giving me these weird names.
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Siya's POV :
After a while, he went inside the closet room. I kept watching his back, wondering 'ab kya kar rahe hain.' ( what he is doing now?) A few seconds later, he came out-but something was hidden behind his back.
That instantly made me curious. "Rana-sa," i asked, narrowing my eyes, "aap peeche kya chhupa rahe ho?" (What are you hiding behind your back?)
But he didn't answer. So i took a step closer. "Dikhaiye na... kya hai?" (Show me… what is it?)
Still nothing. He just stood there, looking at me with that annoyingly calm expression. "Huh!" i fake-pouted and turned my face away dramatically. "Mat dikhaiye. Mujhe dekhna bhi nahi hai." (Don’t show it. I don’t even want to see it.)
I crossed my arms, fully deciding-'theek hai, main bhi zidd karungi. Party main nahi jaungi.' (okay fine i will also be stubborn and will not go to party) .... but my little drama broke instantly.
Because suddenly- "Chan... chan..." A soft familiar sound reached my ears and my eyes widened realising what it is. I turned around slowly-and there it was. Payal. Anklets.
Rana-sa was holding a beautiful pair of anklets, letting them swing lightly between his fingers. The tiny bells chimed softly, making my heart jump.
"Oh my God..." I whispered. I loved payals. Always had. But back at home, chachi used to scold me whenever i wore them. "Yeh sab shadi-shuda auraton ke liye hota hai," (All this is meant for married women) she'd say. Slowly, i stopped wearing them.
And now— they were right in front of me. So pretty. So delicate. I smiled widely, eyes shining and instinctively reached out to touch them- but he closed his fist around them and my smile vanished instantly like it had came. I looked up at him. He was staring straight into my eyes-intense, unreadable.
For a second, I thought, shayad nahi denge. (he will not give me). But then— my breath hitched because he suddenly went down on his knees.
My heart skipped as he gently held my right foot. I stepped back instantly, not because i was afraid but because i was startled. "Y-yeh aap kya kar rahe hain?!" (W-what are you doing?!)
He looked up at me calmly. "Shhh," he said softly. "Karne dijiye... jo hum kar rahe hain." (Let me do… what i'm doing.)
And before i could protest again, he lifted my foot— and placed it on his chest and that too right over his heart.
Not on his thigh like shown in movies but right on his chest. My entire body froze.
A sudden, violent flutter exploded in my stomach—like a thousand butterflies waking up at once. 'Yeh kya feel ho raha hai...?' (what am i feeling..?) I didn't understand it but i knew one thing for sure that i wasn't hating it.
Lately... whenever he came close... touched me... teased me— i was liking it. More and more.
He opened the anklet carefully and wrapped it around my ankle, his fingers gentle and lingering there with quiet devotion. As he secured it, he turned his face slightly—and to tighten the hook, he used his teeth and his.. his lips brushed against my skin.
My breath stopped. At the end, his lips brushed my foot again. Soft... Lingering... like—a.. a kiss.
My mind screamed. 'No. He didn't kiss it. He was just fixing the payal. Bas.' I forced myself to believe it. He placed my foot back down gently and reached for my other foot without breaking the eye contact.
My heartbeat doubled. Again, he lifted it and again placed it against his chest. And again— that same care... that same closeness... that same feeling.
When his lips brushed my skin this time, I knew. 'Yeh imagination nahi hai (its not an imagination)and he had kissed my feet for real.'
My chest felt tight. My face burned. Before my brain could catch up, my body reacted. I pulled my foot back instantly. Suddenly. Instinctively. My heart was racing and my breath uneven— and i didn't even know why.
But then somehow i gathered myself. Whatever that feeling was—confusion, nervousness, butterflies— i pushed it down.
I looked at him, trying to sound angry... but my voice betrayed me. It came out almost like a whisper. "Aapne... yeh kya kiya?" (What did you… do?)
He straightened up slowly rising to his full height, suddenly towering over me. That calm confidence of his— so unfair. He looked at me for a second and then smiled. Not mischievous. Not teasing. Just... him.
"Payal pehnayi, aur kya?" (I made you wear anklets, what else?) he said simply. I frowned. "Aise... aise kaun pehnata hai?" (Like this... who wears it like this?) My voice was still low but controlled... trying very hard to be normal.
He tilted his head slightly. "Aise ka matlab kaise?" (What do you mean by “like this”?) Then with that faint smirk, "Pairo par hi toh pehnayi, Jaan. Haath par thodi na pehnte hain...!" (I only made you wear it on your feet, darling. I wouldn't make you wear it on your hands...!)
My heart skipped. I was sure— i had felt it. His lips.. On my skin... like a kiss. But my instincts tried to calm me down. 'Ho sakta hai hook band karte waqt.. bas touch hua hoga... Rana-sa aisa kyun karenge... jaan-bujh ke??' (Maybe while clasping the hook of the payal (means anklet), his lips just would have touched.. Why will rana-sa do that.. And that too knowingly??)
Yes. That made sense. I quickly averted my gaze unable to hold his eyes any longer. My cheeks felt warm and my heartbeat was still uneven. He didn't said anything or tease me. Instead, he said softly, "Chalein?" (shall we go?) and i just nodded.
As I took a step forward, the soft sound followed me— Chan... chan... and i froze for half a second.But then a smile slowly, helplessly spread across my lips. I didn't even realize it. But with every step, with every chan... chan... my heart felt strangely... happy.
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( i forgot to tell you Moksh has started calling Siya as Bhabhi-maa.. Instead of Bhabhi-sa
To know why read ahead..! )
Avinash's voice rose sharply, cutting through the room. "Moksh, how many times do I have to tell you—think before you act!"
Moksh stood still, eyes lowered, shoulders tense. Before the words could grow harsher, Siya stepped forward. She placed herself subtly between them, her voice calm but firm.
"Rana-sa," she said gently, "he understands. Yelling won't help." Avinash turned toward her, surprised. Siya met his gaze without flinching.
Avinash stated with a harsh voice, "He's only twenty-two and doing illegal car racing..!" But she said calmly, "He made a mistake, not a crime."
Moksh looked up, relief flickering in his eyes as Siya rested a reassuring hand on his arm.
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Moksh reached across the dining table to grab something when his elbow hit the glass and water spilled instantly and the glass broke but one piece pierced through siya's foot.
"Oh no-" he gasped. As soon as Avinash saw slight blood, "What the hell, Moksh!" he snapped. "Do you even realize.. What you did?"
Moksh froze, hands shaking. "Bhai, i- i didn't mean to.. It was accidental, i swear-"
Before Avinash could continue, Siya said without raising her voice. "Rana-sa," she said calmly, "it was an accident.. and i am okay!"
Avinash frowned. "Still, he should be careful."
"He will be," Siya replied gently, glancing at Moksh. "Right now, scolding won't undo it, right??!"
Moksh watched her silently, chest tight— she hadn't even looked annoyed.
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Later, Moksh stood outside their room like waiting. Siya was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. As soon as she saw him, "Why are you standing at the door? Huh!!? Come here.."
Moksh blinked and walked towards the bed, "You're... not angry?" She shook her head. "Why would I be? Everyone makes mistakes."
"But bhai—" he started. "Your brother gets angry because he worries," Siya said softly. "But fear doesn't teach. Calm does."
She then added cupping his face, "Next time, be careful okay", —not harsh, just practical. Moksh nodded. No lecture. No blame. Just guidance. Something warm settled in his chest.
Without thinking, he murmured, "Thank you... Bhabhi-Maa." Siya paused. "What did you call me?" Moksh looked embarrassed but honest. "You protect me every time. You explain instead of shouting. You correct me without getting angry.." He swallowed. "That's what a mother do."
Siya's eyes softened. He looked up, eyes sincere. "From today," he said, voice steady, "you're not just my bhabhi-sa." Siya frowned. "Then?" He smiled softly, emotion thick in his voice. "You're my Bhabhi-Maa."
And she pulled him into a hug without thinking.
( here the reasoning ends..! )
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As we stepped from the last staircase, i heard a whistle and that was made by none other than Ishita. I froze for half a second... but then don't know why but i was feeling actually shy for the first time tonight.
"Ohooo," Ishita grinned. "Looks like someone is blushing already", she added teasingly. And then Moksh almost ran toward me. "Bhabhi-maa!" he announced dramatically. "Aap kya keher lag rahi ho!" (How beautiful are you looking!)
I blinked. "M-Moksh—" He continued without stopping, eyes wide. "Bhai-sa toh behosh hone nahi wale," he said, glancing sideways at Rana-sa, "par party mein aur bhi log honge... unka kya hoga?!" (My brother is not going to faint.. But there will be other people at the party.. What will happen to them?!)
Before i could react, i felt a strong glare shoot past me. Rana-sa's glare. "Moksh", he just said his name and that was enough.
Moksh immediately zipped his mouth. "Okay okay!!" he muttered backing away. "Sach bhi nahi bol sakte aajkal..!" (now i can't even say the truth..!)
Ishita laughed and stepped forward, wrapping me in a warm hug. "Siya," she said softly, holding my shoulders and looking at me properly, "you are looking breath-taking." She then sighed dramatically, "Kaash main ladka hoti." (i wish. i were a boy).
Moksh instantly jumped back in, "Doctor ka number chahiye?" he asked innocently. Ishita slapped his arm. "Chup kar!" (shut up!). Everyone laughed- except Avinash who was still watching everything quietly.
Then Nandini aunty came toward me. The moment her eyes met mine, she gasped softly. "Haaye..." she said, touching my cheek. "Kisiki nazar na lage meri bachhi ko." (may no evil eye befall on my daughter). She brought her fingers together, circled them near my forehead and lightly snapped them—like casting off the evil eye.
"Bas," she said lovingly. "Ab theek hai." (alright, that's fine now). My heart felt full. Aditya uncle stepped forward next. He placed a gentle, fatherly hand on my head. "Enjoy karna, beta," he said warmly and i nodded, "Ji, uncle."
Inside, my heart was pounding. This was the first time... First time i was stepping out like this in public— with Rana-sa... although i had sometimes and met the people of Rajasthan during shopping times... But this would be.... First time the world would actually see Avinash Singh Rathore's wife.
News has spread like a fire.. But no one has uptill now seen the wife of Avinash Singh Rathore.. And today they are going to see that.
Kirti chachi and Nikhil chachu came next. "Arre waah," (Oh wow) Kirti chachi said, smiling wide. "Hamari Siya toh bilkul rani lag rahi hai." (Our siya is looking like a queen) Nikhil chachu nodded. "Rani lag nahi rahi hai.. Meri beti Rani hi hai!" he added proudly. (She is not looking like a Queen.. She is a Queen)
I smiled, feeling my cheeks warm again. Then came Dadu and Dadi. Dadi held my hands lovingly. "Kitni sundar lag rahi hai," (You are looking so beautiful.) she said softly. Dadu just passed a smiled.
Moksh leaned toward Ishita and stage-whispered loudly, "Lagta hai koi jal raha hai..." Ishita raised an eyebrow. "Kaun?" (Who?) Moksh grinned. "Bhai-sa aur kon..! Meri bhabhi-maa ki itni tareef jo ho rahi hai!" (Brother who else...! look at how much everyone is praising my mother like sister-in-law!)
Avinash shot him another warning glare. I lowered my eyes, smiling to myself— my heart beating fast and the chan-chan of my payal soft against the marble floor.
I looked around for a moment and then asked Nandini aunty, "Aunty... Rudra bhaiya kahan hai?" (Aunty... where is Rudra bhaiya?) Nandini aunty just shook her head with a smile and said, "Uske pair ghar mein tikte hi kaha hai..." (His feet are never settled at home...)
Hearing this, i frowned 'Why??' then she continued, "Baara mahine mein se das-das mahine toh Russia mein hi pada rehta hai!" (Out of twelve months, he stays in Russia for almost ten months!)
I just nodded, processing her words silently. I just hummed realizing it would be difficult to see Rudra bhaiya here.
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