Advit's pov

We finally made it to the Rajgharana Palace. It was a magnificent building with an aesthetic vibe that was ideal for creating Insta reels so that you could show the world how fortunate and unique you are. You know, making people jealous is in every human nature.The palace was built in the Indian style, with curved stones depicting a deity or a wonderful story of mystery.

As I walked in the compound, I noticed a barren garden with very few flowers. A lonely garden with no flowers which ache my heart. Thank God , I brought some flower seeds.

Then I met Shobha Bhabhi, who was still as stunning as ever. She and a maid name Chanda , then escorted me to my room. But my room was quite a distance away; we have been walking for 30 minutes straight and had not arrived yet. Did they set up a special room for me? That was unnecessary, though; mein itna bhi khaas na hu.

When I finally arrived at my room, I could not say I was happy. Although, The room was beautiful and spacious, and it gave off a royal vibe; the issue was the location. I was assigned to the topfloor floor of the building's cornermost room.

Why did they assign me a room in such a deserted palace that was so lonely and eerie? Am I supposed to live alone on this floor? Aren't they worried; agar kisi bhootni ne mera izzat loot liya toh, mein kaha muh dikhaunga( What if a white lady took pleasure off my body in my sleep? I am going to die, and my reputation will be ruined.

From what I have seen; in some Bollywood horror films, the only living thing in a place like this is a vengeful, evil spirit that constantly lurks around like a mad drunkard, spreading their influence throughout the palace and appearing in moments of silence, solitude, and serenity. Furthermore, the vengeful spirit is always a lustful evil who always takes the heroine's blanket off her body while she is sleeping. Literally, no shame, no diginity as a vengeful spirit. And always having a thing for the lead female.

In this day and age, the spiteful spirit can also be gay.

God, please, let me hope that the demonic spirit is heterosexual. Please don't let the evil be gay.

What if it was a white woman? Then I hope she is not going to be an old hag. I am not a die hard fan of age gap.

" Bhabhi, Why is my room so far away from others?" I walked up behind her and asked.

"Oh, Yash told us that you would like a quiet room without any noise. Therefore, we believe that this is the only room that will match your expectation. we set everything up for you."

I forced a laugh." Oh, how thoughtful of Yash."

Yash, son of a bitch. I will get back at you for this.

"All of your belongings are already inside; rest for the time being. You must be worn out from the trip."

With a charming smile; she smiled at me. Shobha bhabhi left the room to take care of her household chores.

Yash is a fortunate bastard to have a wonderful wife like Bhabhi. She is a veterinary doctor who manages both her career and household responsibilities with professionalism. She makes a wonderful wife because she is intelligent, quick to understand, and a skilled cook. Oh ! Wait, I forgot something. Yep, I completely forgot about it. Bhabhi always brings up her best friend when talking about food.

Again, what was her name?

It was my dream to meet her; she is a dream; her name in Hindi is 'DREAM'.

Once, when they had just gotten married; Yash and Shobha Bhabi. I received an invitation to dinner in their house. I was escatic to go because I was sick of eating a takeout food. I was praising Bhabhi's culinary skills thinking she will be delighted to hear. But...

"Sapna cooks better than I do. You will not be able to stop eating her food once you have eaten it, even if you lick your fingers." With immense confidence, she answered.

I lifted an eyebrow and looked at Yash; he spoke without giving me a sidelong glance.

"Your bhabhi's high school friend."In a depressing tone, he spoke.

"Best friend!" Bhabhi corrected him, sounding as though she would give him a hard slap on the face.

"Oh, my dear, your memory is getting worse. I have told you to eat more fresh, green vegetables and walnuts But you will not even listen to me, my dear."

"Hey, bhagyawan!," Yash clasped both hands together. "Forgive me this once. I promise not to forget again."

" You better Don't."

" Waise bhabhi is your friend. Oops, I meant your bestie, is she single?"

"Yes, she is. Should I introduced you to her?"

I giggled. " Sure, your friend must be nice, too, because you are so kind and intelligent."

"She is kinder than I am, so I think you will love her. You two will most certainly become lovers, in my opinion. You are strangely similar to each other."

" How so?"

She smiled. "You will know when you meet her."

"But, Bhabhi, people always say opposites attract. Won't like-like always repel. Never heard of two similar people attracting each other."

"All of your answers will become clear to you over time."

After hearing that, a sudden urge to meet someone I have never seen held my mind in a thrilling curiosity. A girl I have only heard about has captured my wandering thoughts. How she looks, how she smile, how she talk, I don't know. But she already seemed beautiful to my mind.

Our fate was to collide like two stars, even though we had no idea of it.

Since I have met her, she is somewhat kharus and not at all like Bhabhi. She is just as fierce as a riled-up kitten. She was nothing like the girl who had taken over my thoughts. And me, a naive and delusional fool who continues to look for the girl I had imagined in her. That may be the only justification I can give for my behavior towards her.

After that, Bhabhi went to the kitchen to get some rice. I made a gesture with my hand to Yash, whispering something to him.

" Yaar, how do you handle bhabhi's temper? "

"You will naturally learn once you get married, so do not worry."

I smiled foolishly, for some unknown reason.

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Then there was a knock on the door, bringing me back to reality from the memory lapse. I watched Sapna enter the room without having my prior permission to enter. Just look at her audacity, do you see that, this woman is so kharus? Maha Kharus; with no manners. And her face said it all: she does not give a fuck.

She hesitated to speak for a moment, averting her gaze here and there. After that, she cleared her throat.

" Aap ko kisi bhi cheez ki jarurat ho toh, aap mujhe be fikar hoke Bata sakte hai."

(If you need anything, please tell me without hesitation.)

I placed one hand on my chin and pretended to think. To make my act more convincing, I turned around and looked around the room to see if I needed anything, and she was paying close attention to my actions. I turned to look at her and smiled.

"Fihal ke liye mujhe aap chahiye," I stated.

(Right now; all I need is you.)

She was stunned for a moment; her lips slightly parted. Then she narrowed her eyes.

" Accha? Why wouldn't you need me? Hum toh aapke nokkar chakkar hai na( I am your servant afterall. ( You will definitely need me)kyu jarurat nahi hongi meri aapko."

My lips dropped into a smile.

Before I could think of a countermove, she gave me a menacing look and turned to leave. I usually have a great comeback, able to leave people in complete silence. But she caught me off guard this time. I promise you will see my true potential the next time, no mercy.

Her cuteness was so deadly that it distracted me, and she appeared strangely cute in a way that is difficult to describe. Why did she have this deadly combination of fierceness and cuteness?

In my thirty-one years, the majority of girls I have met have always spoken to me in a sweet way; only a few have spoken to me as if they wanted to throw me off the top of Mount Everest. So her attitude toward me is like a breath of fresh air, similar to centerfruit.

I love how fiercely she responded to all of my flirtatious comments. I had thought of her as a shy, innocent, and sweet girl when I first laid eyes on her, but she killed my hopes like a psychopath showing no mercy; it turns out that she is an aggressive type. Lekin Maja aata hai yaar aise ladkio ko cherne mein (But it is quite fun to tease a girl like her).

We could become friends, which would be nice, only if she want.

Next, she arrived carrying a plate of food. I was finished freshening up by the time she arrived at my door. I was in the middle of getting dressed; do not worry, I am not naked; she would scream like a bloody Mary if I showed her my junior Avi at our first meeting. I was wearing pants and buttoning my shirt as I faced the wall; it may appear strange, but being half naked in front of a stranger makes me uncomfortable, and the awkwardness kills my soul; because they would be silently staring at my bare body while I was busy dressing up, but I could still feel their eyes on me.

"Chachi sent it for you."

"Keep it on the table." I said when I was at the last button to be pressed. She placed the plate on the table and was about to leave.

" Wait a min..."

She paused at the door, looked at me over her shoulder for a moment.

" Have you eaten?"

For an instant, her gaze flickered away, as if she was debating whether to tell the truth or lie. At last, she shook her head.

"Why?" I asked.

"I am not hungry."

My eyes soften. " Kuch Khalo. Khud ne toh kuch nahi khaya aur dusro ko khana Dene aayi ho."

(Eat something. You haven't eaten anything yourself and have come to give food to others.)

" I am not hungry." She recites it like a holy mantra.

" Aise kaise, insaan ho, khana toh jaruri hai na."

[How can it be that way when, as a human, eating is a basic human need, no?]

"I will eat later, you have your breakfast first. I will check in on you later."

"Why later? eat now, in front of me"

She yelled."Why would it matter to you whether I eat or not? Don't you understand anything I said? Are your ears deaf?"

Yes, it does matter. Because she missed her breakfast for she had come to pick me up instead of Shobha Bhabhi.

What I was meant to say was the written line above. However, my character setting of being a flirt prevented me from doing so. I know it's a bad habit.

"Has anybody told you this?"

She frowned and asked, "What?"

"You are so cute when you are angry. Could you please show me another angry expression? I am extremely ecstatic and euphoric."

She gave a disgusted look that read, "Oh pagal Purush!" and twitched her brow as she gagged. Behja Sattak Gaya Hai kya?(Oh, you crazy, sexist man! Did you lose your mind?) Maybe that is what she was trying to say.

"You make jokes in every situation. "What type of man are you?"

"Ji, I am a man of your kind." I am a kind man."

I was dying to hear her powerful comeback, but she stopped just as she was about to say something. She should not have stopped. My effort will be in vain to provoke her. But she shook her head, as if telling herself not to lose her cool.

Please, lose your cool.

" Actually, I am the one who is mad, a fool for wasting my breath in trying to have a meaningful conversation with you. It is better that I banged my head on this brick wall than bang my head at your nonsense."

She left, slamming the door shut with a loud thud behind her. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurts. I do believe that when my personality is bad, she will not want to be my friend. My ferocious passion will take some time to melt her protective layers.

Get to know me once and you will be addicted.

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I was lying down on my bed. Then I heard faint footsteps coming towards my room. I did not even open my eyes because I was too lazy to check who it was. I heard someone knock on the door. Although, I kept the door opened.

" Please, come in." I said lazily.

The faint footsteps grew louder and clearer as they approached my bed. I knew it could not be a man because a man's footsteps sounded like a horse, so I assumed it was a woman. It could be Bhabhi. Then darkness fell over my closed eyes, and I gradually, slowly opened them to see the face of the intruder.

Guess who it was? My favourite person. I smiled without thinking. She had her arms folded against her breast, looking down at me as if I were the most useless thing on this earth.

I said in a playful tone." Meri itni, jaldi yaad aagayi aapko.(Did you start to miss me as soon as I was out of sight?)

She sighed, then disappointedly looked at the untouched plate of food , then she brought her attention to me. I was too tired to feel hungry, so I just slept for 30 minutes.

" Why?"

" What?"

" Why didn't you eat?" Her voice was heavy as she asked.

"Because you didn't, that's it."

" Seriously."

"I am born serious, always serious, forever serious."

She was massaging her temple; I must have given her a severe headache.

"Eat it now before it gets tasteless, the food is getting cold."

" I am not eating."

" Why?"

I smirked. "Why would it matter to you whether I eat food or not? Don't you understand anything I said? Are your ears deaf?"

Now, what will you say?

"The elders are calling you downstairs; eat quickly and get there."

" I am not going."

" You will be scolded"

" Me, Advit Greval as long as I live; is not scared of anyone."

" They will be upset."

"Who gives a damn?"

" I am at my wit's end with you." She muttered under her breath, and I chuckled.

" Why don't you just leave me alone. I am not going anywhere without first filling my stomach."

"I can't. They asked me to bring you along."

" Is it? Then I will eat only in one condition."

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