Ashtram and Vedant walked into the speakeasy with an aura that demanded attention. The dim lighting, combined with the rhythmic thumping of the music, cast an almost chaotic ambiance. Their sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and Ashtram's jaw clenched as his gaze locked on Niranya and Megha on the dance floor.
There they were-his angel and Vedant's troublemaker-swaying to the music, laughing like carefree spirits without a hint of concern for the world.
Ashtram's eyes darkened as his gaze fell on Niranya. That dress. That fucking dress. It hugged her curves in all the right ways, leaving just enough for his imagination to spiral out of control. His hand balled into a fist, trying to suppress the possessive growl threatening to escape his throat.
"Aggghh... why, jaan?" Ashtram muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why do you make it so hard for me to think straight?"
Vedant nudged him with a smirk, though his own frustration was evident as his eyes followed Megha. "Looks like your jaan and my headache are having the time of their lives."
"Not for long," Ashtram said with an edge, already striding toward the dance floor. Vedant followed close behind.
As they reached the girls, Niranya noticed Ashtram first, her hazy eyes lighting up in recognition.
"Ash... aap... mere pati Ash jese kyun lag rahe hain?"
("Ash... you... why do you look like my husband Ash?") she slurred, her voice laced with drunken wonder.
Ashtram's lips twitched as he caught her by the waist before she stumbled. "kyuki, aapka pati Ash hi hoon, Biwi ji,"
("Because, I am your husband Ash, dear wife,") he said, his tone both amused and exasperated.
Next to them, Megha turned her blurry gaze toward Vedant, pointing a slightly unsteady finger at him. "Aur tum... tum mere boyfriend Ved jese kyun lag rahe ho?"
("And you... why do you look like my boyfriend Vedant?")
Vedant smirked, scooping her up before she could sway into someone else. "Ab tumhara Ved hi hoon, toh kya lagunga? Raksesh?"
("Well, I am your Ved, so what else would I look like? A demon?")
Megha blinked at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Haan, Ved, tum toh mere hero ho... raksesh ho, lekin mera raksesh!"
("Yes, Ved, you're my hero... a demon, but my demon!")
Niranya tugged at Ashtram's arm, pouting. "Ash... mujhe aur dance karna hai!"
("Ash... I want to dance more!")
Ashtram exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. "Ghar chaliye, Angel. Wahan aapko ache se dance karwata hoon,"
("Let's go home, Angel. I'll make you dance properly there,") he said, his tone calm but laced with a possessive edge.
Niranya blinked up at him with a dreamy smile. "Aap... dance karenge mere saath?"
("You... will dance with me?")
Vedant rolled his eyes at Ashtram. "Bhai, yeh toh abhi tumse ballroom dance bhi karwa legi."
("Brother, she'll make you do ballroom dancing now.")
Before Ashtram could respond, Megha interrupted with a giggle. "Ved! Tum mujhe leke ud jao na, jaise hero movies mein karte hain!"
("Ved! Fly away with me, like heroes do in movies!")
Vedant groaned. "Udna toh nahi hoga, Megha, par tumhe yahan se leke zarur jaunga."
("Flying is not happening, Megha, but I'll definitely take you from here.") He glanced at Ashtram. "Chal, in dono ko sambhalte hain."
("Come on, let's handle these two.")
Ashtram, already fed up, bent down and scooped Niranya into his arms with ease. "Aapko toh abhi ghar le jaana padega, Angel."
("You have to be taken home now, Angel.")
Niranya looped her arms around his neck, giggling. "Aap mere Ash ho na... sach mein?"
("You're my Ash... really?")
Ashtram's lips twitched as he fought back a smile. "Haan, Angel, aapke Ash hoon. Ab chup karke chaliye mere sath."
("Yes, Angel, I'm your Ash. Now come quietly with me.")
Next to him, Vedant picked up a giggling Megha, who playfully poked his chest. "Ved, tum hero lag rahe ho... par na, tum bohot boring ho!"
("Ved, you look like a hero... but you're very boring!")
Vedant muttered under his breath, "Tumhe sambhalte-sambhalte hero se villain banne wala hoon."
("Taking care of you will turn me from a hero into a villain.")
As the two men carried the drunk women out of the speakeasy, they exchanged exasperated looks.
Ashtram sighed, adjusting Niranya in his arms. "dono milke hume pagal kar denge."
("These two will drive us crazy together.")
Vedant nodded, carrying a still-giggling Megha. "Bilkul sahi kaha. Ek din hum dono ka dimag kharab karke chodengi ye dono."
("Absolutely right. One day, they'll drive us completely mad.")
Both men silently vowed to never let their women near alcohol again as they headed toward their cars, their burdens giggling in blissful oblivion.
I gently place Niranya into the passenger seat, her body still warm and heavy from the alcohol. The soft giggle she lets out as I buckle her seatbelt only adds fuel to the fire that is already raging inside me. Damn it, why can't she stay out of trouble for one damn night?
Sighing, I make my way to the driver's side and slide into the seat, my hands gripping the wheel for a moment as I try to steady my thoughts. I can feel her eyes on me, even though I don't dare look at her just yet. She's drunk-soft, vulnerable, but somehow impossibly tempting. I'm a ticking time bomb, and she doesn't even know it.
As I'm about to buckle my own seatbelt, I feel a shift beside me. Before I can process it, Niranya-my drunk angel-unclicks her seatbelt and slides over to my lap. My breath catches in my throat, and I freeze, the shock jolting through me. What the hell is she doing?
"Jaan," I begin, but she isn't listening. Her hazy eyes lock with mine, and before I can stop her, she leans in.
"Ash..." she whispers, her voice heavy with drunken affection. Her hands cup my face, and the next thing I know, her lips are on mine.
For a moment, I'm too stunned to react. My body is rigid, caught between the rush of heat she's igniting and the sheer disbelief that my wife-drunk and beautiful-is kissing me like this, without a care in the world.
She pulls away just enough to look at me, a small, goofy smile tugging at her lips. "I love you, Ash," she murmurs, her voice slurring ever so slightly.
I stare at her, completely taken aback. The weight of her words hits me like a fucking ton of bricks, and for a second, I can't breathe. "You're... drunk, Jaan. What the hell are you-?"
But she's already lost in her own little world, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Does it matter? I love you, Ash..." Her voice softens, almost childlike, as if she's revealing some sweet secret.
I can't stop the grin that tugs at my lips. The way she looks at me, the way her eyes twinkle even in her intoxicated state-it's like she has no idea the chaos she's causing inside me.
I reach up and gently take her hands in mine, my fingers trembling ever so slightly as I hold them. "You have no fucking clue what you're doing to me right now, do you?" I say, my voice rougher than I intended.
She giggles, her breath warm against my skin. "I know... I just want you to know... I love you." Her face softens as she stares at me, her lips just inches from mine again.
For a moment, I want to resist. To tell her to stop, to remind her of everything that's at stake. But how the hell can I? My angel is in my lap, confessing her love in the most innocent, unexpected way. She's mine... and I have no fucking clue what to do with that.
"Damnit, Jaan," I mutter, before finally giving in to the pull between us. I crush my lips against hers, letting her taste of wine and sweetness take over. She responds instantly, her lips soft, urgent, and eager.
For a moment, it feels like the world stops-like it's just the two of us, lost in the warmth of each other. And when she pulls away, breathless, I can only shake my head in disbelief.
"You've completely lost your mind, haven't you?" I whisper, my fingers trailing down her back.
She smiles again, as if she doesn't have a care in the world. "I think I'm just in love."
And as I stare at her, this beautiful, drunk Angel in my arms, I can't help but think... maybe I've already gone mad, too.
I place her back on my lap, my hands firmly holding the steering wheel as I start the car. Niranya's playful hands roam, fingers tracing the curve of my neck and brushing against my shirt buttons, teasing me in ways that make it nearly impossible to focus.
Every kiss she plants on my skin, every giggle that escapes her lips, ignites a fire inside me. But somehow, I manage to control myself, keeping my mind focused on the road, even though my body screams for more.
The drive feels like it takes forever, but finally, we pull up to the mansion. I barely suppress a sigh of relief, knowing the night's chaos is far from over.
Finally, I lift her up in my arms, her giggles never ceasing, and carry her to our bedroom. Despite her drunken state, she's still playful, her tiny hands clinging to me. I lay her down on the bed, but before I can even step back, she stands up again, her movements unsteady but full of energy.
She stumbles over to the music system and presses a button, and soon, the room fills with the energetic beats of "Aaj Ki Raat Maza Hushna Ka." Without a second thought, she starts dancing, her body swaying, and she sings along, her voice a sweet mess of off-key notes.
Her carefree laughter fills the room as she twirls around, and despite everything, I can't help but watch her, completely mesmerized by the sight. Her intoxicated innocence is a dangerous temptation, but I stand still, unsure if I should laugh or scold her. The tension in the room is almost palpable, but all I can think of is her-the chaos, the beauty, the unpredictability.
"Jaan, stop," I say, my voice strained, though there's no real authority in it. She's too far gone to listen, too caught up in her own world of drunken joy. I cross the room to her, but she only giggles louder, spinning away from my reach.
My breath hitches as I watch her start unzipping her dress, my eyes widening in shock and concern. "Angel, no!" I quickly move closer, trying to grab her hands to stop her. "Fuck, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."
My control slipping, I mutter to myself, "No, Angel. This isn't right. You're intoxicated, hating me one moment, trying to seduce me the next. I swore I wouldn't take advantage..."
Her fingers fumble with the zipper of her dress, her movements unsteady, and I feel a mix of desire and restraint welling up inside me. I close my eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather control over the storm raging inside me. But the urge to protect her, to stop her from doing something she might regret, outweighs everything else.
"Angel..." I mutter under my breath, unable to stop myself as my hands reach for the back of her dress. My fingers tremble slightly as I undo the zipper, trying to keep my focus. The moment I feel the fabric loosen, I quickly slide the dress off her shoulders, determined to take control of the situation before it spirals out of hand.
She looks up at me with those drunken eyes, still caught in her own little world. "Ash... love me... claim me... make me yours..." she murmurs, her voice soft, almost needy.
My heart clenches at her words, but I know I can't let this happen, not like this. Taking a deep breath, I cup her face gently, my voice firm yet tender. "Angel, I'll make you mine when your eyes shine with certainty, not intoxication. When your heart reaches for me with love, not impulse. Not like this, my love-you deserve more."
She blinks up at me, her expression dazed, and then pouts as if trying to process my words. Then, with a slight whine, she mumbles, "I want to wear your shirt, Ash."
A chuckle escapes me despite the tension, my heart clenching at her adorable demand. "You really are something else, Jaan," I murmur, shaking my head before unbuttoning my shirt. My hands move mechanically as I strip it off and gently place it over her head, guiding her arms into the sleeves. The fabric is large on her, almost swallowing her small frame, but she doesn't seem to mind.
I watch her for a moment, my heart torn between wanting to take her in my arms and needing to stop this madness before it goes too far. But in this moment, with the soft fabric of my shirt draped around her, I can't help but feel a mix of pride and fear. This is my angel, lost in her own world, and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to her.
"Stay with me, Jaan," I say softly, my voice hoarse. "Please. Just stay with me."
I gently lay her back on the bed, her giggles fading as I pull the blanket over her. But before I can even step away, she suddenly pulls me on top of her, her arms wrapping around my neck. I freeze for a moment, my breath caught in my throat.
"Wifey, please don't make me lose control..." I whisper, my voice strained with the effort it takes to keep my composure. I try to pull back, but she clings to me like a lifeline, her eyes heavy with drunken desire.
"Hold me in your arms, Ash..." she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.
My heart stutters at her words, and I can't help but smile softly, nodding. Even in this state, she seeks comfort in me, as if she knows, deep down, that I'm the one who can make her feel safe. Despite her intoxication, despite the confusion clouding her thoughts, she trusts me. And in this moment, that's all that matters.
I know that when she wakes up, when the haze clears from her mind, she'll push me away. She won't want me near her, not in this way, not like this. But I also know that she loves me, even if she won't admit it yet. She needs me now, needs my arms around her to keep her grounded, even if it's only for tonight.
Her every wish is my command.
So I slide into bed beside her, carefully wrapping my arms around her fragile frame. She snuggles closer, her body melting into mine as she finally falls into a peaceful sleep. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel a sense of relief, of peace, that I haven't felt in a long time.
With her in my arms, my heart calms, and I finally let go of the tension that's been building for days, weeks, months. Slowly, the exhaustion catches up with me, and I drift off to sleep, knowing that for this moment, she's mine-my angel, my wife-and nothing else matters.
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