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Chapter 28 : Spark

The car ride was filled with conversation, it was mostly the women in the back seat who kept the conversation going. Occasionally Abhi would pitch in when he was not occupied cursing the other drivers on the road.

It took them over forty minutes to reach the nightclub. It was a venture of a popular chain of five star restaurants and stood across the main hotel building separated by a huge lawn respective parking and a vast fountain. Since Abhi had already reserved an open parking spot and they had easily parked their car in a quiet corner. Aadarsh got off the car looking at the building. The building was one of his projects. There was a huge queue of people at the second entrance on the far end. However, the first entrance which was exclusively reserved for the VIPs was free.

His gaze drifted to the back door of the car as he heard it click open. Ruhaani stepped out, her hands going up to adjust her dress. She pulled up the dress at her shoulders, conscious of the neckline. His gaze followed the hurried movements of her hand as she ran her hand over the dress to smoothen it. She pushed the door shut and took one step to the side only to wobble. Almost instantly, Aadarsh leaped forward and held her arm.

She looked up at him momentarily and down at the cobbled path. The block of her heel had sunk into the gap created by two adjacent uneven cobbles. "I am fine, I don't need you support to walk," she said in a clipped voice with her eyes narrowed at him.

He blinked, pulling his hand back. "You sure, about that? I think you're not used to the heels. The surface is uneven." He said. He knew she was still pissed about his biting remark just before they had left home.

"Oh trust me, I can manage myself."

He nodded, sweeping his hand to the front, gesturing for her to walk. As she stepped ahead, he fell in step with her.

"This place looks ultra cool." Ashvi commented.

"Wait till you see the inside," Abhi grinned, offering her his arm.

"You've already been here?" Ruhaani asked.

"Yes, Bhai and I have come here like twice before." He answered looking over his shoulder as they walked ahead.

Ruhaani walked slowly and carefully. She didn't want to give the man beside her a chance to taunt her. Surprisingly, he also walked slowly despite the fact that he wore sports shoes. She glanced at him sideways and noticed he was just as much monitoring her steps as she was. That was a thoughtful gesture. This bipolar man would drive her crazy.

She yelped as her focus shifted and her leg twisted on a cobble. Her hands immediately grabbed his arm for support.

"I told you!" The words rolled of his tongue like they were ready there, waiting to be out.

Ruhaani swallowed her pride. Yes, it had been a while she had worn heels more than two inches long. Yes, the surface was very uneven. She should have got off the other side, the surface there was plain. But here she was always making imperfect choices.

His right arm went around her waist while his left held her right hand, to give her support. "Is your foot okay?"

"Yes," she rasped, distracted by the warmth that had engulfed her. He was so damn close. She would end up kissing his cheek, if she moved her face forward by a few inches. His scent was so indulge-worthy. Most of all, it was that strong arm draped around her waist and his tight grip of his fingers on her, that messed with her mind.

"Focus on your feet. Step on the flatter and bigger rocks." He instructed his gaze still on the short path ahead of them. "Avoid the round ones, like this one." He used the tip of his shoe to point at a very round cobble.

"Like I didn't have that figure out," she muttered. Aadarsh loved to be the one to tell people what to do. He considered the world to depend on him, on his rationale, his wisdom, his inputs. She had lived most of her life, being dependent on no one but herself. She knew, she knew how to handle everything. Yet, here this man was thinking she was some damsel in distress who needed him. No, he was wrong. She had been a girl who had lost everything and no one to hold her hand. She had grown to he a woman who knew how to manage.

He chose to not respond. She was being unreasonably snappy at the moment. It was best to not escalate this debate, more so when they were out.

In less than two minutes, they were on the flat surface. She let go of his hand and he immediately dropped his left arm to the side. However, his right hand simple shifted from the side of her waist to her back.

Ruhaani took in a sharp breath. His hand was exactly at the hollow of her lower back. A little higher and his hand would be on her skin exposed by the patterned cut of the dress. A little lower and it would be on her backside. It was a fairly common thing for a man to have his hand on his wife's back as he walked beside her. However not for them. She wondered if he still thought she couldn't manage to walk on her own without tripping. He must have been thinking that, why else would he let his hand linger on her back.

They entered through the heavy doors after Abhi got some QR code scanned. A dark but lighted alley of carpeted floor led them to a room filled with music, colourful bedazzling lights, shiny surfaces. The room was circular. In the centre was a proper dancing stage. The ceiling lights were bedazzled. Around the room ran a circular shaped bar. The bar was as sophisticated as the ones she saw in Hollywood movies, with glasses hanging upside down behind the bar counter and a rack of expensive looking bottles.

On either side of the entrance alley was a staircase that led up to the first floor where there was sophisticated seating for dining.

"Let's go up," Abhi suggested.

"No, let's go dance," Ashvi said excitedly.

Abhi turned to the floor where a very few people were dancing.

"Ashvi, let's have some starters first then you can come down to dance." Aadarsh spoke and it was anything but a suggestion.

"Yeah, the party has just begun. Let's fill our stomach, before it gets noisier and more happening. They have the most amazing sizzling honey pineapple!" Abhi said.

Ruhaani was still looking around sinking it all in. It was too luxurious, too movie-like for her to digest easily. Bedazzled lights hanging from he ceiling, different colors of lights criss-crossing over the dance floor, the music with a strong bass playing, it was a proper luxurious club. Like one of those she read in Billionaire books. The air was cool and had a faint scent of alcohol. Then there were people dressed in outfits that were advertised in fashion magazines at a price thrice or ten times of her monthly salary. She definitely felt less dressed. Now she understood why Ashvi had been complaining that her outfit was too simple. However, Ashvi's definitely fit with the other people.

"Bhabhs, how is the ambience?" Abhi asked, turning to her.

"It's unreal." She answered honestly. She had never seen anything like that before.

Abhi chuckled. "I told yaa so. Wait till the live DJ starts, it's going to get like ten times more better."

"Shall we head up the stairs? I can really used some food," Aadarsh spoke. They all nodded.

"Careful up the stairs, ladies," he called out softly, as his sister went first and Ruhaani followed her with Abhi on her side. Ruhaani was almost sure it was for her. As he followed them up, he noticed Ruhaani hold Abhi's hand. And she said she could manage by herself, he thought shaking his head very slightly.

They took a square table along the railing so they could have a better view at the dance floor at the ground floor instead of the almost close round tables on the other side that had a red velvet sofa along the curving walls.

He pulled the chair for Ruhaani as she sat towards the railing. "Don't topple over the railing," he whispered into her ears before seating himself on the one beside her. Abhi was taking photographs—it was definitely more than one— of Ashvi, while she posed leaning her back against the railing.

"Not funny," Ruhaani muttered. It was good that the music wasn't that loud on the first floor, to not be able to hear the other person but just loud enough that the people across the table wouldn't be able to hear them if they didn't talk a bit loudly. A waitress walked over to their table, she smiled and laid four menu folders on the table neatly, and a table number card at the centre.

"It wasn't supposed to be funny. It was a serious warning." He answered back, after smiling at the waitress who walked away. He turned to look at Ruhaani. Up close, she looked even better. Only that her hair should have been left open. "With you, it's possible." He added.

"You should think before speaking, you never know when I might get so annoyed that I might end up shoving you over the railing." She spoke turning to him with an evil smile.

The corners of Aadarsh's lips lifted at that. "Cold blooded murder of the villain, huh?" He remarked, opening the menu placed before him. "You think you can even make me move an inch against my will?" He further asked, glancing at her with rich amusement dancing in his dark eyes and a brow raised up in question.

"You will be surprised,"

"I'd like to see you try sometime." He said with a mocking chuckle.

"Bhaiya, Bhabhs, come here. Let's take a picture. The photos are coming quite well." Ashvi spoke loudly.

"That's because the person who is taking the photograph has basic sense. Unlike some people who only know how to apply filters." Abhi exclaimed.

"Guys, not in the mood." Aadarsh answered and looked back at the menu.

"Bhaiya, please. There's no picture uploaded on your Instagram handle after your wedding picture."

"I thought you posted one on my birthday," he spoke up as, Ashvi walked over to his side. Ashvi managed his Instagram account, most of the times. In fact, she was the one who got him to sign up for it. He hadn't protested much, it would be better if he was connected with his sister on the social media site to know what she was up to.

"Yeah, but you haven't posted any with Bhabhi. Come on please." She said grabbing his arm.

In a minute, he was standing at the railing with Ruhaani on his side. He placed his arm around her waist smiling at the phone his sister held.

"Bhabh's place your hand on Bhaiya's chest or his abdomen." She recommended.

Ruhaani slowly raised her hand and did as she was told. Her gaze raising up to meet Aadarsh's, as her hand flattened against his abdomen. She kept her touch as light as possible, although it was a real good opportunity to find out if his muscles were as hard as they had appeared to be. He immediately looked back at the camera. While she took a few more seconds to look away from him.

Nothing had changed between them yet she felt herself being drawn to him. Maybe it had to do something with seeing him without a shirt. Or perhaps seeing his nipples. Heat rose to her cheeks as those thoughts crossed her mind.

"Bhabhs, Bhai, look at my phone." Abhi said. "Ashvi move."

Aadarsh sighed, "they're such kids!" Ruhaani's smile widened at his comment of frustration. His frustration had a touch of adoration. Only he could complain about something that bought him joy.

After they had taken a couple of selfies, Abhi and Ashvi finally moved to the table, discussing whose photography was better.

Just as they were walking towards the table, Ruhaani suddenly grabbed Aadarsh's arm and raised it halfway up. He turned to look at her perplexed.

"I made you move more than an inch without your will." She exclaimed with a bright winning smile.

He rolled his eyes, "very mature." He stepped forward and pulled her chair, like a perfect gentleman.

She stuck her tongue out at him and quickly looked away just as Pari did to tease someone. Aadarsh held back a smile, as she settled on the chair.

"Anyone else is also in the mood for fish sticks?" Abhi asked.

"Count me in," Ruhaani said when none of the other two answered.

"Awesome, so sizzling honey pineapple, fish sticks. Ash?" He turned to his sister.

"Umm.. I think I'd like to taste paneer pops,"

"Okay, Bhai?" Abhi asked turning to his brother.

After minute Aadarsh looked up from the menu. "Chicken Malai Tikka!"

"How innovative!" Ruhaani muttered. It was no surprise he chose that. He would go through the entire menu and then pick his usual choice.

"I heard that," Aadarsh said turning to her once the waitress arrived and Abhi narrated their order.

"It was my intention!" She said with batting eyelids, giving him a cheeky smile.

With a mild shake of head he looked away.

"Who is going to be sober tonight?" Abhi asked, turning to them.

"Me, because I am a few months shy of twenty one." Ashvi remarked, and then went back to capturing multiple short videos for her Instagram.

"Bhai?"

"I am driving," Aadarsh replied.

"One small drink?" Abhi asked. "Come on, you don't get drunk with a bottle, there's no way a thirty-ml will get you drunk."

"Fine," Aadarsh conceded.

"Bhabhs?"

Suddenly three pairs of eyes were looking at her curiously. "Uh, I think I will have a breezer, apple or orange any flavor would do."

"Virgin mojito for me," Ashvi spoke up. While Abhi waited for the waitress to come back to their table, Ashvi tapped Ruhaani's hand. Ruhaani looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

Washroom, Ashvi mouthed.

"We'll use the ladies room." Ashvi announced as she and Ruhaani rose from their chair.

As they started going ahead, Abhi called out to tell them the washroom was in the opposite direction. Ashvi gave him a wicked smile saying they'd walk around.

"She acts like she's such a grown-up!" Aadarsh commented as he looked ahead at Abhi who sat across the table from him.

"She is a grown-up, Bhai."

"Hmm, is she dating anyone?"

"You think?" Abhi asked looking at him with wide eyes filled with surprise.

"No, just checking."

"Hmm, why out of a sudden?" Abhi asked curiously.

"I don't know." He spoke turning around to see the two ladies, they were walking past the other tables. "I believe she's been talking to Ruhaani about it."

"About her boyfriend? Oh my God, that traitor didn't tell me."

"Calm down, drama queen. I mean about not being able to date."

"Oh that! Yeah, she's pretty annoyed about it Apparently everyone except her, in her close friend circle is dating. She's the only odd one out."

Aadarsh was surprised. "That's her reason? I thought she liked some guy or something like that."

"No, I would know if that were the case."

Aadarsh sat quietly, thinking about the matter while the waitress took the order for their drinks. Abhi looked around.

"What are you thinking?" He asked his brother, when a long pause fell upon the table.

"Do you think I should let her date?"

"She doesn't need your permission Bhai. I frankly think, that she doesn't have someone she'd like to date. . . You know that mad urge to be with someone. She just casually wants to have a boyfriend to, you know, look cool, to experience the whole thing. But yes, maybe if you openly, directly, nicely, told her that she could date, she'd be happy, and she won't feel guilty for going against you. You and I, we both know at the end of the day, she will never want to upset us."

"Yeah," Aadarsh said. The waitress had bought their drinks along quicker than they expected.

"So, how's the marriage coming along?" Abhi asked, as he set out to make two drinks. A small one for his brother and a regular for himself.

"Just fine."

"Are you happy, Bhai?"

Aadarsh sighed, picking up the small ice bucket and pouring a few cubes into his glass. "Do I look sad to you?"

"No. But off late there's clearly some tension upon you."

"A talk for another time, don't spoil the evening!" Aadarsh spoke picking up his class. He had been avoiding the topic for too long now. He had to at least share it with Abhi.

Abhi smiled picking up his glass. "to a good evening, cheers!"

Just as the ladies settled in their chairs, their starters were served. Abhi's recommendation—sizzling honey pineapple– was the star. They all loved it. They conversation started off by talking about college days. The only person to contribute very little was Aadarsh. Then the topic shifted to singers and music. Each one of them had distinctive choices. Ashvi preferred only English music, Abhi preferred a bit of Punjabi rap and Arijit songs while she preferred old songs. Aadarsh as usual stood out saying that he wasn't much of a music person. Nonsense, Ruhaani could bet he liked old songs, but didn't chose to tell openly. However peppy Bollywood dance numbers turned out to be everyone's guilty pleasures, no matter how bad the lyrics got.

"Can we go checkout the bar? I really want some pictures there." Ashvi asked.

"Come on," Aadarsh said, surprising everyone, while Ruhaani and Abhi were busy devouring the starters they had ordered again.

"Bhabhs, is it just me, or Bhaiya is progressing towards our generation?" Abhi asked as Aadarsh led his sister downstairs.

Ruhaani laughed, "Perhaps. It's too quick to judge. The man flips like a tossed coin."

Abhi chuckled, heartily at her choice of words. "Welcome to the club of knowing the real Aadarsh Sehgal." He said picking his glass. Ruhaani raised the bottle of Breezer she had been drinking from.

"Now, see how they both will return grumbling. Bhai, because he doesn't have the patience to click more than ten pictures and Ashvi because she is never satisfied in less than ten pictures for a single pose. And she's definitely not settling for a single pose."

Ruhaani beamed at him. He was very thoughtful. She had misjudged him so much at their first meet. He wasn't a spoilt brat. He was just a doting brother whose life revolved around his siblings. He'd do anything to make sure they were happy. She hoped he got a life partner who could give him all the love he craved for.

It was bittersweet how all the Sehgal siblings had been deeply moulded by the early and unexpected demise of their mother and absence of a father. The two brothers definitely took the responsibilities of the younger ones. While Abhi took the responsibility of catering to their emotional needs, their need for love; Aadarsh focused on everything they'd need to exist in a materialistic world— financial stability, security, shelter and someone they could count on to fix all their problems.

"Bhabhs, How about shots? You said you'd like to try someday." Abhi spoke as the began talking of the food on the menu.

Aadarsh who had just reached the table and heard that, stared at both of them. "Did I hear that right?"

"Yes, you did Bhai." Abhi spoke turning to notice his brother's presence. "the other day Bhabhs was telling me she'd like to try it".

Aadarsh turned to Ruhaani with his eyes widening, "Really?" He wouldn't have dreamt of her saying something like that. Then again, Ruhaani came with a lot of surprises.

Ruhaani shrugged. "I mean, I'd like to experience if it really hits the way people describe it."

"Trust me it does. Come on let's tick that on your to-do list." Abhi said getting up. "It's been a while I had tequila shot."

"Abhi, sit down. There is no way you are drinking tequila after that drink you just finished. No one is drinking anything." Aadarsh said, while Ashvi coaxed Ruhaani to come with her to the dance floor.

Abhi seemed to be a bit drunk already, he definitely had liquid courage on him. Otherwise he wouldn't dare to behave like a four year old stubborn kid in public. He made a grumpy face and stared at Aadarsh like he had refused to give him a candy. The lights dimmed, a loud music rang in the air followed by dance beats.

"Do you care to come dancing with us or will you look after the table for us Big Brother?" Abhi asked.

Aadarsh stuffed the remaining piece of the chicken Tikka in his mouth. "Let's go,"

Once the DJ night began, the dance floor was flooded with people, grooving their bodies to the beats. Some drunk, some tipsy, others sober but high on fun. Ruhaani smiled as she danced with Abhi and Ashvi. They were so much fun, matching each other's steps. She turned to find Aadarsh standing close. He was just moving, shifting his feet and looking around, standing beside Ashvi. His gaze circled around the room and stopped at her eyes. Dance, she mouthed.

He shook his head in a negative. God, the man was so uptight. She wondered how Abhi and Rohan made him dance at her wedding. She discreetly nudged Abhi who turned to her. She moved closer and spoke in his ears over the loud music, "Get your Big Bro to loosen up and dance."

He gave her a salute and moved to his brother, coaxing him to dance. Ruhaani turned to an excited Ashvi as a popular Maroon 5 song rang in the air. Ruhaani smiled dancing with her.

Aadarsh couldn't resist the urge to closely watch the two ladies, ignoring Abhi who was literally trying to move his arm at this point. They were soaked in the euphoria of the moment. Ruhaani tied her hair up into a bun as she danced. Both the women were singing along while dancing to the beats. He wondered how Ruhaani did it so effortlessly, the blending with any person. With each of his sibling, she transformed into this version herself that was exclusively for them.

"Bhai, you have your whole life to admire your wife and fall in love with her. Dance with me in this moment!" Abhi spoke, his lips disturbing close to his ears, while his each hand held up his.

Aadarsh's gaze shifted to his brother. A momentary panic setting in hearing his brother's words. No, he was most definitely not falling in love with Ruhaani. It was out of question. An impossibility. He dismissed it as Abhi's exaggeration and looked at him closely. He seemed tipsy.

As a popular Bollywood dance number played Aadarsh Sehgal finally warmed up to the dance. The people on the dance floor increased. Aadarsh who stood between the ladies, looked over his shoulder. Not just to see behind his sister but also behind Ruhaani. Sometimes drunk creeps took advantage of club dancing to touch women inappropriately. His gesture didn't go unnoticed by Ruhaani. It felt so strange to have someone looking out for her. His gaze fell on hers. Their eyes locked at the other's.

It happened on it's own after that one beat. Aadarsh offered her his hand and she took it without a thought. He raised his arm, and twirled her around and she smiled. And just like that, they were dancing together, smiling at each other and having fun.

"Bhabhs, let's go get that tequila shot!" Abhi almost shouted at the same time the beat dropped causing a few heads to turn to look at him. Aadarsh wanted to disappear in that moment. He realized he was holding Ruhaani's hand.

"You're not drinking tequila for sure. The last thing I want to do his clean you after you throw up." He spoke, loosening his hold around her hand.

"I won't!" Abhi protested, holding Ruhaani's other hand.

Aadarsh held her hand, back again. "She's going nowhere and neither are you."

"Aadarsh, let us, no? I really want to try it." Ruhaani spoke up.

Aadarsh sighed. She behaved like a lawyer hired by his siblings especially when they argued with him. "Trust me, you'll regret it. It tastes like shit." He muttered.

"Let her experience it." Abhi argued.

Ruhaani freed her hand from Aadarsh's hold. "I second that!" One thing she was sure wasn't happening in their marriage and it was taking orders from Aadarsh and him deciding what she should and shouldn't do.

Aadarsh thinned his lips. "Fine. I am abandoning anyone who pukes and makes a mess."

Abhi laughed. "You wouldn't abandon us, even if we went to hell." He said aloud as he led Ruhaani through the crowd to the bar counter.

In two minutes, they were all standing against the bar counter. They bartender had placed two tiny glass tumblers of a clear liquid beside them. A tiny but fancy glass container of salt and a bowl of fresh cut lemons. Ashvi was ready with her phone to capture the moment. While Aadarsh looked between the two people sceptically.

"Okay, so what's the procedure?" She asked, her voice louder than usual so that she was heard over the music.

Abhi explained to her how she was supposed to suck in the salt, drink and then bite into the lemon.

"Wait," Ashvi screamed over the music, adjusting her phone to capture both of them.

"You're taking a video?" Ruhaani asked.

"Obvio!"

"Oh no. Make sure no one ever sees it then." Ruhaani said.

"Of course, your image will be ruined." Aadarsh who was standing beside her muttered. She just shot him a narrow eyed look.

"OK, let's start." Abhi said.

"Fine." Ruhaani said. She watched Abhi closely and followed his actions. She took a pinch of salt between the fingers of her right hand and sprayed it on the skin between her thumb and knuckles of her other hand.

"Wet your skin first," Aadarsh spoke, just loud enough for her to hear, as the salt slipped of her skin. "Lick it."

She turned to him, an eyebrow quirked, as though to confirm what she heard. He nodded in affirmation.

She raised her left hand to her mouth and licked the spot of skin between thumb and index finger at the back of her hand. Her eyes squeezing she felt the slight salty flavor. She bit her lip, as she lowered her hand and then took another pinch of salt in her other hand. She sprinkled it over the now wet patch. Aadarsh's hand reached out to tilt her half-curled hand so that the salt didn't spill of it.

"OK, I am ready," She announced. While Aadarsh eyed her hand.

"Okay, remember. Breathe out, Suck the salt, drink it one go and then bite into the lemon." Abhi instructed.

"Is that necessary though?"

"Trust me, you need that lime." Abhi said.

"Okay, I am starting the video. All the best Bhabhs," Ashvi cheered on, making Ruhaani beam and Aadarsh roll his eyes.

"One, two and three." Abhi shouted.

Ruhaani exhaled a sharp breath, sucked the salt off her hand and picked up the small tumbler and drank it, her face crunching in the process.

"She's slow!" Aadarsh commented, as Abhi downed hi shot, bit into the lime but Ruhaani was still downing it.

She shook her head, her hand putting the empty glass down, her eyes still squeezed closed. Aadarsh immediately picked up a lime and took it to her mouth. She opened her eyes and bit into the lime slice her hand holding it. Aadarsh's face crunched up as he watched her suck on to the lemon slice for life.

"And ... we await the verdict!" Ashvi commented still shooting the whole thing, while Abhi shook his head and chuckled.

"Horrible!" Ruhaani said aloud, lowering the piece of lime. She took another piece of the lime and soaked it in some salt and suck on it.

"Damn, how bad was that?"

"It was like drinking a horrible chemical. Eww." Ruhaani said bringing the lemon down from her mouth, "I need a good dessert after this torture."

"Told you.." Aadarsh muttered.

"You took too much time to drink. It's supposed to be downed in one breath, not one minute." Abhi argued.

"Whatever. I am never drinking that again."

"Now I am more than curious to taste it." Ashvi remarked enthusiastically, ignoring the look she got from her eldest brother. "Does it hit though?"

Ruhaani shook her head. "Except my mouth and throat it hits no where else."

Abhi laughed, while Ashvi said, "Good thing, because we're going back to dance."

Aadarsh looked at Abhi as Ashvi led Ruhaani to the dance floor. "You okay?"

"Of course." Abhi answered.

"It's hitting isn't it. You had it over whiskey, of course it will hit you, lightweight."

"Don't call me lightweight."

"Come on,"

"I think I will sit a while." Abhi spoke settling on a barstool.

Aadarsh looked at the ladies who were in his line of sight, and then back at his brother. "Are you sure?"

Abhi held his arm, "yes, sit."

"Abhi?"

"I am fine. It's not like I am drinking for the first time."

Aadarsh nodded, glancing back at the women.

"Just sit Bhai, they are not going to disappear."

Aadarsh didn't sit but he didn't move towards them either. He just watched them. The girls seemed happy. They were laughing, dancing, having fun.

Abhi followed his brother's gaze and smiled. He then looked at his brother. The man's walls were cracking. Up until now he liked Ruhaani. Abhi could almost feel that liking deepen. He watched his brother closely. He was tempted to tease.

"Tone that gaze down, bro. It's like you are going to eat her up."

"Shut the fuck up, Abhi." Aadarsh muttered, casually moving his gaze around.

"So uh, you guys...uh It's odd to ask but... you know, do you guys like...I mean have you guys, I mean the both of you..." Abhi stuttered.

"It's best if you don't complete whatever it is that's making you stammer." Aadarsh said coolly not sparing him a glance. He knew exactly what his brother was trying to ask. And the plain answer to that was— no, they didn't fuck yet.

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