A\N This story is more of a family story so please don't expect smut or more romance here. However that'll soon reach your eyes too. 

Third Person's POV

"You sure they are having strippers?"

Faint voice of Sejal Malhotra could be heard from the ground floor as she looked hear and there, sighing in relief as she found the streets of Delhi empty.

"You think they don't? Why would they have their so called bachelor party in a deserted building if they don't have strippers? I swear to god, if I'll find any bitch around my man, I will claw out eyes and drag her out of world by her throat." Vamika Raizaada's aggressive voice replied as she climbed up in the pipe behind the building.

She was Vamika Raizaada. 26 year and the princess of her whole family. Her mother, Vanshika Raizaada was a renowned fashion designer and her father Vikash Raizaada was a industrialist, both of them together earning billions together. One of the most important person in her life was her brother, Vikram Raizaada who was working under their father, soon to become the CEO of Vn'Vs.

She herself admits was she was basically shit in studies and that made her travel around the world and she became a blogger which soon turned into a influencer when her Instagram followers hit thirty hundred thousand. Being quite popular for her love life and work life, she can say that she is happy in her life.

But the main thing is that tomorrow everyone is leaving for Goa in the afternoon, for her intimate big fat wedding. Intimate was the couple's decision while big fat was their parents'.

And today when she was having a last sleepover at her best friend's house with her girls group, she received a text. It said, 'The bachelor party's arrangements are done. Even they are here. Just make sure to take our groom out of his house before the witch of his wife knows.

It was from Rajiv, their common friend who is the troublemaker of their group and whom Vamika hates. He irritates her always so she does. Her justifications- He literally behaves like gay sometimes.

It stayed on her message board for a good 2 minutes before it got deleted and another message came saying, 'wrong message to wrong person'.

She knew he did it very knowingly. She deliberately sent this message to her so that she could read and then deleted it innocently.

So, Vamika didn't even take a second to assume that his 'they' meant strippers. And that explains why she is climbing the pipe of a old building in a deserted area of Delhi with her innocent bestfriend standing down and making sure no one sees her. She could have used the stairs but then the watchman would have informed the assholes and she wouldn't have been able to get them caught red handed.

If explained from the starting, it was a really adventurous journey from being a perfect family girl to climbing up pipes at midnight.

She fell for her brother's enemy. It wasn't bestfriend, it was enemy. It was Aarav Malhotra, about whom will be mentioned later.

After 5 years of dating and lying to her parents, the finally fed up Vamika decided to talk to her parents about his boyfriend. But it wasn't that easy.

So, like every other Indian person she thought to get the home minister of their house, her mother to her side. She told about her relationship to her in a fine evening and to be honest it was hell difficult but just a little bit of tears and a puppy face and done. Her mother approved. It was a little relief after that if she ignored how her mother acted like a modern mom and reminded her to use condoms even when he used to call her.

And then came her father. And that was easy, really easy. The fact that her mother already liked Aarav and she was her father's princess helped a lot. And the fun fact that she didn't even shred some tears. He agreed without it.

But then came the most important person, her brother. Vikram Raizaada was just like every elder brother, insulting sisters on their face and protecting them at their back. But hers was a little serious too. And the cherry on top was their enmity.

When she was going to quit and back off from telling about this to her brother, she got a information, an important one to be precise. It was about the guy who brought rift between her brother and boyfriend. After getting a few kicks and slaps she made that guy confess the truth and then it was golden moment watching two bestfriends unite.

Though he didn't really like the thought of his 25, soon to be 26 year old sister dating someone, be it his own bestfriend, but for a smile on her face, he reluctantly agreed.

And that was it. Following was the turn for Aarav Malhotra. 28 and the CEO of Malhotra Companies, he was the bestfriend of Vikram. But in the junior college years there was some misunderstand between them which was both of their mistake and that lead them to something no one wants to remember.

But thanks to Vamika, it was solved and now they are back to be their old, goofy self.

As for him, it wasn't difficult to tell his parents about Vamika. Reason number one being that his parents didn't care much about his love life, or as they showed. Second one being, his mother secretly pairing them up and third one being that she was Sejal's bestfriend and everyone in his house liked her a lot. Sejal is his sister, if not known.

And following that was Vamika's dream proposal in Paris, different family dinners and then the wedding.

As Vamika went further in the silent lobby in her-, scratch that, his hoodie which she stole, she could hear faint sound of music which was surprisingly of... Devdas?

A frown reached her forehead as she took slow steps, her fluffy rabbit slippers which she got from a PR barely making any sound. As she reached the end she saw a door slightly opened welcoming her to darkness with 3 familiar slippers on the door step.

As she opened the door she heard slow sniffs. Not to lie she half expected a woman sitting and crying who would turn into a witch when she reaches her but instead she got the view of three sniffing hulk-like men, different glass bottles lying on the ground and Aishwarya Rai running around with her 8 feet saree in the TV where Devdas was playing.

Her mouth formed a 'o' as she tried to stiffen her laughter, quickly taking out her phone to record the scene. She giggled thinking how she assumed that there might be strippers here and got these emotional, drunk fools instead. She watched as Devdas took his last breathe under the tree with bright red flowers and the men cry out loud.

Finally having enough of their drama, she looked around searching for the switches. She got them behind the door and switched them on.

All the three of them frantically looked around and the groomsmen grumbled as they found Vamika. They really expected Aarav to go their, slam her back and make out aggressively. Vikram was even ready to become the over protective brother.

But Aarav got up from the sofa where all of them were sprawled out and strode to Vamika who had a small smile in her face very clearly known what he was going to do. And hugged her tightly.

He hugged her tightly and rested his face on her crook and cried hard. His huge body shook as he cried shaking Vamika along with him. She laughed wounding her arms around his neck as she slowly ran her fingers on his hair. She could practically smell the alcohol in the whole room showing how much they drank.

She tried to get away as she heard her brother and the stupid moron Rajiv cough in the background but Aarav tightened his arms around her waist. He slept, she almost thought. He sniffed again stuffing his face more into her crook making her bend due to the power.

"Okay... Eno-" hickup "Enough." Suddenly the warmth radiating from his body went missing as Vikram pulled Aarav out from her arms and hugged him himself causing Aarav to whine and Vamika to laugh at her boyfriend's simpness and her brother's protectiveness.

"Seriously? This is what you call 'bachelor party'? Drinking these cheap alcohol and watching old bollywood movies?" She said as she remembered how difficult it was to get here and how easy it would be if it would have been a bar or club, settling in the only sofa in the room beside Rajiv who was in his own world counting his invisible girlfriends.

"Bitch you saw? I have 144 girlfriends." He slurred poking her neck with a wide grin on his face.

Before Vamika could say anything he frowned and spoke again.

"Oh wait! There are 14." He pouted. "Where did they go? BITCH WHERE DID THEY GO?" He shouted standing up and running his hands in the air causing her to roll her eyes.

If she would roll her eyes at every stupid thing he does then her eyes would probably roll out in less than a week.

As she looked back to her brother shaking her head at the stupid man, they were still hugging and the surprising fact was that both of them were crying.

'Probably because Shah Rukh Khan died'

Shaking her head at the kids in form of huge men, she called Sejal about whom she has magically forgotten about when Aarav hugged her.

Isn't this what people call the effect of love?

Well her bestie won't take that.

She picked up her call in the first ring and immediately loud shouts were heard on the other side.

"BITCH WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO!? DON'T YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW SCARY THAT WATCHMAN LOOKED? GET YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE IN ONE MINUTE OR ELSE I AM LEAVING YOU THERE. FUCKING BITCH!" Sejal shouted from the other side.

She is kidding. She won't ever leave her but it is fun watching the 'always-sanskari' Sejal cursing like that.

Vamika pulled the phone away from her ears as she disconnected. Taking a look around the room, she knew it would take a whole night to clean and she has to go and take her beauty sleep to prevent the dark circles under her eyes to worsen. And then she has to take the boys down too.

Taking a long breathe, she got up pulling up Rajiv along who was now counting his boyfriends, keeping a 500 rupee note for someone to clear the room and dragged him to the door along with the others mentally prepared to leave them and run if the watchman catches them.

In no time they reached down, successfully dodging the sleepy watchman and walked to Sejal's Mg Gloster. Ignoring the glares her bestfriend threw at her time to time, both of them settled the drunk men in the back who slept on each other as soon as their butt hit the seats and they themselves sat in the front with now Vamika driving.

* 

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Vamika sighed as she shot the last video for the next 2 months. It was a haul of PRs she got for New Year and after this one is edited she'll be free to enjoy her honeymoon phrase she thought as she searched for water to wet her throat.

For now she didn't want to handle trolls and hate comments and just enjoy her wedding and the aftermath. So she didn't reveal her wedding to her fans.

She looked up from the ring light as heard shuffling on the bed. She was shooting from her room as she didn't go to the studio because they were leaving for Goa in 5 hours. And she didn't want to run late to her own wedding.

A ghost smile appeared on her face as she looked at the bed where her soon to be husband was lying.

She got up and went to her closet to remove her makeup. As she came back, she looked at Aarav as he sat on the bed looking clueless and cute as ever.

She went to him and sat beside opening her bracelet as she said with amusement lacing in her voice, "So tragic isn't it?"

"Hm? What?" Aarav groaned.

"Devdas left Paro alone. So tragic na?" She teased making Aarav snapped his head towards her making his headache more painful.

"Urghh you didn't."

Just as she was about to throw another witty comeback the door of their room knocked and creaked open. Sejal stood there wearing a knee length bohemian summer dress with huge balloon sleeves and deep neck. She had her sling bag on her shoulder as well.

She looked around the room. A crimson hue covered her cheeks as she saw the couple sitting on bed.

"Did I interrupt anything?" She asked slowly making both of shake their head vigorously. She smiled entering the room.

"We will be leaving in 2 hours. I got some breakfast from Starbucks and some aspirin for the guys. Come down. We'll eat then." She said and Vamika's stomach flipped at the sound of Starbucks.

"I think I love your sister more sometimes." She teased to her fiance before hopping out of the room with her bestfriend on her tail.

*

"I can't believe you let me drive today." Rajiv exclaimed as the they neared the airport.

Vamika who was sitting in the back seat scoffed.

"Well a donkey has to be given a chance to prove his donkey-ness." She said sassily.

"Bitch!" He hissed.

"A bad one, you fool."

"Stop it guys!" Sejal sighed, tired from the nth number of fight between the two.

"I can't believe bhai left me with you too. I didn't thought I could make it to the airport in a single piece." She said again, her glare landing on both the people on the car.

Apparently Vamika's parents left with her brother and Aarav had to drive his parents since his father got a back pain and he can't drive. That left Sejal, Rajiv and Vamika in another one. And everyone knew that Vamika and Rajiv in a room means bad news.

Their fights were endless. No one out of the two would end it with a white flag. And unfortunately the poor girl had to sit with them.

Vamika peeked from the back seat pouting, "C'mon you love me."

"Shut up. You have already influenced your bitchy attitude on her since childhood. Now it's enough." Rajiv interrupted rolling his eyes.

Sejal sighed again.

Here it comes.

"Oh puh-lease. It was your dirty hands in which you held my innocent best friend first when she was born. That was when she got all the bad influence. Thanks to me, I was able to put in some good ones or else she also would be sitting with you three last night drinking some cheap bear and watching Devdas." Vamika hissed again.

"As if." He scoffed.

"Yeah that's what people say when they are at loss of words."

"Please stop it guys." Sejal groaned which was again ignored by both of them.

*

"Good morning Mam. Good morning Sir. Welcome to the Crowns. Congratulation for your wedding. We are very pleased to be your host for the special occasion. We intend to make sure nothing wrong happens in these days. Please enjoy!" The manager welcomed the familes as they entered the hotel in Goa.

It got amazing beach houses with splendid sunset views. And the rooftop swimming pool was another thing for which this particular hotel was booked.

"Sir these are the keys. Some of your relatives are already settled. The bride's and groom's suite are on the top floor and there are three more luxury rooms between them. That can be taken by the best men and bride's maid if you wish. If anything needed please don't hesitate to dial the reception there." The receptionist said as everyone approached for their keys.

It was finally decided that the three rooms between the bride's and groom's suite will be taken by Sejal, Rajiv and Vikram since there is no one else for the roles. The relatives left for their rooms and it was just the two familes left now.

"I contacted you for the new year's party, didn't I? I want to see the preparations and check the decor. Please ask someone to guide the way." Sejal said the manager.

"Right away Mam. I'll be right back." He said.

"It will be you only dear who'll fill the gap of Vamika in our house. You really helped us a lot in the wedding. Thankyou for that Sejal." Vikash Raizaada said as he patted Sejal's head proudly.

It's true in fact. Ever since they were friends, she was another daughter of the family. The couple always thought them as their daughter and Vikram equally adored his sister.

"Thankyou uncle. It's my most favorite people who are getting married. Of course I will do the preparations for them myself." She smiled.

"Amn't I your favorite person?" Rajiv pouted slowly.

"Stop hitting on my sister." Vikram said making him huff as Sejal blushed and everyone laughed.

*

"SEJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

Sejal jumped as a loud voice reached her ears as she stood in top floor of the hotel where the New Year's decoration was going on.

The door burst open nearly shocking the workers who were putting flowers in that. Vamika rushed in with two dresses of each of her hand. As she looked around she found many stares on her.

Suddenly a girl gasped.

"Oh my god. Is it Vamika Raizzada? As in the youtuber?" She gushed.

Sejal groaned glaring at her best friend making her pout in return. They already warned the hotel manager to not tell anyone about the wedding since the bride is not comfortable with. And even Vamika was told to try and keep herself hidden if there is someone other than family around but of course who is she to listen.

"Hey! Uh- actually I don't really want people to know about my wedding. So it'll be better if you don't spill about this to anyone." Vamika tried to rectify her mistake. However the girl still stood gaping.

"Ca-can I have a se-selfie please?" She shuttered after a few seconds making Vamika smile.

"Sure."

After the few selfies and another warning, the workers got back to setting flowers along the cutleries on the huge glass table. Vamika turned to Sejal.

"What'll you wear?" She exaggerated.

"I dunno." Sejal dismissed making her bestfriend pout.

Soon she felt her body being dragged. Vamika put all of her strength in dragging her out of the room. And she succeeded as well.

"Oh god! Fine. Leave me and tell, what is it?" Sejal asked as they entered the lift.

"I need to talk to you something important." Vamika said, her face morphing seriousness.

As soon as she entered their floor, both of them sprinted towards the bride's suite. Closing the door behind, sweat beads started forming on the bride's face. Sejal tensed.

"Vami will you tell me what is it? Is there any problem with the functions. I'll just solve it right away. Tell me." She asked.

"I-I uh, my periods are late by 15 da-days."

*

"I can't believe this. You remember this now? When you're getting married in a week? I don't even understand how are we going to tell this to the family." Sejal said as she paced around, outside the bathroom.

"Woman are you making a waterfall with your pee? Come out quick!" She slapped her hands on the glass door rattling them.

The door opened and a blank faced Vamika came out with a pregnancy tester on her hand. Sejal snatched it as soon as she came and looked at it.

Negative.

It was just a single line which means negative. Sejal sighed.

But her face morphed confusion as soon as her eyes landed on her bestfriend. She looked she was about to cry.

"What is it now?" She as throwing her hands up.

"I wanted the babies. Think how happy Aarav would be after he learned that he was going to be a father. Haven't you read those novels where the couple gets pregnant early and how they end up happily together? I want babies." She cried.

"Jesus woman, you are impossible."

*

4 days later

"I can't believe we are getting married." Vamika sighed as she snuggled to Aarav.

He hummed in content.

"Neither me."

"When I first met you, I never thought I will be marrying you. But see here we are hiding away from the relatives who happen to come in our own wedding. Who invited them actually?" She said, a bit irritated.

"You were so rude to me in our first meeting." Aarav pointed out looking at his fiance who laid on his chest, wearing only his t-shirt.

"You shouldn't have approached me with your stupid face when I was already mad." She giggled making a smile form on his face.

It was a good day. The small yet cozy cafe in Chandni Chawk was still hustling with customers. In a table there were 3 young boys, around 18-19 years in their own world, enjoying themselves. They were Vikram, Aarav and Rajiv. It was their start of summer vacation and the guys started being their goofy self.

In the nearest table sat a girl with a grumpy face. That was Vamika. And she was waiting for Sejal who was not seen yet. She was late.

This year they completed their schooling in the Girls Boarding School of Delhi. They were supposed to meet in their cafe at 10. But now the clock was striking 10:35 and Sejal was not seen.

The tapping of foot in the nearest table caught Aarav's attention. He looked around, his eyes setting on the beautiful girl in the beige coloured sundress. The 'v' of her neck showed a little of her cleavage and he being a pervert couldn't take off his eyes from there.

However that soon broke as Vamika noticed the stare and adjusted her dress. Aarav gave her a lopsided grin. His elbows sat on the wooden table and he kept his face on his palms as he now gave his whole attention to her.

It was fun irritating her.

"Dude that's my sis-" Vikram's words seem to fade away to Aarav as she straightened up as soon as he saw Vamika standing up and making her way to their table. And that too with a smile.

Aarav couldn't believe. He couldn't believe he was able to get a girl with his 'stupid' face as his friends say.

As soon as Vamika reached the table, he held up her hand. For a second everyone thought she was going to slap him. But she proved him wrong. By doing even worse.

She fisted his hair and slammed his face on the cranberry pie kept on the table.

"The fuck!"

That was how they first met.

Even though it was both of their fault, Aarav was the one to apologize first. And then started the series of sleep overs.

Vamika learned that Aarav was her best friend's brother whose photo where he has his pants have open is with Sejal. He was 2 though. But he was naked.

The tiny crush that Aarav had on Vikram's little sister about him he used to talk a lot, slowly converted into something stronger. And after she solved the misunderstanding between them, there was no barrier. They confessed and the result is in front.

Well the reason Rajiv and Vamika fight lies in the same accident as well. The pie on which Vamika slammed Aarav's head was the one Rajiv ordered to eat. That explains, right?

*

A week later

"... and you have to cook the lunch for the whole family for today." Aarav's mother completed with a sympathetic look. 

The wedding was held 3 days back and now everyone is back home. The newly married couple weren't left alone for even a second. With the house hustling with relatives and guests it was difficult for them to have a moment. 

But then they understood that the guests were here to bless them only and just for a few days more and they'll have a whole life left to themselves. 

Yesterday evening the bidai and the post marriage rituals were done. Everyone was so tired and they headed straight to their rooms and slept. The couple did that as well not before a round of sex. 

Since everyone slept yesterday nobody had a proper dinner and today breakfast was uneven too so now that all the members are here, the bride is asked to cook a proper lunch for everyone as a part of post marriage ritual. 

And now the main problem arises, that is the bride doesn't even know how to boil water without spilling half of it. 

Vamika wore a peach kurta with matching pants and a net dupatta over her shoulders. Her straightened hair was parted to both the sides and her partition was filled with sindoor. A tiny stone bindi with a little bit of sandalwood paste which the priest had put during the morning aarti. Her face was void of makeup and she looked etheral. Well by void means, she still has her moisturizer. That's the life of fashion influencer. 

Aarav wore a white t-shirt with washed jeans since he had to stay home today and he certainly looked really proud of his wife. And now after seeing her face morphed in tension, he has started to grow tensed too. 

"Wait Ma." Sejal interrupted their thoughts and she called her mother and turned to her sister in law. 

"Bhabi are you going to make rotis?" She emphasized the word 'bhabi' looking at her grandmother as she has forced her to call her so. 

"Why do you ask?" Her grandmother asked glaring at Sejal. 

"Because she has got her nails done before a week and the pictures of that is yet to be taken." Sejal said with her signature blank face. 

Vamika's face formed a 'o'. 

"Click it now then." She rolled her eyes. 

"We can't. It is impossible to click the pictures of hands without the chuda. She can't open them till 2 months now." She explained. 

"I don't know. She'll have to cook. If you won't take one picture it won't cause you loose some thousands-" 

"actually it will." Sejal interrupted again. 

"The company will pay her 60 thousand once she post the picture." She dead planned at the shocked faces of the family members. 

"We'll manage it somehow. Don't worry. I'll take care of the cooking." Vamika finally said breaking the silence. 

"Fine. I have some important work to do. I will be back before lunch." She got up from the table after picking up her last paratha. 

Vamika gave her puppy eyes which she ignored. 

"Bye bhabi." She emphasized again and left not before glaring at her grandmother. 

"Aur bithao sar pe usse." She grumbled. 

*

Vamika stood in the middle of the huge kitchen alone. In front of her was a granite slab with different recipe books. And she was busy searching for instant lunch in youtube. 

Her phone was snatched out of her hand and she snapped up immediately only to find her bestfriend. Her face lit up. 

"Pulao, dal, paneer, baby corn, halwa, gulab jamun and naan." She listed out looking out if anyone is coming or not. 

"Oh my god! I love you." Vamika screeched and launched herself on her. 

"Okay fine. Leave me now. Add a little less salt in dal. Because if you'll make it perfect then the family members will be suspicious. Add the gulab jamun in the sugar syrup now so that it'll soak the liquid. And the pulao is yet to be perfectly made. You will just have to add 3 cups of water and keep it on the gas for an hour. It'll be done." Sejal quickly told everything to her and handed her the huge bag of ready made and instant food items. 

"Please don't mess up Vamika. My dadi is a hitler." She whispered. 

"Don't tell this to your brother but I think I love you more." Vamika giggled hugging her bestfriend now sister-in-law. squeezing the life out of her.

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How was it? I assure you guys, out of all the 7 plots I have written this one was the worst. I don't say this one is bad but if we compare it to others this one is really bad. 

And one more thing. Myra's birthday is on 28th. Not today. So keep your wishes for 28th. Sorry for not clarifying it in the intro. 

Enjoy!