Author's note:: I hope you did not forget that Zain and Dhairya have a younger brother too.

One week has already passed after our marriage and the only thing I am quite sure about is that this family is Insane. For the world the Oberoi family is perfect, but inside the four walls of the mansion, no words are shared between the brothers unless necessary. They despise their mother from their every being. Dad comes home only after dinner time and leaves early morning, mostly busy in his company as his sons have their own to handle.

I wonder why the boys chose building their own empires without any influence... maybe self respect shit and all that.

And my mother in law omg, I saw her everyday early in the morning roaming around like a ghost. My sleep usually broke at 3 or 3:30 so I used to take a stroll in garden where I found her sitting, lost in thoughts, drowning in something really complicated to comprehend from the other end.

The more I thought about the family issues.. more I got tangled into the web of assumptions and complications which was way to tempting yet distracting. AND I HAD NO TIME TO WASTE ON DISTRACTIONS.

I was ready in my white 3 piece office suit contrasting with the dark circles prominent on my eyes which I tried to hide using a concealer. What else could I even do? Applying a light, professional make up, I was ready for the day and the meetings they held.

I made my way downstairs only to find the others ready to leave.

In this one week, I and Zain hardly talked other than casual greetings, not like we were ignoring each other but we had nothing to express.

"Good morning Bhabhi", Dhairya chimed.

"Good morning Dhairya".... I looked up at him making his way downstairs still in his sleepwear.

My eyes widened looking at his face. Zain too looked shocked as he bit his inner cheek trying not to burst out laughing. Aashika smirked at him which caught his attention.

"Why are you smirking?", he asked more like yelled in arrogance.

"Well it's for me to know and you to find out", she replied winking at him.

Dhairya's eyes looked like it would pop out any second.

"Dhairya go and wash your face first", I spoke firmly with no hint of amusement or fun in his voice.

Of course it was Aashika who could do this. Well her grief was visible just for one night. The morning after wedding bought a weird change in Aashika. She, who claimed to be madly in love with a guy, was behaving all cheerful a day after his death as if she suffered a short term memory loss.

I wonder if one day she would just get up and ask Dhairya who he was...

She built a very good bond with Zain and even dad in these days. She and Dhairya mostly behaved like total strangers but the house too witnessed their tom and jerry moments.

She still didn't speak a word to me.

'AS IF SHE WOULD', My subconscious mocked.

'AS IF I CARE', I retorted.

I was thinking all this when Dhairya came down running yelling.

"Aashika ,,,... How dare you!!", and that's it Zain and Aashika burst out in a fits of laughter.

YES! AASHIKA HAD APPLIED A HORRIBLE MAKEUP TO HIS FACE.. PAINTED HIS NOSE WITH LIPSTICK AND DRAWN HUGE BLACK CIRCLES OUTLINING HIS EYES WITH KAJAL.

I shook my head at the drama taking place in front me.

"Why did you do that??", he spoke in a deadly tone glaring at her.

Aashika matched his gaze replying

"IT'S CALLED REVENGE HUSBAND"

"Fvck your revenge", he said taking a step forward.

But stopped seeing Zain's glare.. well yes the mafia boss was scared of his big brother.

"How to remove this?? it's not coming out", He whined.

"Use makeup remover dumb ass", she replied with sass.

Dhairya glared at her before storming off to his room.

"WHAT WAS THIS BEHAVIOR AASHIKA", Aashika flinched at my voice.

"Are you a kid? learn behaving yourself",I scolded her firmly as she lowered her head down.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", we heard a loud scream from upstairs .. It was probably Shourya.

We ran upstairs breaking into Shourya's room. He was sitting on the bed sweating profusely. His gaze was fixed on the wall.

"Shourya...", Aashika called out softly approaching him.

"NOOO .. DON'T", he screamed startling Aashika.

"Please vacate the room for a while, all of you..", I said looking at all of them including Dhairya, who had cleaned his face now.

"No .. what if you try harming him too", Zain spoke firmly.

I looked at him with a cold face.

"Dhairya, take the lead will you?",

Dhairya following my order convinced the 'jeeja-saali' duo to move out.

"Shourya.. I won't harm you.. trust me", I cooed him.

"Noo please ... ", he said burying his face in his palms .. bursting into sobs.

"Shourya...", I gently made him look at me.

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Outside, Zain was pacing through the pavement, his face twitched with worry and anger. Both Dhairya and Aashika looked at him terrified.

They weren't aware how would he react after Inayat would come out.

The door of his room creaked open as she made her way out of Shourya's room.

Zain forcefully grabbed her hand making her look at him.

"What were you doing with him?", he asked his tone menacing.

"He is sleeping.", she replied coldly, easily coming out of his painful grip as it loosened.

He entered his room checking on his brother. He released a breath of relief finding his actually sleeping. He made his way out finding only Dhairya and Aashika there.

"Where is She?", he asked, his tone softer this time.

"She left for her office.."

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I was sitting on my work desk, thinking about Shourya.

He wasn't present in our wedding. When I asked Zain about him, he told me that he was sent to USA for his treatment.

He was dyslexic in childhood, but that was just a part of his problem. He suffered from mild ADHD as well. He had got some kind of a trauma at a very young age which Zain did not reveal.

He came yesterday morning and he hardly spoke to anyone or should I say there was no one he could talk too.

Neither of the brothers were home nor were the parents. I too was at my office. Aashika welcomed him or should I say just opened the door for him to enter.

"MARK.. "

I called my assistant.

"Yes ma'am", he spoke in a highly professional tone.

"Give me a brief about the meeting with Oberoi's", I ordered him.

I had to meet Zain today professionally.

Mark briefed me about the meeting as I prepared myself.

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I entered the my personal meeting cabin to find Zain already present there.

I shook my hands with his before taking my seat opposite to his.

"So Mr. Oberoi, let's start"

I started explaining my deal and probable pros and cons efficiently.

I could see Zain zoning out frequently.

"So, any questions?", I completed.

"huh?", he asked as if his trance broke.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I am sorry I got a little distracted", he looked at me sheepishly.

"I can see that Mr. Oberoi, I would forward you the recording.", he nodded at my words.

"So is that it?", I asked getting up.

"Yah , uhmmm agar aap cahe toh hamare saath chal sakti hai", he offered.

"Kaha?"

"Ghar obviously.", he spoke.

I considered his offer nodding at him.

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Zain was driving our way back to the mansion. The usual silence lingered between us which neither he nor I minded to break.

I looked at him, his hands working skillfully on the steering wheel, veins popping out his arms. His big eyes were focused on the road as he drove with ease.

"Inayat", he called out my name.

"Hm"

"I am sorry for the morning incident. I shouldn't have lost my temper.", he apologised.

I looked at him .. opening and closing my mouth.

"Zain", I muttered.

He glanced at me from the side.

"If I said I won't harm your brother... I won't... I am a person who keeps her words and .. and you know that", I spoke my heart out.

Zain looked down, as if hesitating to say something he wanted to.

"I had my reasons Zain .. and I'll tell it to you when the time comes", I said at last.

He cocked his head up, gazing into my eyes before nodding.

"Do you want to have something?", Zain asked me.

I shook my head in denial.

"But I want too", he said sheepishly eyeing the ice cream shop.

I was amused seeing him getting embarrassed.

"I guess ... I would have a scoop or two as well", I stated nonchalantly.

Zain grinned as I raised my eyebrow..

"Zain Oberoi never smiles", I mimicked his words he had declared 5 years back in a meeting.

He fake glared at me. I glared back. And with the intensity of my glare he tore his gaze away gulping on his saliva.

"Lets go", I said opening the door of the car.

He too joined me as we entered the ice cream parlor.

"Oky so flavor", I asked...

Zain blushed. Seeing him blushing a frown made it's way on my face .....

ohhhh shit... I rolled my eyes.

"Flavor of the ice cream Mr. Oberoi .. get out of the gutter.", I said in disbelief.

Zain's eyes widened as he scratched the back of his neck.......

"I'll have uhmmm vanila maybe", he more like questioned me.....

I smirked.....

"So you prefer vanilla?", the smirk on my face widened seeing his flustered expression.

"Noooooo , I don't.... I like it rou...... chocolate, I would order chocolate for myself.", he stumbled with his words.

I poked my tongue inside my cheek walls to hide my expressions.

"Very well then, I'll have the same...", I said as he left for ordering our ice cream.

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A waiter came back with our order as we sat savoring the delicacy.

"It's been a while I had ice cream.", I initiated the conversation for the first time to my surprise.

"Yah true ... even I hadn't stopped at the middle of the road specially for an ice cream.", he added

"You know sometimes , we really need to steal sometime out of the mess and live life normally as if nothing's going on.", I exactly knew what Zain was implying on..

'Kya kare Zain.... hamne toh kabhi aam jindgi ji hi nhi.....' I thought yet did not voice out continuing to have my ice cream

After paying the bill, we drove back towards the mansion not before buying some for Dhairya and Aashika.

His idea not mine.

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Today Aashika had gone to pay a visit to her art gallery, adding some more art pieces to it.

She returned home late that evening. All spent and tired she decided to head to her room.

She cracked open the door finding the washroom occupied already.

'Iss bande ko bas mere aane wakt hi ghusna hota hai washroom me, kutta', she muttered under her breath. She decided to check on her recent painting. She walked towards her personal work desk, examining the things.

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*Crash*

A vase came crashing towards the wall. Dhairya hearing the sudden noice came out of the washroom.

His eyes fell on the vase and then at Aashika whose eyes were red with sheer anger.

"Did you do this", she asked her tone menacing.

"Yes I did..", Dhairya replied.

*crash* another vase came hitting the wall just near him, making him flinch.

"WHY...??", she asked, her voice heavy with unshed tears.

"Hey stop being dramatic.... I broke this brush as a part of my revenge plus it's old, c'mon you can afford better..", he tried to brush off his deeds.

Dhairya had destroyed her art supplies about which she cared less, but that one old brush was too close to her heart.

"It fvcking held memories Dhairya", she yelled finally slumping down on her knees looking down at the brush.

"Why? and what memories , of your dead boyfriend", he mocked only to receive a threatening glare from Aashika to dare an continue further.

Seeing her hard glare he understood that he had done something very wrong.

"Every single thing in my life isn't about my ex boyfriend", she yelled throwing a canvas on him as she continued crying..

"It's just a brush", Dhairya said with frustration.

"IT WAS NOT JUST A BRUSH YOU BASTARD", she looked at him maliciously.

She placed the brush inside her pouch and ran outside the room abruptly.

Dhairya stood their watching her

'WTF WAS THAT' HE, THOUGHT.

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Zain was working in his room when he heard a knock at his door. He stood up walking towards it opening the door to find Shourya standing outside.

He looked unusually relaxed today.

"Evening bhaiya, Bhabhi kaha hai?", he asked.

Zain frowned but replied,

"She is in the closet", as soon as the words left out his mouth, the closet door creaked open revealing Inayat.

"Hello bhabhi", Shourya greeted her cheerfully.

"Hello Shourya, how was your day?", She asked with a faint smile playing on her lips.

'wait a second did Inayat Rai just smile???' Zain's eyes popped out his socket seeing her smiling at his brother.

"She never smiles at me", he thought, a slight pout forming on his lips. Shourya looked at his expression weirdly before entering inside hugging Inayat.

"Thankyou so much Bhabhi... Aapki wajah se I could attend my college calmly", he whispered to her.

Zain was getting shocks one after another , first smile then hug ... what was going on??

After a little chat, Shourya left..

"All hugs for him, not for me?", Zain whined.

Inayat raised her eyebrows before speaking.

"I thought you hated me Mr. Oberoi, remember??"

"I should hate you for hiding so much beneath this exterior of yours trying to portray something that didn't take place", Zain whispered coming closer to her.

Inayat's eyes widened listening to him.

"I am what I am", Inayat whispered back firmly.

"I hate lies Mrs. Oberoi, but I can't make myself hate you...", he smirked, his lips grazing at her earlobes as he whispered.

"You calling me a lier?", Inayat feigned hurt.

"UHHUH, You aren't a lier but a lie yourself", he spoke trying to confuse her.

"What do you mean Zain?", Inayat whispered holding his shoulder as she started to feel her knees getting weak.

"Good night Inayat", He finally spoke stepping back. Smirk never left his lips until he stepped on the bed laying down with closed eyes.

While Inayat stood there in daze, trying to digest his words and the events which took place right now.

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