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A party is being held for the welcoming of new people in the team by Virat.

Malavika and Aadhya are getting ready for the party.

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malavika.rathore Dressed to impress

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shubmangill Girl in black dress leaving all speechless 🖤

↬ malavika.rathore Yes I am so beautiful 😏🤭

ishankishan23 To impress whom Malu !? 🌝😏

↬malavika.rathore Someone someone 🌝

aadhyasharma Haseen dilruba le gyi chaain meraaa.. Maal lag rhe ho 😘😍

↬malavika.rathore And it's a disclaimer that I ain't a lesbian guys 😐

↬User1 Bestfriend behaviour 🤣😭

anushkasharma Hoy hoy my pretty kudii..😍

↬malavika.rathore Thankyou bhabhi

athiyashetty Looking so beautiful ❤️
↬ malavika.rathore Thanks for the compliment.

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The opulent venue glowed with soft lighting and the gentle murmur of conversations as Virat bhai hosted a small, exclusive party to welcome Malavika and Aadhya. Adhya, and Malavika mingled with the guests, soaking in th celebratory atmosphere.

"To new friendships and unforgettable nights! Welcome, Malavika and Aatya, to our little gthering." Virat Bhai announced raising his glass in air.

The guests cheered and clinked their glasses, laughter echoing through the room. Amidst the festivities, Ashwin, a self proclaimed charming guy is wandering around Malavika.

Like a bloody beetle.

"Wanna dance sweetheart?!" He asked her offering a hand.

Sweetheart!! She has a name bruhh

There is a plastered smile on her face. Can't she deny him or what ??
He pulled her onto the dance floor.
And that bastard is holding her waist. Can't he see she's uncomfortable.

Bastard.

"Jealousy on peak." Ishan whispered in my ears.

He is at it again.

"I ain't jealous. Why should I be jealous of her dancing with that guy ?!"

"Caught you. I didn't tell anything about Malu. It's you who exposed yourself." He giggled.

Narak pishaach ka aakhri vanshaj has rha hai.

"Come on Ishan. She is looking so uncomfortable." I justified my look.

"Then go dance with her." He said as he turned to Aadhya sitting beside me for irritating her.

The hall is having such a dimlit light yet I can see her so clearly.
He is pulling her close.

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I had to agree to this guy. And he is now making me uncomfortable. His hold is being tight. Even after my several tries to push him apart he is gluing more to my body.

Disgusting.

Even Shubman isn't looking at me now. He and Ishan are talking. Oh god.

Ahh.

I winced and tears escaped my eyes as he pulled me close tightening his grip on my waist.
He is coming close to my face. And he even cupped my face.

Stupid. React he is gonna kiss youu.

But I am unable to even move.

I closed my eyes and later opened it to hear a thud.
He is lying down.

Did he fell down or what ?

No he didn't he is holding his chest. And it have a kick mark on it.

Nobody is noticing. All are busy.

But who did i-

It's Shubman.

He went and raised him by holding his neck hanging him on the wall like he is a weightless creature.

"How dare you even touch her like that ?!!!" He roared and punched him.

Ohh my man! Not mine. But the Man he is! Gentleman.

Butterflies udi udi jaarhe mere pet mein..

He literally threw him down. And
the guy rushed out.

Kaash ek do haddi toot gyi ho.

He turned to me. No he isn't angry anymore.

"Fine ?"

Double triple super fine.

I nodded.

"Wanna dance?" He forwarded his hand.

Wish I could hold this forever

(Thu thu thu 🧿)

Yes yes yes yes but calm down and give him your hand like a sweet elegant girl.

I took his hand as he pulled me towards him softly by my waist. And I kept my other hand on his shoulder.

The subtle pressure of his fingers sending a tingle up my spine.

As we began to move, Shubman's movements were confident yet tender, guiding me effortlessly through the music. Each step, each turn felt like a silent conversation between us, speaking volumes in the language of dance. I
can't help but admire how he balanced care with passion. His eyes are locked onto mine with an intensity that is making it difficult for me to breathe.

I didn't feel like this with anyone else. What kind of a feeling is it ?

He's protective.

I am feeling a flutter of warmth in my chest as I am meeting up with his gaze. His eyes, usually playful and teasing, now held a depth that hinted at unspoken emotions.

He wants to speak maybe.

"You dance beautifully," Shubman murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity.

I am feeling a blush rise to my cheeks at his compliment. His words were simple, yet they resonated me with a warmth.

Don't blush Malu don't.

We moved together in harmony, the music weaving around us like a cocoon of intimacy. Shubman's hand on my waist was a reassuring anchor, guiding me through spins and dips with a grace that matched his prowess on the cricket field.

I am being drawn to his strength, both physical and emotional, a contrast that is only deepening my admiration for him.

He turned me around slowly. Both of our hearts were racing. His heart is pounding under my hand in his chest. As if his eyes were penetrating into mine. His hand on my waist makes me feel something.

The feeling I never felt with anyone. His touch is really affecting me. He held me so close. I can hear my heart beat so loud and fast.

As we swayed in perfect synchronisation I noticed a familiar figure at the party entrance.
She is here !!!

I suddenly got out of Shubman's hold and rushed to hug her.

"Bhavika Mam" I called out as I couldn't control my excitement.
She reciprocated to the hug and she carressed my hair.

"Malu Oh my goodness. You are here." She said still in shock with a wide dimpled smile.

"You know her mom ?" I heard Shubman asking her.

Wait....it means

"Is Shubman your son ?" I asked her to which she nodded.

Yaa and that deep dimples prove it.

"Shubhi this is my Malu. My favourite student. No my daughter." She chuckled.

She didn't say it simply. I know how she do consider me as her daughter.
She is my second mom.

"Ohh" I heard him exclaimed.

"I want to talk to you beta. Shubman show us a good place to talk." She ordered him to which he narrowed his eyes and earned a smack from his mother.

And this is the reason behind this gentleman's behaviour.

We reached the library.

"You are gonna leave today right ?" He asked mam.

"No"

"Then ?!!" He exclaimed.

"I am gonna stay here. Now leave us alone." She ordered and I saw him leaving but he came again and hugged his mom and rushed out.

She giggled.

"How was it in London ?" She asked me.

"Good but not so good. I really missed you a lot." I answered.

Why am I even crying?

"Were you dancing with Shubman?" She asked raising her brows. She is teasing me.

"I.. wa..was"

She nudged me.

"Mm are you in love !!?" She exclaimed with amusement.

I nodded a no to which she pouted in disappointment.

"I thought you guys love eachother. Nevermind you guys have the chemistry!!!" She exclaimed dramatically.

"And then I'll be your mother in law and I'll torture you." She said with a fake laugh in villain style.

She raised her hand in air and came near me.

No no no no...

She started tickling me. Oh godd.

"Hah..hhhhah...m.maam.. please no" I said with great difficulty and she giggled.

"So happy to meet you baccha" She had some tears in her eyes and she hugged me again.

Bhumika mam is my teacher. She taught me when I was doing my degree in journalism from Mumbai. She is an excellent teacher.
Our bond transcended mere teacher-student relations, evolving into a nurturing embrace that felt like a mother's love to me, woven with guidance, warmth, and an unspoken understanding.

"Let's go and have something. Shubhi will be waiting for us."

We walked downstairs to find him waiting for us.

"So my dear Matashree let's go."
He offered her a hand and she encircled her arm around it.

We walked to the restaurant area.

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Oh I am feeling jealous. Malu stole my mom from me.

I remember how mom used to define about her to dad.

We sat in the restaurant and ordered our food.

I could see her some hairlocks on her face. The urge to tuck it behind her ear.
Urghh.

"You fell right ?!" Mom whispered to me.

Where?

"Where mom?!"

"For my Malu." She asked raising her brows.

Kya mataji aap bhi.

"Koi maa apne bete se yeh sab puchta hai ?" I asked her whispering.

(How could you ask this to your own son ?)

"Haan. Me. And listen you little rascal I am noticing you gawking at her since long." She said narrowing her eyes.

I smiled sheepishly.

"Guys I am here too." Malu spoke breaking our trance.

"You are in our talks and his heart too." I heard Mom murmuring.

Shutup Mamma.

"So what about your family and all ? Found a boyfriend?" Mom asked nudging her to which she chuckled and nodded a no.

Thankgod. Thank mom.

"Mm maybe it's destined that you'll find your Mr.handsome here only." Mom chuckled.

"I hope so."

"And you Mr. How did you find the proposal buaji sent you ?" She asked me and I stared at her blank.

"I knew it. Atleast tell me what type of a girl are you looking for. ?" She asked me and I found Malavika also shifting her gaze to me with curious eyes.

"Look I don't know if you are desperate to marry or not. But I desperately need a daughter. All of my friends have their daughters now.!" She pouted.

"Mom!!"

"I ain't forcing you to marry. Being in love isn't a sin. So look for someone whom you loves and who loves you. I don't even mind if you are planning for a living together." She said pinching my cheeks. And Malu giggled and then Mom started to complain about me to her.

Oh gosh. Don't mom don't. Am I even your own son ?! Because you are treating me like this.

"Oh my Mataa.. now have your food if you are done giving me advices." I joined hands dramatically causing them chuckle.

Our talks continued as we shared many stories and the two ladies of mine. I mean my mom. They both are a team. And they are troubling me.

We spoke a lot and later when the clock hit 12 at night we all went to our own rooms. I had to drag Mom to her room as they were going on talking without a fullstop.

I dragged Mom to my room.
I pouted as I closed the door and she chuckled.

"Ohk." She agreed even before I asked for it.

I literally wanted to sleep on her lap. I quickly changed my dress and came and lay down on the bed with my head resting on her lap.

"I didn't know you are so close to her." I spoke even though I didn't want to.

"Yes we are so close. Like you and me. She is a nice girl with a good heart. It's just that she is a bit short tempered." Mom explained me.

Short tempered and Malu. Like never.

"But she sounds so cool. But ya I heard from Sanjana bhabhi that she do have an extra spine !" I chuckled at my own comment.

"Shubhi.." she called me and I opened my eyes.

"Umm Samudra is home. She is really adamant that she want to marry you." She spoke with a little tension on her face. "And Tauji also want it."

I left out a sigh.
"And what do you want me to do ? " I asked her in return.

"Follow your heart. No need to compel yourself for a relationship in which you can't be happy." She said as she carressed my hair.

"And do tell me if you ever fall in love with anyone." She said.

"You are into girls only right ?!" She asked holding a laugh and I glared at her.

"What you mean Maa??!" I asked shooting glares. And she fell on the bed laughing.

My mom is too Frank with me. And that's what I admire about her. She don't hide anything. My evergreen young maa. Who is still at her sweet seventeen.

"Now sleep and let me go to my room. " She got up to leave.

"And ya don't stare at a girl like that Shubhi. Bad manners." She spoke screaming and I whinned causing her chuckle.

I don't even know why but the moments we had when we danced isn't leaving my mind.

Wish I could hold you close a bit long...or maybe a whole lifetime.

This feeling of restlessness is dangerous. I tried to sleep as I stared out through blank window.

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♡ Talab talab talab
bas teri hei mujhe
nason mein thu nasha
banke khulna yuhi ♡

Finally third part posted.

~AuthorAahi