Neil pov:
Here we are, sitting at the ice cream parlour, and right in front of me, my best friend is sulking like a baby. Well, she is my baby—but let me tell you why.
After her little stunt today, I asked her for an ice cream treat, and Madam said okay, thinking she could bribe her way out of trouble. But little did she know, I’m not just any guy. I’m Neil Singh Shekhawat. And as my sweet little revenge, I told her I’d eat ice cream while she just sits there and watches—no ice cream for her.
Yep, that’s right.
To be honest, I’m loving every bit of it. She totally deserves this. I mean, how dare she talk to another guy like that without even telling me, and then pretend he’s just a “friend”? Nope. Not happening. I’m not letting this slide that easily.
Even though she’s giving me those puppy eyes, trying to convince me, trying to steal even one scoop—I’m not budging. Not today. Because she needs to understand that jumping to conclusions and making assumptions isn't okay. It's important to ask for clarification, to hear the other side, before deciding anything.
And she knows very well how possessive I am about her. Especially when other guys look at her with those creepy eyes... it's not my fault. I’ll pluck their eyes out if I have to. No one gets to look at her like that.
Finally, I finished my two scoops and looked at her—still sulking, her face the picture of sadness. She huffed and said, “You’re so cruel! You didn’t even ask if I wanted ice cream... not even out of courtesy!”
I smirked. “Don’t be so dramatic, madam. Since when is there courtesy between us? There’s no asking, just doing. That’s it.”
Her eyes widened, and her jaw literally dropped. “What?!” she exclaimed. Then she added softly, “I thought... if I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t talk to me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked so innocent, so silly. And that pout she gave me right after? Oh god—how cute can she get? I leaned in and pinched her cheeks. “Too cute,” I muttered under my breath.
Wait a second… was she blushing?
Heinn? What’s going on?
Her face was definitely turning red, and seeing my smile only made her glare at me. But it didn’t last long.
After a moment, we decided to head back home. We got into my car, settled in, and I drove her to her house.
As soon as we stepped inside her house, the first person we saw was her mom—Preeti Singh. The moment her eyes landed on us, her whole face lit up with the brightest smile.
Priya, all excited, instantly beamed and ran toward her mom with open arms, ready for that warm, loving hug.
But—oops.
Hahahah! Preeti aunty completely ignored her and walked right past her… straight into my arms!
She wrapped me in the tightest hug, and I swear, I had to stifle my laughter. From the corner of my eye, I could see Priya freeze mid-hug-motion, her arms still out, her expression absolutely priceless.
She was glaring at me like she’d just been betrayed on a soap opera—ready to kill the man who dared come between her and her beloved mom.
And me? I was just enjoying every second of it.
She cupped my cheeks in her hands, smiling at me so lovingly before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. Preeti aunty has always been like a second mother to me—ever since I was a kid. The way she cares, the way she lights up seeing me… it’s just pure warmth.
“How’s my baby? How was your day?” she asked sweetly, her voice filled with affection. “I made your favorite—butter chicken. I knew you'd be coming with my daughter.”
She pulled at my cheeks, just like she used to when I was little, and started admiring me with that motherly pride. “Look at you, so handsome! If I were from your generation, I swear I’d have married you myself!”
I didn’t know where to hide. My face turned beet red, completely flustered. I couldn’t even get a word out.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any more dramatic—
“What is going on here” came a deep voice from behind.
We all turned to see Priya’s dad (Avinash Singh), standing there with narrowed eyes, staring at me and his wife like a detective in a crime drama. In one smooth move, he walked over, pulled aunty gently to his side, and gave me a look that screamed: Stay away. She’s mine.
I couldn’t stop laughing. Uncle is such a possessive man when it comes to his wife—it’s honestly adorable. He loves her like no one else, even after all these years. And I’ve always admired that about them. They’re the perfect example of love that doesn’t fade with time.
“Oh hello, young man,” her dad said, pointing a playful finger at me, “I know you love my wife, but let me tell you—I love her more. And she only loves me, no one else. Right, jaana?”
He ended that with a wink at Preeti aunty.
Just like always, she turned bright red—like a full-on beetroot—and smacked his chest shyly, clearly embarrassed by her husband’s theatrics in front of me.
But then he leaned in close to her, whispering in a voice he thought was private, “Don’t you dare smack me on my chest like that again, wife… or else you won’t be sleeping easy tonight.”
WHAT.
I stood there, completely frozen. My soul left my body. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Why did I have to hear that?! I mentally screamed, trying to erase the last five seconds from my brain.
Just then, my eyes landed on Priya.
She was standing there, quietly, looking at her parents. There was a soft smile on her lips and a dreamy look in her eyes. She seemed completely lost in her thoughts, not even noticing I was right next to her.
I moved closer and gently asked, “What happened? Why are you staring at them like that?”
She blinked and slowly turned to me, then said softly, “I wish… one day, I also got a partner like my daddy. Someone who loves me unconditionally… someone who’s playful, naughty, and doesn’t care about the world when it comes to loving me.”
I was speechless.
Something about her words just hit me hard. Of course, I knew she’d get married one day. But the idea of another man being the one to love her like that… to be by her side, for life—it made me uneasy. Restless, even.
Why?
I don’t know.
Maybe I’m just being overprotective.
Yeah… that’s all it is. Just overprotective. I brushed the thought away, forcing a smile on my face.
After a heartwarming dinner filled with laughter, dreams, and deep conversations, I finally decided it was time to head home.
“I’m leaving,” I said, standing up and stretching as Priya and her parents smiled and waved me off.
Once I reached my mansion and stepped inside, everything seemed normal—until I heard a strange murmuring coming from the kitchen. It wasn’t the usual noise. It sounded… different.
Curious, I followed the sound.
And the scene I walked into?
Oh god.
I froze. Shocked.
Then I was instantly embarrassed.
Right there, in the kitchen—my parents.
Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like seeing them is a problem.
The problem is… my dad had my mom cornered against the kitchen slab, whispering something in her ear, and she was all flustered and blushing like a newlywed bride.
Yup. You get it. No explanation needed. Full-on romantic mode.
Let me tell you, my parents are no less than Priya’s. Still hopelessly in love, still acting like teenagers. I backed out real slow, before they noticed me. Because if Dad (Aviraj Singh Shekhawat) saw me, he’d just smirk and say, “Get out, boy,” like it’s nothing.
But Mom?
My mom ( Anjali Singh Shekhawat) will be mortified. She’s so adorably innocent, and I didn’t want to ruin their moment. So, I bolted upstairs straight to my room.
But—wait.
My door was ajar.
Just slightly open.
Who the hell? Who entered my room without permission?
My brain screamed thief, but my gut? My gut knew exactly who it was.
Oh, you’re so dead now.
As soon as I stepped into my room, I saw the culprit.
“How dare you enter my room?” I barked, my voice rising in pure rage.
He froze like a statue—caught red-handed—and slowly turned to face me.
None other than my baby brother, Nitin Singh Shekhawat.
But oh, the moment my eyes dropped to his hands, my fury tripled.
He had the nerve to steal the chocolate Priya gave me. The special one I had been protecting like treasure. I had decided I wouldn’t share it with anyone, not even under emotional blackmail. And this little traitor had the audacity to eat it.
My chocolate.
Half gone.
Mouth covered in chocolate, trying to act innocent. As if!
And to make matters worse? The cherry on top?
He was wearing my shirt. My shirt. Again.
His obsession with stealing my clothes and accessories is never-ending. Every time I catch him, he sweet-talks his way out—calling me the sweetest brother, his idol, his role model… blah blah blah.
But not today.
Today, I was ready to unleash a full WWE move.
I stormed toward him, full force, ready to land one solid punch—but suddenly, he yelled, “Papa! Aap yahan?!”
I spun around, completely startled—“Where?!”
No one.
I turned back. He was gone.
Gone.
The little devil had played me. Used the oldest trick in the book and vanished in a blink.
It took me a whole second to process that I’d been outsmarted.
Again.
Ughhh. I clenched my jaw, fuming. I couldn’t even scream—it was too late at night. But oh, tomorrow?
Tomorrow, he’s done for.
Be ready, Nitin. The storm is coming.
I had made up my mind.
Oh, he thought he was smart? Outsmart me? His elder brother?
Poor soul. He had no idea what was coming for him.
I waited patiently until midnight struck. Then, at exactly 2:00 AM, I crept out of my room like a stealthy ninja and slipped into his.
There he was. My baby brother. Sleeping peacefully, as if the world wasn’t about to collapse around him.
But don’t worry, sweet little Nitin. Your peace ends now.
Suppressing my evil grin, I tiptoed into his bathroom and found his precious towel—the one he always uses after washing his face. I emptied a generous amount of talcum powder into it. Could already imagine the scene: a cloud of white exploding in his face. That’s going to be my first masterpiece of the day.
Then I returned to him and stood beside his bed, sketch pen in hand.
First, a thick, ridiculous moustache.
Then some overly dramatic eyeliner around his eyes.
And finally, a giant, bold, black circle right in the middle of his forehead.
By now, I was barely containing my laughter. I looked at him like an artist admiring his masterpiece.
But just as I was about to leave, something caught my eye—a paper on his desk.
Ohooo.
His project assignment.
The one he’d been working on for the past week.
Oh brother, big mistake.
I picked it up, stepped outside, and—ripppp—tore it into pieces like confetti. The final nail in the coffin.
A few minutes later, I walked back in, casually tossed the now-shredded paper back onto his desk, took one last look at my sleeping work of art, and whispered with a smirk, “Good night, baby brother.”
Then I scrolled back to my room and slept like a king.
I strolled back to my room and slept like a king, dreaming of the glorious chaos that would unfold come morning.
And oh, the morning didn’t disappoint.
Sunlight filtered into my room, warming my face, birds chirped sweetly outside—an absolutely beautiful, peaceful start to the day.
I stretched lazily, admiring the calm...
Until—
“BHAIYAAAAA!!!”
A scream echoed through the hall.
Ah. Music to my ears.
I grinned, stretching once more. “Ab aaya na maza…”
Another shout came, more furious this time. “Bhaaiiiii!”
I got up, fixing my hair, walking down the stairs like I was entering a royal court.
And oh boy—what a sight awaited me.
Nitin stood in the middle of the living room, face a total mess—black moustache, eyeliner smudged, talcum powder still faint on his cheeks. And in his hands, the tattered remains of his beloved assignment.
All the house staff? Laughing.
Even my parents?
Laughing.
I tried to hold it in—I really did—but I exploded. Laughed so hard I had to hold the railing for support.
He glared at me like he was ready to commit murder.
I held up my hands and said with a grin, “Ab aaya na maza? Tune meri shirt churayi thi wo bhi teek thha lekin priya ki di huyi chocolate churayi tune maafi toh Milne se rahi beta Le—tit for tat.”
He looked like he wanted to launch the assignment pieces at my face.
Totally worth it.
But then, suddenly… he started crying.
My laughter died instantly. Concern took over in a heartbeat.
I rushed to him. “Hey, hey—what happened? Are your eyes burning? Did the sketch cause an allergy?” My mind raced through every possibility. I mean, sure, revenge is fun… but he’s my baby brother. We pull each other’s legs all the time, but we always have each other’s backs.
He wiped his cheek and sniffled, “It’s not that… the assignment, bhaiya. Today’s the last day to submit it. If I don’t, the teacher won’t give me marks…”
My heart sank a little. Ugh, my idiot brother. He didn’t even make a backup? Classic Nitin.
But I know him better than he knows himself.
“Wait here,” I said and ran back to my room.
I opened my drawer and pulled out the copy of his assignment I had made last night. Because, come on, it’s Nitin. I couldn’t risk him losing marks—not when it comes to studies.
I came back and handed it to him.
His eyes lit up. A wide, teary smile spread across his face.
He rushed forward to hug me, but I held up a hand. “Nope. First, go clean that mess off your face. You look like a haunted cartoon.”
He laughed through his sniffles. “Love you, bhaiya,” he said softly, wiping his tears as he ran toward his room.
I chuckled. “Pagal hai… but he’s my baby. Always will be.”
I’ll be his shield. No matter what life throws his way—I’ll protect him.
Just then, Dad walked to my side, placed a firm hand on my shoulder, smiled warmly, and ruffled my hair like he used to when I was a kid before heading off to his study.
Then Mom came over, pinched my ear gently. “Why do you always trouble your brother?” she scolded.
I grinned. “Just for fun, maa.”
I leaned in, kissed her cheek, and darted off to get ready for college.
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Hi my dear readers,
Here comes another chapter! I really hope you enjoy this one. Don’t forget to like, share, and drop your thoughts in the comments—your feedback means the world to me and helps me grow with every chapter.
In this part, you’ll notice that something’s starting to shift… Neil finds himself feeling a little restless, and our bubbly Priya—well, she’s being her usual self, dropping subtle hints just to see how he reacts. Wink wink.
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Let me know what you think about this chapter! What did you feel? Did you catch the hints? And if you have any suggestions or thoughts for improvement, I’m all ears.
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Delululove03 ❤️
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