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The guard took Niyati to the backside of the house and as confused she was she followed him.

The door at the back was open with no one around.. scrunching her eyebrows she glances around, to find that the guard had left..

Turning to call the guard to ask whether is she supposed to wait there or to go inside "Uh..bhaiy-ahh.." when someone spinned her toward himself and her hand reacted quickly to slap that person only for them to be caught "its you.."

She heaved a sign of relief seeing Achintya's familiar face lowering her arm, "don't do that again- I was about to slap you.." whined Niyati.

"Yeah..I saw. You have an inkling to hurt me-" he bought her lowered hand to his waist making Niyati shrieks aloud pushing him back creating distance.."ah..what now?"

"What now?" Her tone reaching a high pitch in the panic, head rotating and doing 180 degree scan of the premise to see if any living being has saw them- "it is broad daylight, we are standing in the backyard of your home, not to forget the hundreds of people outside and you are asking what now?have something happened to you to not understand that?"

"Yeah. I met you-"

Glowering she punches him on the arm "what do you mean?"

"Yaa.. because now if anyone saw you punching me..they will not question that." He said in irritation. He didn't get to see her properly for the whole time she was inside and now here too he will have to maintain the distance.

Fuck..

Spluttering as to what she should reply Niyati changes the topic "I came here for the-"

"Gift pouch you dropped in the hall. I saw that and keep that with me" Achintya dangles the shimmering pouch infront of her face and as Niyati's hand reaches to take it he hoisted it up, shaking his head and clicking tongue.

"What?" She ask. Even getting on her tip -toes and even with the advantage of the heel she couldn't reach his right arm. "What now?"

He could have handed the pouch to them in the hall if he had noticed instead of playing games with her. Achintya said he saw it..but as far as Niyati remembers his eyes were at the distance and never actively reaches her.

It bring back the irritation she felt in the hall. She risked so much with coming inside his home just to glance at his preety face and he didn't even looked at her.

"Pay for that. I picked the pouch and is kind and considerate enough to return it back to you..don't you think I deserves something for that?"

Yeah..if he was as kind and considerate he portrays himself to be he could have returned it back to her instead of making her come back to the haveli. Achintya was just having fun..and poor Niyati was being the victim of it.

"Just.give.it.back" she jumps with each word only to never reach it as he always pushed it up chuckling and crackling at her attempts or to say the failed attempts. "Achintya.." whines Niyati not getting her ways. He is really making her do so much hardwork while wearing heel-

And the thought stuck her..

"Ouch.."she cried holding her ankle after an other failed jump and the result was immediate. Achintya stop his ministration, bending to check..

"What? Are you hurt?" And Niyati would have felt guilty for the genuine worried lines on his face but the taste of the victory was on her tongue as she snatches the pouch out of his clutch standing at her full height grinning..

"Huh! I got you." She dangles the pouch just as he dangled earlier, not an idiot enough to stay close when he was scowling with his eyebrows furrowed "I learnt this from you..so you can't get irritated"

Achintya stood up,glarring at her making her smile to dim a bit. The happiness suited her the best and yet, he was angry that she exploited his obvious weakness even going far as to use it in her favour.

Oh lord..has he really gotten angry with her?

Because Achintya didn't reacted as she has thought, but stayed where he was with his hands on his waist giving her a blank look. But she didn't even done anything for him to get angry..it was a harmless prank!

Glancing behind his back where the door was, she takes few steps towards him "I said..don't get mad. You are doing the opposite." Niyati thought he will try ambush her again but he still remain there with no other expression on his face and it scared her..a bit.

Achintya has always been expressive with her..even at their hiatus of few days he never once stopped himself to show his anger and disdain. So, this blank face of his was new to her, scary even.

Grabbing his hands with her she brings them from his waist to her, "sorry na..I won't do it next time." adding a peck on his cheeks and then hiding her blazing face in his rumbling chest as he chuckles deeply.

"You are not playing fair, Niyati."

"I can't. My opponent is honourable Achintya Chaudhary, have to use every petty tricks I know." Those arms slids around her shoulders hugging her close to himself as a sweet kiss lands on her forehead.

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Panicking..

No that would not be the sufficient word describe Niyati's situation. Terror, dread and all the other synonyms together couldn't describe the cold feet and wet palms and the thin layer of sweat coating her neck when despite her many refusal and pleading Achintya bought her inside the haveli making his way to his bedroom.

Now shocked, she stand rooted in his room as he stand behind her after closing the door. Niyati thought they both were lucky as they didn't encountered anyone on their way no knowing the man behind her has already ordered the helpers to return back to the servant quarters untill they are called.

But what she didn't know, wouldn't hurt her.

"How you are liking my room?" He ask sitting on the majestic looking four poster bed dominating half of the room eyeing her. Niyati looked like she has crossed the border of the country then the border of his room. "The bathroom is on that side" he pointed to her right where the glass door was and then to her feet that were red.

Earlier the box of the almost empty red paint fell on the floor by a gust of the wind and Niyati's feet rolled on the few drops of the wet liquid that was dripping from the empty can.

She has to entered the house like that untill Achintya fetched a used cloth from the store room cleaning her feet. But the marks still could be seen on her dusky feets which he indicates her to wash.

And in the meantime he must ring someone to come and clean the footprints from the floor leading to his room before anyone's eyes fell on them.

Nodding her head she went towards the pointed door, opening it and getting inside. Achintya's bathroom accomdates the almost same space that Niyati's bedroom must have been off.

His room was enough to house a small family with a huge bed dominating the space, the right side of it being a walk in closet and an attached bathroom that was this spacious. Sometimes, the difference in their class becomes so obvious from the things that one wouldn't think too much about.

Him being dressed in the expensive but subtle simple clothes, his bike, his jeep, his watches and his huge collection of the sunglasses because he always wear the new one everytime she see him.

"Have you slept there?" Comes the voice of the Prince charming and Niyati rolled her eyes. That man holds no patience and especially not when it comes to her. "I know it is beautiful and all but-"

"I'm here. " She said aloud over his voice as he smirked, half lying on the bed with his head supported by his palm. "And I have seen better." She adds undertone.

"Really? Where? As far as I know..no house is better looking than mine in the whole Begusarai-"

"Narcissist." She scoff aloud but he continues.

"And these kind of haveli are not seen in Indore. So tell me, where?" Niyati was eyeing the antique looking vase badly wishing she could hit him with that and wipe his smirk. He really is the most humble person she got the fortune to meet with.

And her idiot heart has to fell-

No. She was not hopping on the honesty train not ready to evaluate the true depth of the abyss she was free falling to.

"In the dramas. Happy!" Niyati made her way to the door, putting her hand on the lock throwing him a glance. He was eyeing her with the intrest, lying and observing her.

"You are not going to stop me?" She ask suspiciously turning a bit towards him keeping her hand still on the lock.

"Who? Me? No..no..I wouldn't dare.." he replies adding fuel to the fire. Trust him, when she was begging him to not take her inside he turned deaf ears to her pleading and now when she needed his help to get out of here -she doesn't even remember her way as she has kept her head low all the while he dragged her to his room- he is being the considered one.

Huffing she turned "bring me out of here."

"I have not tied you up..you are free to go.."

They both stared at one, another one cool and other fuming. Her eyes forcing him to fulfill her will, "fine. Stay there, I will go by myself and when I saw someone I will inform them about you."

"About me?" He ask confused.

"That I murdered there young master for being an absolute jerk." She huffs opening the door, kept her one foot outside when the door closed behind her with his hand on them caging her in between the wooden door and himself.

Just like that, all the fight left her from the obvious intimate position of theirs. They both have came close before, but it was still outside.

This time, they both were in the confine of the four walls, on top of that it was his room and that thought was enough to set her body on the fire.

"If the death comes in the seductress form of yours, I'm ready to ascend to the heaven right at this moment." He mumbles in her hair putting his free hand to her stomach and pulling her so that her hands reaches his on her stomach and a sweet sound left her lips when the soft lips kisses the small skin of the back of her neck peeking from the neckline.

Whoever done her haistyle did the absolute wonderful job. Despite the style being extremely modest and simple one, it presents the all the possible space to run his lips,her braid highlighting the sweet neck that demands to be marked.

Her dainty fingers clutches his when the ministration of his lips traveled to the side of the neck making her turn "don't" and putting his palm over his mouth.

His irritated expression matching that of a child whose favourite toy is forcefully taken away from his "explain why?"

"Because.." teases Niyati really liking how his scowl keep getting deeper. He always found ways to tease her any given time or situation it is only for her to do the same.

Then taking advantage of the situation she pinches his cheek running from his grip to the other side of the room.

"Niyati..." He runs after her for only a giggling Niyati to slip out of his grip jumping on his bed to the other side while he chases.

The game of cat and mouse continues, her laughter echoing in the room with his, "you can't catch me-" Niyati sing sliping again from him standing behind the sofa, trying again to run only for her feet to catch on the rug for a momentary second and Achintya clutching her arms as they both fall on the sofa in a tangle of mess with his body breaking the fall taking the impact with her on top.

The sharp brown eyes founding the wide one, her hand holding his shirt, his wounding around her back, the other on her waist finally captured the dove he was so desparately running after. "Caught you, Jaan."

Turning scarlet at the vibrancy of his word she lowers her face on his chest, Achintya pushes her chin above looking in her clear eyes, the expectant look in them like they too want what he is ready to give but, is too shy to ask aloud. He neared closer, his chest rising as her eyes shut -

And someone knocked on the closed door.

With a yelp Niyati scattered from him to the corner of the room clutching the end of her dupatta looking at the door like it has suddenly grown four legs and running towards her with its sharp claws. Achintya on the other hand looked close to murdering the next person who is behind the door. He finally got some alone time with her after five fucking days,

He get up from slowly hoping whoever the fuck it is leave him alone if he left it unanswered, apparently the person was as dense as the pole because the knock continues despite him growling "who is it?"

the answer didn't come.

"What should I do?" Niyati ask frightened out of her wits. If anyone saw her here, she will have to ascend heaven or hell whatever the god will find appropriate for her after this. "What should I do, Achintya?"

In the fear, she didn't realise her hand were shaking a bit only noticing that after he clutches them in his grip bringing them near his mouth and kissing them. "Calm down Jaan.. nothing will happen -"

"Someone is at the door..if they will saw me- what- what I will do ?" Cried Niyati, she felt chills running down her spine as the knock continues now impatient than before.

"Fuck off..." Achintya yelled again. Who the fucking fuck is at the door? It would not be the helpers neither it is his family members as they would have replied when he first showed hint of irritation in his tone. The siblings loves to prank one another but knows to back off at the first sign of the anger.

It has to be someone else. But that would be impossible, since not just anyone can enter in the haveli at their given choice.

Could it be one of those guest Meena kaki bought in their home?

Rubbing her back, he brings her to his chest gripping her shaking right hand in between his fingers. He has to do something for Niyati, for the panic to settle down, she already feared something like this and he bought her to the room despite that,

"Are you afraid?" He felt her head moving up and down in a nod on his chest, the arms around her tighten without his notice in a form to provide comfort to her,like that is what his body is made for, "what people will say Jaan?, think about my reputation"

"I know you are trying to subsides my panic but mentioning reputation is only making it sky-rocket "

"Good. Because that way we will have to stay like this so I can console you." Despite the situation a smile grazes her lips as she strain her neck to look at him and finds his lips on her forehead for a long second. When he created space in between them, it is to move Niyati towards the cupboard "hide while I will attain whoever the fuck is at the door."

Achintya helped her, hoisting her by her waist making her sit comfortably leaving the door a bit ajar as she sit there hidden behind his many shirts and hoodies and jackets.

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Sonam adjusted the dupatta in a way her collarbones shows, throwing her long shiny hairs back as the door open and her breathe left in a puff seeing the handsome man on the other side glowering and glaring daggers at her.

Too lost feasting on his perfectly sculpted  face that she lost her mind It took her a minute to realise he is asking her something, "huh!" Only to come back in her sense when he snapped his finger infront of her face.

"I asked..why you are here?"

"Oh.." the blush creeping on her fair face was not intentional it just came with his piercing eyes looking at her "I-" what has gotten inside her, it is unlike her to hesitate and here she is being a fumbling fool.

Clearing her throat, Sonam looked at him smiling sweetly blinking her lashes "what you are doing in your room when everyone is downstairs?"

Raising his eyes Achintya tried to evaluate this girl, it was clear to him as the day that she came here with the ulterior motives. He has seen that expression on many women's faces that he was known as part of his own charm. "And that concerns you because?"

"It do. You were the only good looking thing I could savour sitting between those mundane people-" Sonam discreetly tries to take a step closer only for him to boldly take one step back blocking the door a charming smile on his face .

"Are your parents aware about this wish of yours?"

"No. They won't have to know anything -"

"Good. " Her face glowed hearing his words. She has heard rumors about him and seems like all of them are hundered percent true.

Somewhere the sound of a door opening came,raising her eyes she looked around, no one knows where she is..she gave them the excuse of using washroom and only after lots of hardwork that she found his room.

"Now..turn your back and start walking in the same direction you came from."

Huh! What he said? She surely has heard him wrong-

"What ? What you meant by that?"

"Let me simplify it for your dense brain..I meant Get.Out" the door closed on her face as she stood there flabbergasted, not knowing -

What happened?

She looked at the close door, the man didn't even warned her before closing the door on her face , what if it has hurt her preety face? He might have hurt her ego but her face is offlimits.

Seeing the lost cause Sonam made her way to the downstairs, she might not be able to catch Achintya in her web but there going to be plenty of other chances in the future, because she has gotten the taste of his attitude and wanted it to explore it for some of her other personal reasons.

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"Who was she?" Niyati asked at once. Her earlier panic gone in the face of the anger her whole face was livid with. "I asked who was she?"

"I closed the door on her face, didn't I?"

"That didn't answered my question. Who was she?" There was a very teacher like manner behind her demand with her hand on her hips and the curt tone, Achintya has indeed closed the door but she has to know who that girl was.

Niyati was watching the drama between the gap, her blood boiling with the obvious attempt of flirting she was trying to do and not able to control herself she came out of the cupboard and if he really didn't have closed the door, he will have to stop her from committing crime.

"She is the sister of the girl my kaki has selected for her son." He answered easily sitting on the bed and asking her to come to him with his arms open and despite the obvious blush at his action she walked to him,

About to sit beside him only for him to snatch her by the waist and make her sit in his lap. " Thus that answered your question"

Comes the reply "Hm." and smirking to himself he still prodded ,

"I'm sorry I didn't heard?"

Looking away Niyati tries her best to stop the blush from coating her entire face and making her warm "yes." And still her reply came out meek and small. Turning to him to tell him to stop, she watches his smirk growing bigger at obvious reason and that earned him the slap on his shoulder "stop teasing me.."

Laughing aloud -and when she will ever get used to his magnificent presence and his even wonderful laughter- "could you blame me?You look like a tomato."

Touching her cheeks she fanned herself to get rid of the warmth, the situation only worsening when his lips kissed one side and then gently turning her hand with his finger around her chin to the second.

Achintya's hand were big enough to cover one side of her face, as the fingers reaches in her hair evoking goosebumps a shuddering Niyati ask "who is getting married?"

"Don't change the subject." He replied still lost in her eyes,

"I want to know,"

"Don't wanna talk of that bastard and ruin my day-"

"Achintya please.." and really, Niyati has started figuring out this man, was aware of which button to push to get him to do her bidding because Achintya never ignore her pleading , a fact she was well aware of.

Putting his head on her shoulder he noses at her neck wounding his hands around her petite form, so much so that there was no space for even the air to pass.

Groaning he said "Vijay is. His mother is eager to wed him off before me."

Huh! "Why?" She squirmed a bit,trying to turn only for him to not allow that. "Why would she want that?"

"Vijay and I are of same age. So there is always the power struggle between the both of us, and so if he get married to a girl of wealthy family and able to produce an heir before me, his status will automatically improves. Or so what she thinks."

She was silent for the few minutes thinking what he said and in the end only able to manage "that sounds like-"

"Bullshit. I know." He completed her thought finally allowing her to turn as her palm rest on his bearded cheeks.

"Yeah. " There was a little bit of the vulnerability in his face but it was gone now. But still, Niyati didn't like it a little bit when she saw it. There was more to the story..but Achintya clearly doesn't wanted to disclose and so, she isn't gonna bother him with that.

Her eyes found the wall clock, an hour has passed since she came here but she still has another hour before she will have to return back to the Reecha's home.

"Don't think much about any of that. Think about me..and how-" faking a gasp she whined "- how you didn't compliment me."

The laugh was full of mirth that he exerted from his lungs, the next second Niyati's world was tilted as Achintya carry her in the bridal style spinning her around as their laughter echoed in the room.

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The girl and the boy sit in the silence. The girl was completely silent while the boy looked like he couldn't wait to run away from here.

"Uhm..what you do?" Vijay ask just to be productive. His family has sent them there to talk alone but for heaven sake, he had no clue what to say or talk with a stranger.

" I have done my graduation in B.A. " come the curt reply "what you do? "

"I work along with Mithilesh bhaiya. "

Sneha was beautiful in the sense she was smaller and petite, her complexion that of ivory small eyes, straight nose and pink plump lips. With a small mole around her neck which was hidden by her thick long curly hair.

His mother choose the preetiest one out of the batch, atleast she was pleasing to the eyes.

"You..you have anything to ask me?" She asked clearly uncomfortable with the awkward air between them.

"No. Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

She simply shakes her head, obedient, pliant and docile just like how he likes his women to be. Exactly the type of daughter-in-laws his mother was searching, so she could always keep her daughter-in-law under her thumb.

"Good. Now let's go."

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"Choti Dulhan..come here" Durga Devi called to Nupur after the guest left. They have asked for sometime to reach any descision despite Meena forcing them after hearing the long list of dowry they listed.

Nupur stand beside Durga Devi who was sitting with Phulan Chaudhary on her side and Lokesh Chaudhary on another with Laxu playing with his chain. "Remove the evil eyes from both of the children. So many people visited today and who knows what their intentions was. You simply remove the eyes from the children."

Nodding her head, Nupur made her way to the kitchen just as Phulan commented "who were those girls Abhay was playing with?"

"They are the nieces of Raghuveer Mishra, papaji." Nupur replied remembering the scene from earlier. Abhay was an active child who do not shy away from people but he never get this close to anyone before. He loves attention but never the close contact.

What this Niyati has done to her son? Nupur didn't get to talk with the girl but she seemed sweet and simple and extremely frightened when her husband came to take Abhay from her.

Then she also couldn't stop her mind to go over Achintya, the boy didn't even glanced at the site of the Mishra sisters. It is really the great thing that Shivangi is getting married now and bit by bit Achintya is accepting the truth and forgiving her.

That will save them lots of the headache in the future.

"The eldest seemed sweet. " Durga Devi mused.

And Phoolan Chaudhary added "she holds the charm of her family and upbringing Amma, ofcourse anyone of that virtue will glow."

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Achintya calling Niyati 'jaan' -me and my brain-dead.

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