Ch.24 Chapter 21 - The Agnihotri's

Pihu entered the room, flopping down beside Janvi on the couch.

"Ugh, bish, what's wrong with your outfit?" Pihu said, eyeing Janvi's outfit, which is a large black gown, with disdain, "You look like you just stepped out of a catalogue."

Janvi raised an eyebrow. "At least I don't look like I got dressed by a blind person, bish. That top and those pants are a mess."

Pihu snorted. "Oh, please, Janvi. You think you're so fashionable just because you spend all Daddy's money on designer labels. I can style circles around you with a thrift store budget."

Janvi smirked. "Thrift store budget? That explains why you look like a hot mess. And don't even get me started on those shoes in grandma's closet."

Pihu laughed. "Well, at least my shoes don't look like they were made for a toddler's tea party. And by the way, bish, that dress is so last season. You're just a fashion victim."

Janvi tossed a pillow at Pihu. "Fashion victim? You're the one who's a victim of bad taste. And don't even get me started on your hair, it looks like a bird's nest."

Pihu dodged the pillow, grinning. "Oh, bish, you're just mad because I'm rocking this effortless rich-ass vibe while you're trying too hard to be stylish."

Janvi rolled her eyes and snapped, "Shut the fuck up, bish. And when are you going to die? Hell is waiting for you?"

Pihu grinned mischievously. "After you, bish."

Just then, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. "What happened?" Janvi asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Pihu's sly grin widened. "Do you want to see something funny?"

Janvi's smirk grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "What did you do this time, bish?"

Pihu winked at her. "Just wait and watch."

Sidharth looked on, bewildered. "Wait, weren't they just roasting each other? How did they go from foes to friends in seconds?"

Mrunali chuckled nonchalantly. "Oh, they're just like that. They'll rip each other apart until they find their next victim to roast together. It's their love language."

Janvi and Pihu burst into laughter, their banter forgotten in the face of their shared mischief.

Naksh stormed into the room, his face thunderous, and slammed his favourite black helmet onto the table. But instead of its usual sleek, matte finish, the helmet was now a garish pink, covered in glitter and topped with a gaudy red bow. The transformation was so ridiculous that everyone burst into laughter, holding their stomachs in pain.

"BOSSY, WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?"

Pihu struggled to contain her giggles, her eyes shining with mirth. "Why are you shouting, Naksh? Look how cute it is!"

"Seriously?" Naksh raised his eyebrows.

"Do I look like I am joking?"

Naksh's expression turned incredulous. "Cute? You've ruined my limited-edition helmet! How can I wear this... this... abomination again?"

Pihu teased, her voice husky, "Oh, come on, Hubby! You'll rock the Pookie vibes! Who needs a boring old black helmet when you can make a statement with pink glitter?"

Mrunali, Janvi, and Sidharth were rolling on the ground, their laughter echoing off the walls. Naksh took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing, and strode towards Pihu. He lifted her chin, his fingers grazing her skin, and gazed into her eyes with a husky intensity.

"If you want to go on a drive date with me, Wifey, just ask. You don't need to decorate my helmet. But I have to admit, the pink suits you. You'll look adorable with Pookie vibes."

Pihu's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as Naksh's words sent shivers down her spine. She was speechless, her lips parting slightly as she struggled to respond. The air was charged with tension, their faces inches apart, as the others' laughter faded into the background.

Pihu shot him a glare and brushed his hand away, exclaiming, "Stop spouting nonsense." Frustrated, she stormed off. Naksh couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at Bossy's flustered expression.

(AT CLUB)

The club pulsed with energy, a living, breathing entity that wrapped itself around you like a warm, sweaty embrace. The air was thick with the smell of perfume, cologne, and the faint tang of alcohol. Strobe lights flashed, casting flickering shadows on the walls as the DJ spun a hypnotic mix of beats.

The dance floor was a sea of moving bodies, a kaleidoscope of colours and lights. People lost themselves in the music, their faces aglow with sweat and excitement. Some danced with abandon, their arms raised in the air, while others moved with a more subtle, sensual grace.

To the side, the bar stretched like a glowing ribbon, lined with patrons sipping cocktails and cheering on the dancers. Behind the bar, a mesmerizing display of bottles and glasses sparkled like a rainbow-hued waterfall.

In the VIP area, plush couches and velvet ropes cordoned off the elite, who sipped champagne and surveyed the scene with a detached air. The music was louder here, the bass thumping through the floor like a heartbeat.

On the walls, neon lights and LED screens flashed and pulsed, casting an otherworldly glow over the scene. Confetti and balloons drifted lazily through the air, adding to the sense of celebration and release.

In the midst of this whirlwind, the crowd was united, lost in the beat, their spirits soaring as one. The club was a world unto itself, a place where worries were left at the door and the only rule was to let go and enjoy the ride.

As they stepped into the club, the intoxicating aroma of sweet cocktails and the pulsating lights of the dance floor enveloped them, electrifying the atmosphere. The thumping bass reverberated through their veins, beckoning them to surrender to the rhythm. Sidharth vanished into the sea of revelers, unnoticed by the others, who were too caught up in the infectious energy.

The remaining group settled into the plush VIP corner, scanning the vibrant scene before them with eyes wide with excitement.

Janvi, ever the life of the party, rolled her eyes dramatically and declared, "We're not here to sit in the VIP room all night, looking like wallflowers! LET'S ENJOY, BITCHES!" She shouted the last line, her gaze locked on Pihu and Mrunali as she pointed towards the dance floor, her finger sparkling with a diamond ring.

Mrunali's eyes sparkled like diamonds at the prospect, while Pihu shrugged, her shoulders barely rising above the sleek, black top she wore. "Let's go!" Mrunali exclaimed, her voice husky with excitement, and the three girls left the VIP room, descending into the pulsating crowd like butterflies emerging from a cocoon.

Naksh remained oblivious, lost in his drink, the amber liquid glowing like gold in the dim light. Aahan suppressed his possessiveness, allowing his "Little one" to shine like a superstar, her sparkle illuminating the room. Shivay, too, relinquished control, unable to resist his Princess's will, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of adoration and resignation.

Pihu, Mrunali and Janvi first took their drink from the bar and then moved to the dance floor and started vibing with music.

On the dance floor, Pihu, Mrunali, and Janvi immersed themselves in the music, laughing and dancing without a care. Mrunali, now thoroughly drunk after just two drinks, danced with abandon, her senses dulled. Pihu and Janvi found her antics hilarious, doubling over in laughter.

"I'll grab another drink," Pihu said, "Want anything?"

Janvi declined, pointing at Mrunali, who continued dancing nonstop. "Nah, I'm good. You go ahead. I'll watch over this puppy."

Pihu chuckled and left, leaving Janvi to tend to the inebriated Mrunali.

After Pihu's prolonged absence, Janvi's concern grew, prompting her to drag the drunken Mrunali along with her. However, the scene unfolding before her eyes made her frown deepen. A man with a predatory gaze was attempting to coax Mrunali onto a dance floor; his intentions were clear as water.

Janvi's eyes flashed with anger, but she cautioned herself, "Calm down, your bitchy ass, Janvi. Don't create a scene here." She approached the duo, her heels clicking on the floor like a warning.

With a possessive flourish, Janvi placed her hand on Mrunali's waist, her fingers splayed like a claim of ownership. She pulled Mrunali close, her voice husky, "Sorry for your loss, but this girl belongs to me." Her gaze locked onto the man, a fierce glare that dared him to challenge her.

The man, taken aback by Janvi's fierce protectiveness, stuttered, "W-who are you to-"

Janvi cut him off, her voice dripping with venom, "I'm the one who'll make your life hell if you dare touch my friend again." She planted a kiss on Mrunali's cheek, a bold declaration of ownership.

Mrunali, oblivious to the drama, giggled, "Jaaanvi, I love you!"

The man, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, backed away, his eyes wide with fear. "I... I didn't mean to... "

Janvi's parting shot was a withering glance, "You didn't mean to? Well, now you know what it means to mess with the wrong girls."

Aahan's gaze narrowed from the VIP room, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding below. Janvi, his sister, was dragging Mrunali away from some guy, her hand possessively on Mrunali's waist. Aahan's jaw clenched as he watched Janvi plant a kiss on Mrunali's cheek, a fierce glint in her eye.

Aahan's mind raced with possessiveness, his heart burning with a jealous fire. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else touching Mrunali, let alone his own sister. He pushed through the crowd, his long strides devouring the distance.

As he reached Janvi and Mrunali, his voice was low and menacing, "What's going on here?"

Janvi turned to face him, a hint of defiance in her eyes, "Just taking care of your girl, brother."

Aahan's gaze locked onto Mrunali, her eyes sparkling with a drunken haze. He growled, "I'll take care of her from now on."

With a swift motion, he scooped Mrunali into his arms, her arm wrapped around Aahan's neck. Janvi raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so possessive now?"

Aahan shot her a warning glance, "Stay out of this, Janvi."

As he turned to leave, Mrunali's voice slurred, "Aahan... You're also here..." She poked his cheek.

Aahan's heart skipped a beat, his jealousy momentarily forgotten. He whispered, "I am here too, Little one." And with that, he dashed out of the club, leaving Janvi to watch with a knowing smile.

After Aahan and Mrunali departed, Janvi turned to the bewildered man and remarked with a smirk, "She's already left with her man. What are you waiting for? Me? I don't think you'll be able to handle me."

Sensing the man's unease, a tingling sensation ran down his spine at the thought of dealing with this fierce woman. In a split second, he dashed away from the scene.

"Goodness! I didn't come to the club to take care of someone else's mess," she sighed.

"Don't worry, Princess. I can take care of you," a flirty voice chimed in from behind. Without even a glance, she scoffed, "nonsense," and walked away.

Janvi settled on a bar stool, and Shivay took the seat beside her.

Shivay leaned in, his voice low and husky, as he whispered in Janvi's ear, "Princess, You know, I never believed in fate until I met you. Now, I'm a total believer."

Janvi snorted, her eyes rolling so hard they might get stuck. "Oh please, Shivay. You're not going to woo me with cheesy lines, are you? I've heard better pickup lines from a middle schooler."

Shivay chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, they're not cheesy! They're romantic. And I'm a romantic at heart."

Janvi raised an eyebrow, her expression dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, sure, but there is a huge difference between romantic and annoying."

Shivay laughed, unfazed by Janvi's sass. "Princess, I'm just trying to be charming. You have to admit, I'm doing better than most guys."

Janvi smirked, her voice laced with venom. "Oh, I'll give you that. You're definitely more entertaining than the average guy. But don't get too cocky, Shivay. I'm not that average girl."

Shivay grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Princess. I love a good challenge."

Janvi snorted again, but this time, a hint of a smile played on her lips. "You're something else, Shivay."

"Then how about a coffee date with me?" He asked.

Janvi pretended like she was thinking so hard, "Umm... Sure."

Before Shivay could contain his excitement, his phone rang, shrill in the air. Glancing at the screen, he turned to Janvi and said, "It's urgent." Janvi nodded understandingly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, as Shivay hurriedly excused himself, passing by a blushing girl along the way.

Janvi observed the girl's reaction, her cheeks flushing like roses, and couldn't help but scoff. "Don't even bother, girl," she said with a knowing smile. The girl looked puzzled, her brow furrowed in confusion, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Janvi leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Trying to approach him," she said, nodding in Shivay's direction.

The girl retorted, her voice laced with defiance, "Why? I didn't realize you two were in a relationship."

Janvi chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I never said you should stop flirting with my man or that he belongs to me. What I meant is, even if you stood there without any clothes, he still wouldn't spare you a glance. He's loyal to his love, and nothing can distract him from that."

Upon hearing Janvi's words, the girl glared at her in embarrassment, her face burning like a wildfire. But before she could respond, Janvi continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Trust me, sweetheart. He hasn't even noticed that you've been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes." Janvi winked at her knowingly, as if sharing a secret.

"Who's the girl with you, Princess?" Shivay asked Janvi, his eyes scanning the unknown girl beside her with mild curiosity just for a second.

"Just a fan," Janvi replied, her tone laced with boredom, her gaze drifting away from the girl.

Shivay's brow furrowed in confusion. "A fan?"

The girl, now flustered, shifted uncomfortably, but Shivay's eyes remained fixed on Janvi, his attention unwavering.

"She's hoping to catch your eye, Shivay," Janvi clarified, her voice dripping with teasing.

Shivay's response was immediate, his eyes still locked on Janvi. "Sorry, I'm taken. I have my lover."

Janvi shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile playing on her lips, as Shivay offered his arm. "Shall we leave, Princess? Everyone else has already departed."

Janvi accepted his arm, and together they glided away, leaving the dumbfounded girl in their wake, her hopes of captivating Shivay's attention shattered.

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