WARNING- Slightly Mature Scenes ahead.

"You have a beautiful house" I said, took a quick tour glancing around the space visible to me.
It's really big, gorgeous and the interior is uniquely classy.Quite eye-catching.

I brought back my gaze to Sweta Aunty and smiled genuinely appreciating the efforts she has put to maintain it so well.

Nonna says it's not end of the task how beautiful you build your house, rather putting effort everyday to remain it the same will be always appreciated. That's what I felt stepping inside this house.
Everything is so clean, so perfectly organised.

That's how Neil keeps his Mumbai appartment always tidy, clean, even his wardrobes are much organized from inside than mine are. We hardly see guys do such stuffs. Isn't it!

Undoubtedly the cleanliness is in his heredity, so of mine. I nodded internally.

"Thank you Beta....
Neil and his Papa, they had detailed most of the part the interior designer put" Sweta Aunty gave a satisfactory grin, took the seat beside me passing over Neil, who has sat on the couch opposite to me.

Nerve of him.
He is gaping at me, I can see it through my peripheral vision.

I won't look at him. He has been an asshole the whole journey. Today I'll show him the repercussions a person could face getting pissed off without letting the girl explain her side of story who he claim he like her. Today I would hold my ground.

Aunty handed me the glass. That middle aged lady must be their cook, has put the tray full of three glasses of water along with some delicious sweets of different shapes, on the coffee table at the centre less than a minute ago.

I gave a soft smile, took the glass from her hold and emptied half of it in a single breath. I was thirsty. My throat felt comfortably wet swallowing down the liquid inside my stomach.

"I need to change"as if speaking to me, Neil took a breath before getting off the couch.
I wouldn't have bothered to take a single glance of him if his mom wouldn't have been around us.
I was expressionless. What does he think of himself. It was him who stopped talking to me. Now he is behaving like I'm the one. My fist clenched.

"You didn't say me that she is coming or else, at least I would have changed the bedsheet this morning.." Aunty lightly scowled watching Neil walking away. And that made him snapped his head, stopped moving to catch the stairs upward.
His eyes fall on me instead his Mom and I flinched been caught, forgot to averted my gaze. Shit I was staring at him. My eyes blinked nervously, I looked away.

"Sorry Son you have to share room with her" his Mom scrunched her nose stating her helplessness and my eyes widened, horrified. I gulped glancing at both of them. What the fucking hollycrap I got myself into. I can't share a room with this Kabir Sigh. And wait, what kind of mother is she! She is actually allowing his son to share a room with his girlfriend. Doesn't she know how irritatingly mood swing issues her Tillu has.
I got it, it's his nick name. Let's save it for later. It will be fun. A devilish smirk was on the way to appear on my lips but instantly faded when I saw Neil giving me the same mirth. Asshole. I distastefully looked away for the third time, since I have reached here.

"Kidding" Aunty sniggered, her eyes danced in amusement. I almost jumped on my seat, whirled my head at her. Neil's eyes narrowed looking at his Mom downwards.

"I have settled it already. Actually there was a slight possibility I assumed, you might be bringing her home this time" she took a glanced over me, grinned then put an arm around my shoulders lovingly. I lowered my eyes, my cheeks heated up.
"So, sorry Son for pinning the balloons of your over excited heart" she made a fake sad look, batted her eyes lashes. God she is so dramatic. I struggled not to let out a chuckle, I was in state of flushing my cheeks still red.

Neil rolled his eyes, let out a groan before he resumed to amble towards the stairs. I about to huff in a relieved exhale, instead a gasp came out of my mouth watching him tossed my backpack over his shoulder breaking the stairs, that I had made sat it on the floor beside the coffee table, the exact side he was sitting.

When he took it off that spot! I didn't saw him doing so, if I remembered.
Asshole, Kabir Singh. My fist itched to punch on his sexy ass. Sexy ass! Seriously Avni !
Later. I pushed my subconscious mind's mocking away.

"Is there any guy hit on you in the airport or on the way here home" She said those words as soon as Neil left. She averted her gaze away her son and brought back to me. Sweta Aunty stared at me waiting for my reply. My eyes snapped at her, composed, then they creased by her words " sorry!" My voice appeared bewildered.

"You know what, he is just like his father the same pissed off face his used to be. The exactly he use to reacted if any other guy would ever looked at me. I was very pretty you know" she rolled her eyes shrugged off her shoulder in self pride. I chuckled.

"You are still" I smiled noticing her each facial features, lost in her laugher, the way her eyes widened then narrowed while talking. She continued speaking, I didn't hear what she was saying.

I turned my waist facing her, my head leaned slightly. She is really cute. Neil is so lucky, he has the best mom in this world. I gulped staring her beautiful face. My Mom must have been talking to me like her or may be she might have been over protective by her girl having a boy friend. I laughed but tried stopping my tears that threatening to form inside my throat and nose then it will start pushing my eyes to fill up...I averted my gaze away her face. I reached the glass, chugged down my throat the remaining liquid in gulping my tears not to be embarrassed in front of her. Not only her, not to anyone I have had wanted, I succeeded being this way since years until Neil that day. Someone, other than Reyaansh I have shared my journey been growing up without parents.

That glass I had kept it back on the table when they both mother and son was busy in conversation regarding the flight and other stuffs. I didn't concentrate on their conversation instead I was busy having those delicious sweets Sweta Aunty handed me insisting me not to miss it when I said I'm full. Neil said silently they are made by her. They are home made, I hardly have any option to avoid it. I immediately took hold of the dish off her grip she was holding for me, in attempt not to hurt her denying one more time and exchanging a single word I started shoving the food inside my mouth.

There is no shame I would feel to admit that I would have been going to miss something big if I wouldn't have tasted it. It's amazingly made, overly delicious in taste.

Nonna once said my mom was a very bad cook, she used to raisen up my Nonna's BP everytime she stepped in the kitchen to prepare something. Then a day finally came when Mamma lay off proceeding this disaster skill of her and Nonna blew out a sigh of relief for lifetime.

A chuckle let out my lips thinking of my Mom's face would have been that time, stating that to Nonna. She might have been hurt looking at Nonna heaving a sigh of contentment. Poor Mamma.

Then I noticed I haven't seen uncle since I have been here....he must be in office... obviously he would have been there at his work place, it's not a weekend.

"Where is Uncle....he must be in office..." Smiling confusedly I glanced around in search of him then halted my gaze back at Aunty. She gave me a pensive smile in return.
I felt a bit off gaurd.

"There he is" she beckoned me to look somewhere at the front. My curious gaze followed her and stopped somewhere I regret I shouldn't have asked her all this. There is a picture of a middle aged man in black suit leaning to a office desk, his hands crossed, his face holding a smile as if looking at me. Yeah the picture must had been clicked when he stared straight. His eyes, same as Neil has, they are similarly expressive.

"Neil was in 12th standard, few days before his final board exam, his Dad left us..." She stated with a remorseful gaze over the laminated huge still of her late husband. I bit my lip, sombrely listening to her. Neil never told me about his Dad.

"You never asked nor showed interest to know anything about his family Avni. You never had....he was there for you that day when you told him about your Mom. He heard you the entire day patiently, made you smile wiping your tears but you never wanted to know anything about him.... Should I be!!! " I debated to my inerself.

"I am sorry" I timidly said, bit my lips, fidgeted. I ducked my face lowered feeling sorry.

"Ohh c'mon beta, don't be...My Man wouldn't be happy if I upset my guest...or family I would say" she whispered as if stating something very secretive and then giggled. I tilted my face, looked at her in surprise.
What she said! family!
ooh God. My cheeks flushed doubling the blushes over it.

She sobered up lessening her shoulder shaking guffaw, gave me an assuring blink, nodded her head along with her smiling face. It's visible she miss her husband so much. Her glassy pensive eyes are prove of that. My heart ached.

Do my Dad miss my Mom! Do his eyes leave tears thinking of her!
I must be kidding. Why he would be, he is married, happy with his wife. Overly satisfied with those money making people works in his farms.

Sometimes my heart act like it has just awakened up from being in coma since my birth, know nothing about how my own father treated me. His own child.

"What happened to him" I asked, composing my mind.

"He had been suffering from those heart blockages...." Her chest heaved a heavy sigh before she continued.
"You won't believe what a foody person he was" she added with a slight chuckle. Her eyes gleamed reminiscing her past days she had spent with her husbands, that's quite evident...
"I should have had restricted him from eating so much, those dishes rich with oil and spices" she quietly muttered. Her eyes still at her husband's picture, as if she is talking to him instead of me.

"You know what...." She persisted. Before I put my hand on her shoulder for consolation she immediately turned to me. A groofy smile appeared on her lips. My eyes knitted at her mischievous gaze over me.

"Don't be so easy always....
Sometimes Let him work hard to get you....these men I'm telling you. They are all Assholes " She whispered and then burst in laughter throwing her head backward. First my brain couldn't comprehend her words, I stared at her like a puzzled ghost, later I did get it what she mean.

My eyes gleamed looking at her beautiful eyes, they have turned gleeful pushing away the remorseful sight there was a minute before.

I joined to her laugher. Later she got off and led me to my room upstairs.

"Hello!" I answered, pressed the cellphone on my ear. Sweta Aunty left showing me the room. I liked the room. It's not so big nor so small, just too perfect.
The door was opened, I walked inside, saw my backpack sitting on the bed. Neil must have kept it here. Where is he! I glanced around. I was interrupted by Nonna, her caller ID dancing on my ph screen.

"How could you be so rude Avi!! Papa is calling you since an hour and you have not a minimum courtesy to call him back for once!" As soon as she heard me answered Nonna snapped over the call. I rolled my eyes boringly, exhaled harshly an exasperated sigh.

And I have been calling him since 25years what about that.....

"I was in flight, that's why I couldn't answer him..." I hastily retorted.

"Flight!!! Is there any outdoor shoot you are traveling for....." Her tone pushed away the peeve and changed into queries.

"Nope I'm in Neil's place....I'm in his home town..." And I wish I wouldn't have Come. Unlucky me. Hell he is irked at me.

"Arjun's house...." She chirped and I scowled fighting away my resentment not to explode out on her.

"Yes. To celebrate 31st December" I coldly answered, walked to my back pack, bent to it and pulled the zipper down, opened it.

"You don't think you should bring him someday to meet this charming lady...." I don't need to see how cheeky she is smiling right now.

"Trust me you don't need to meet that Kabir Singh" my muttered those words gritting my teeth, my hands stopped taking those clothes out, that I decided to put on next. I straightened up my back, gripped the device tighter on my ear. My cheeks flustered, recollected the behaviour he threw during the drive to his home.

"What Kabir Sign....Avi your comic timing sometimes flabbergast me" she laughed out so loud my ear drums ached. I pulled the device away my ear. What the hell with Nonna! My teeth gritted.

"If you have done with your fan crushing over my boyfriend then can I cut the call and make a call for Ashish Mehta" I sounded careless but immediately got snapped by my granny.

"Avi he is your father.....stop throwing venom all the time for him....he really miss you" who the hell dying to hear for that!

"Ooh c'mon Nonna you know the truth more than I know it" my eyes wrinkled, my words threw abhorrence.

"Avi...you..."

"I'll be calling you before dinner...bye....love you" I didn't let her complete.

"......Love you too......." She sighed in defeat, replied me love. I cut the call.

"Who's that...." The voice caused whirled my head behind, I looked up. He is at the door. I turned my face back to straight. Now what he is doing here!

"That I'm saying love you!!" I let out a scornful chuckle.
I won't dare to say it to a man I guess. Not after today.

"It's Nonna" I replied expressionlessly.

"Oohh....." He blew out a sigh, threw the word. Shoving his hands in his jeans pockets he walked inside and stopped at the spot a feet or two away me. I glanced angling my gaze and pulled them back quickly. I heard the door lock sound behind.
I won't react. I won't react.

"Do you want something....Mom ask...if you need anything..." He hesitated speaking behind me. When I didn't respond
his head slightly leaned to the side to get a view of my face closer.

"Nothing....everything is just too convenient" I said shortly, avoided getting into any eye contact with him.

"Avni...." He called out, his voice closer to my face. My heart skipped in response to his arms when they wrapped me from behind, passed over my elbows. He caged my arms in between his. My chest hitched.

"I'm sorry...." He cooed in my hair. His breath blew hair over my neck. I gasped.

"For what!" I dared to ask.

"For being an asshole...." His voice surrendered.

"Being!
You are actually that" I meant, let out a light chuckle. How much I get mad at him, everytime I end up being the same. I just can keep my temper steady around him, it liquifies with a blink.

"Yup....I know..." He put his chin on my shoulder and I rolled my eyes.

"That's why I'm saying you. Sorry" he pressed his nose to my cheek.
How could I focus on something else when he do this things!

"Hummm...." I heaved a sigh, my eyes lowered.

"What humm...." He pulled away his face my shoulder, looked at me. I pressed my lips not to smile but my cheeks have already betrayed.

"You were supposed to be kissing me..." His voice whispering, hoarse in desire, his drowsy eyes on my lips. How could a person switch mood this quick. I pulled my face slightly backward, away him.

"For being asshole!!" I chuckled.

"Bachha.." he warned.

"Stop calling me that..." I snapped, looked away.

"You like it... don't you!!" He brought back his face closer me, nuzzled his nose gently over the side of my neck. I shivered. He should stop doing these things when we are talking.

"I don't,Who told you that!" I tried not to be effected but my breath raised.

"I know baby...you like it..." Whispering his lips moved to my jaws, his hands slipped in between my arms and now they started doing patterns over my waist. I sucked a sharp breath, my back leaned to his chest. I felt the entire zoo inside my stomach.

"Neil.....Your Mom is downstairs....she could...." My uneven breath couldn't let me complete the sentence, my chest is heavy, my eyes rolled closing by the pleasure his lips giving over my skin. My mind confiscated, I can't focus on anything around.

"She isn't a dumbo, like you are....she knows this is not the time to disturb two...." His raspy breath fall over my cleavage. I moaned, my breath erratic.

"Two!!!" I somehow utter the word, opened my eyes, ranting I caught the breath, faced him. I so wanted him to put the last word he supposed to and complete the sentence, that he left incomplete. My heart began to thump, I waited for him to resume.
His hands got numb over my stomach, his eyes startled, stayed still for few seconds, studied me before it immediately returned back to the state they were into. A smirk appeared on his lips and I sighed defeatedly.

"You talk too much baby...." His voice found back its desire and he moved to my lips. As always in response to his tempting assaults I lost my voice staring at his mouth. He took the opportunity and pressed his lips with mine. A soft moan slipped out my mouth, I felt he chuckled sucking my mouth. Crap.

My mind was nowhere except him. My body slacken giving in. My hands reached to his hair, that made him more deepening the kiss. His one hand on my stomach and the other one advanced upward to my shoulder, went around my neck to get a hold of my face. While kissing his fingers moved gently, sensuously around my jaws.
My rage, annoyance, all vanished in a thin layer of this make out session, he has created for me.
This is amazing, nerve palpitating, my body has never experienced this kind of effect inside it before.

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The next part will be updated soon.

Love you all.

MoN.