This is...... Awkward!!!

We all sat silently on the dining table as both the brothers were glaring at eachother like spitting fire from thier eyes while Taha and I are exchanging glances silently telling eachother to run before we get burned too.
Oh God! This is soo nerve-wracking like a silence before the storm.

Am I scared?

Yep! Definately!

"I'll make some tea and bring some more breakfast." I quickly said getting up.

"And... I'll help you in that sis." Taha said taking it as an opportunity to run.

"It's ok Rahina. I've already had breakfast." Uzair smiled at me.

"Don't call her by her name! She's your older brothers wife, call her Bhabhi." Ruzhaan warned him.

And....the glaring began again.

Taha gestured me to sneak away from there and we both turned slowly to run until...

"Sit back down both of you....before I get mad." Ruzhaan said authoritively and we both turned back sitting back down in our seats mechanically as if nothing happened.

"Now that you mention it.... Bhabhi I would love to taste the food from your hands. I still remember the taste of the food you used to make for me on our romantic getaways. It's still lingering on my tongue." Uzair said emphasising certain words making me mentally facepalm.

Ruzhaan scoffed.
"Romantic eh?"

I gulped as he glared at me

"I... I'll get you some." I ran to the kitchen.

"I'm coming to help." Taha ran after me.

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I placed the plate in from of him.

"Thankyou." He smiled sweetly and I instinctively smiled back and by mistake gazed at Ruzhaan only to find him glaring at us both with such murderous eyes that it made a shiver run down my spine.

"Umm... it's soo good!" He moaned
"...Better than I remember. I'd always dreamt of getting to eat the food made by your beautiful hands everyday as my wife but...." He looked at Ruzhaan disdainfully.
".... someone stole that opportunity from me. Oh well, if not that way than this way." He said continuing to eat.

"Did you wanted a wife or a private cook?" Ruzhaan snapped.

"Atleast I didn't wanted a toy!" Uzair retorted.

And....the glaring began again?!

Both the brothers in the same house.
Oh God!
What's gonna happen next?
How many thunders and storms do we have to see?
Especially poor me?!

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I was busy in the kitchen cooking lunch when...

"Hmm... smells nice."

I turned to see Uzair smiling at the door.

"Oh, just cooking some dal and rice. Nothing special." I replied sheepishly.

"Dal? I thought you'd make biryani for welcoming me." He pouted walking in.

"Um..." I laughed nervously
"How about I make it on Friday?"

"Sounds great!"

I went back to work while he looked around.
"No one here's to help you?"

"A maid comes for cleaning every morning. The cooking and all, I usually do it alone." I said.

"Wait?! What?! Don't tell me that so for the rest of the day, you're the only woman in this house full of men?!" He asked baffled.

"Um...yeah, I am." I answered awkwardly.

"Wow! Unbelievable!" He sounded mad.

"How do you survive surrounded by all these disgus...."

"They're not disgusting!" I cut him off
"They're all good people who respect me a lot as a woman. Please Uzair, if you don't know anything then don't say anything." I said a bit heatedly.

He was taken aback.

"I was just saying that because I'm worried about you." He cleared.

"I know...and I appreciate that. But, calling them names like that without knowing about them is also wrong na? All these men respect me a lot and never even raise thier gazes at me. And also, usually they don't live here. It's just Ruzhaan, Taha bhai and me in the house." I explained still unable to receive a satisfied expression from him.

"Still it's two men and one beautiful young woman. How can I trust you to be safe?!"

"There are 3 men now... including you. Looks like, my safety is even more in danger now?" I joked.

"Ouch! Ofcourse not Rahina. Infact, I'm here to protect you." He said dramatically making me laugh as he joined too.

"Hey, let me help you." He said pulling up his t-shirt sleeves.

"Um... didn't you once say you were a bad cook?" I asked amused.

"Ah! You remember that! I thought now that you're married to my brother you'd have forgotten....all about Us. So does that mean I can cling to the tiny hope that.... I still have a chance?"

I looked up at him baffled by his words. His eyes were soo sincere that... I just... couldn't look away or speak.

"No... I...uh... I didn't mean..it...Ouch!" I yelped wincing as my finger burned touching the edge of the hot pan.

"Careful!"

I was blowing at my burned fingers hissing through the pain when he hastily grabbed my hand into his gently and was blowing on it.

"I... it's ok." I said embarrassed.
But he didn't seem to listen to me and took my hand to the tap.

"That's why you shouldn't be alone here."

"It's ok...these kinda things are normal while cooking." I laughed nervously.

"What's going on here?!"

I flinched at Ruzhaan's authoritive voice. I was trying to take my hand back but Uzair held it tight.

"She's hurt! Thanks to you making her do all the work alone."

"No no... he never asked me to do any of it. I like doing it myself." I defended.

"Shut up! You think I need you to defend me?!" Ruzhaan glared at me.

I gasped and looked down biting my lip as his words hurted me.

"Don't yell at her! Being her husband you treat her soo harshly?!" Uzair yelled back.

Ruzhaan walked in and pulled my hand from his grip crushing it under his grip.
"She's my wife. I'll treat her anyway I want. And I don't want the likes of you to tell me to to take care of my wife."

I squirmed back seeing both men glaring at eachother and I tried to run but Ruzhaan gripped my hand even tighter making my eyes prick at the pain but I held it in. Soon, I was being dragged out.

As soon as we were out, I pulled my hand back and he turned to me angrily but suddenly his eyes softened when he watched me rubbing my aching hand. Seriously, the burn's pain was no where to be felt but the way he crushed my palm... it's pain was felt in my bones and...also my heart.

"I'll just put some toothpaste on it. I'll be fine!" I snapped looking away.

"We have some meds in my study."

"No need!" I said rudely.
"I can take care of myself." Saying that I walked past him to the bedroom without giving him a second glance.

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Now that Uzair was living with us, we both met a lot. Talking and laughing together. It felt nice. Seeing all those men fighting, using thier guns and weapons everyday.... instead of that, interacting with Uzair felt.... normal. Like I was back to my original life. With Ruzhaan on the other hand, I made sure to maintain our distance.

I found Ruzhaan in his study. He was up all night working on God knows what. What do these Mafia people even work? He's always surrounded by papers whenever I see him. It's not like they follow the law or anything. What are all these papers for?

Anyways, I thought of making some coffee for him. Where is everyone when I need them? So I had to go myself to give him the coffee. I was nervous and skeptical about seeing him. I'll just keep the coffee on the table and come out I thought.

I knocked at the door.

"Hmm"
He didn't look up.

I kept the tray on the table.
"Your coffee."

His eyes immediately shot up at me as if he was surprised to see him. Wow! He already has dark circles and he looks soo tired.

"Don't work soo hard. Take a nap or something." I couldn't help but say.

He smiled
"Are you worried about me?"

"No, I'm showing my humanity unlike someone." I snapped.

"Are you showing your humanity to Uzair too or is it... something more than that for him."

I bit my lip ignoring his question and turned to my heels. But as soon as I reached out, a strong grip grabbed my wrist and pushed me to the wall.

"What are...."
He silenced me slamming his lips on mine. My eyes widened and I tried to resist but completely trapped me making me unable to move a muscle. All I could do was give in to him as I was helplessly doing so a I closed my eyes retuning his passion.

Why does he make me feel like this for him?
Why does he make me feel soo weak?
Why does he make me crave for his touch?
Why do I get soo anxious when I don't see him or couldn't talk or fight with him?
Why? why? why?

Fucking WHY?!!

Passion burned us both like a raging fire as we were melting within eachother when we both hastily pulled back at the aerie sound of something falling behind us.

I felt like as if lightning hit me...

"U...Uz... Uzair?!"

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Oops! Uzair saw them while....ahem.

What now?

Next update on
Tuesday.