Chapitre 36: 30. Kabab me Haddi
Just as things were escalating between us, the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open echoed through the room. Bua and I froze, our eyes widening in alarm. In an instant, the heat of the moment was replaced by panic.
A rush of adrenaline surged through us as we quickly backed away from each other, knowing we had to correct ourselves before anyone walked in.
'Can't let them find, not now at least.'
We had enough time to adjust our clothes and regain our composure. Bua straightened her saree, her breath quickening as she tried to mask her flustered state. I smoothed my shirt, taking a moment to steady my heartbeat.
The footsteps grew louder, and we exchanged a fleeting glance, both aware of the precariousness of the situation.
Just as I was about to say something to ease the tension, the door swung open, revealing Uncle, looking somewhat surprised to see us together.
We both quickly put on neutral expressions, masking the chaos of emotions that had just unfolded.
"Oh, You arrived earlier than I expected."
Uncle said, sensing the charged atmosphere between us. But he didn't think too much about it.
"Nothing, just discussing which one of your daughters will be marrying me"
I replied, voice steady.
"Yes."
She nodded in agreement, maintaining a calm facade.
Uncle seemed satisfied with our response but remained observant. The moment had passed, but the fire between Bua and me still simmered beneath the surface, ready to ignite again at the first opportunity.
....
Uncle crossing his arms as he studied us closely. With a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"Have you two come to a conclusion? Which one you will be marrying."
I exchanged a glance with Bua, who was still trying to regain her composure. Her eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and intrigue, making it clear that our earlier tension hadn't dissipated entirely.
"Not yet, but I'm sure we'll figure it out soon," I said smoothly, suppressing a smirk. "I want to make sure I choose the right fit for me."
"Choosing a bride is an important matter,"
Bua replied, her voice serious.
"You should take your time to ensure it's the right decision."
"Of course,"
I said, maintaining my facade.
"I wouldn't rush something as significant as marriage."
Uncle nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. He stepped further into the room, creating a physical barrier between Bua and me. "Well, I hope you'll keep me in the loop. I want what's best for my daughters."
'Saying the one who cheats on his wife."
"Absolutely, Uncle," I replied, keeping my tone respectful.
Bua shot me a quick glance, her eyes still sparkling with the remnants of our earlier moment. I could sense her agitation, the way she bit her lip in anticipation.
"Let me introduce you to our family."
Uncle suggested, turning to leave.
"You can spend some time with both of them, making your choice faster."
As Uncle walked out, I seized the moment. I stepped closer to Bua, closing the distance between us, and before she could react, I kissed her. The kiss was brief but electric, igniting the tension that still lingered in the air.
"I'll be back," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, before pulling away and stepping back.
Bua looked momentarily stunned, her breath catching as the implications of our encounter settled in. I turned, joining Uncle, leaving behind the promise of what was yet to come.
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As Uncle guided me through the spacious hallways of the estate, I could feel Bua's lingering presence in my mind. The kiss we shared ignited a fire that refused to dim, and I knew this was only the beginning.
"Dev," Uncle said, breaking my reverie as we entered the elegantly furnished living room.
"Wait a moment, let me call them."
I nodded, feigning enthusiasm as I glanced around the room.
Uncle called for his daughters, and other family members soon enough, they appeared.
3 beautiful girls each one with a stunning beauty. I couldn't help but admire the beauty before me, and can't forget about Milf Gaytri,
they were truly captivating, and my heart raced at the thought of having them.
"Dev, these are my daughters Prameela and Sashi,"
Uncle introduced, beaming with pride. "Girls, this is Dev, the businessman I told you about."
"Nice to meet you, Dev,"
they chorused, their voices sweet and melodic.
"Likewise," I replied, offering a charming smile. While doing a handshake.
'Harem Mark'
Prameela, the elder, had a warm demeanor and a genuine smile that could light up any room. Sashi, on the other hand, carried an air of mischief, her playful glances hinting at a deeper intrigue. Both were lovely, but I could sense both are susceptible to my charm.
"So, Dev," Prameela began, her curiosity evident,
"what brings you to our family?"
I leaned in slightly, adopting a casual yet alluring tone. "I'm here to find the right partner for myself, and your father has spoken highly of you both."
"But I don't want to marry now."
Sashi and Prameela both says in unison
...
The room filled with awkward silence after the sisters' declaration, leaving Uncle looking perplexed. He clearly hadn't anticipated this. Uncle's smile faltered, his brows knitting together in concern.
"Oh, girls, you must be joking. We've already discussed this," Uncle said, trying to brush it off, but the girls exchanged glances, clearly not in agreement.
I couldn't help but find the situation amusing. While Uncle was preoccupied with his daughters' reluctance, I saw an opportunity to subtly turn the conversation in my favor.
"Well, I respect that,"
I said, stepping in smoothly.
"Marriage is a big decision, and no one should rush into it."
Prameela and Sashi looked at each other, a hint of relief passing between them, while Uncle sighed, clearly frustrated by the unexpected resistance.
But his frustration was the least of my concerns. The momentary lull gave me a chance to shift the attention back to me, ensuring that despite their objections, I would remain at the center of this dynamic.
"You see, Uncle,"
I continued, my voice calm and reassuring but for him it was like a Devil's Whisper,
"what's important is that everyone feels comfortable with the decision. And maybe, spending more time together will help us all figure out what we want."
Uncle nodded slowly, though his nervousness can't be hide. He turned to his daughters, his tone softening.
"Well, girls, at least give Dev a chance. You don't have to decide anything today, but let's see where things go. Maybe you'll change your minds."
Prameela smiled softly, though it was clear she still wasn't entirely convinced. Sashi, on the other hand, shot me a playful glance, her mischief bubbling just beneath the surface.
"Alright," Sashi finally said, her voice teasing. "We'll see."
Prameela nodded in agreement, though less enthusiastic, and the tension in the room eased slightly. .
Uncle, eager to move the conversation forward, clapped his hands together.
"Good, good! Now, let's all have lunch together. Dev, you'll get to know the girls better."
As the family moved toward the dining area, I allowed myself a small, knowing smile.
Bua passed by me as we walked, her fingers briefly grazing mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. She didn't look at me, but the gesture said more than words ever could. The fire still burned, and sooner or later, it would be consumed by me.
'Heheheh.'
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To be Continued
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