Wrapped around your little finger (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11

Aarav's POV:

"Hii Aarav"

I turned at her and the very next second a deep pang twisted my heart...

Her eyes were bursting out strong hatred while her voice was as cold as water

My heart turned sour and tears were almost to escape my eyes but as Bhabhi was present there I managed to hold back those tears of the pain of mine and without having further eye contact I went to the dining table and took a seat and that's when Bhai entered the frame and the hatred in her eyes was replaced with some positive emotion

And for the first time ever in my life, I felt jealous of Bhai...

Why can't I see the same positive emotion in her eyes for me??

Am I that bad??

Don't I deserve her love??

While bowing my head I was swallowing my tears "Arjun you sit..I'll make coffee for you" she said excitedly clapping her hands.

And she was ready to start her drama...but I was quick enough to cut her wings and instantly retorted back

"No thank you Deepali...you are our guest after all...and we won't allow our guest to work...this is what Maa Baba taught us...so please don't bother yourself for the things you don't even belong to" I confidently smirked at her and added further

"And for your kind information...Bhai doesn't like coffee...his day starts with a strong cup of tea...and that too made by his beloved wife" to put in the fuel to her burning eyes I pressed the word WIFE but the intention behind those words was only CARE...

She was weak...she needed rest

While she was shooting daggers at me Bhai tried to cool down the temperature heated up at the table
"He is right Deepali...you should rest...your body is too fragile"

"Arjun... it's Deepu for you...call me Deepu na" she exclaimed with an extremely disgusting pout on her face.

And I so wanted to dump her face in the flour and paint her lips with red watercolour as I used to do in childhood and turn her into a white witch...

Imagine my witch with long bum length hair...no no not bum length...back then she had waist-length hair...

So her waist-length hair  left open... wearing a white sack with a white face...thick and broad layer of  black kajal under her thin almond-shaped eyes... blood red smudged lips...long sharp duplicate nails and her strong close-up Dracula teeth put out for exhibition

Scary yet funny right...

That was my little witch's costume for the fancy dress competition...

And guess what...the way I dressed her like a real witch...she won the first price... of course a part of the credit goes to her awesome acting too...but I was the one who decked her up as a scary witch...

And around such negativity her funny witch look made the corners of my lips move a bit up...

But then coming back to the reality within a lightning speed her hatred gave a flame to my burning anger...

"I want to make something for you" she spoke again while I was clenching my fists making an effort to suppress the inner volcano that was eager to burst out burning everything and everyone in front of me

"Ok...if you are wishing to do...then you can make it" Bhai said

The moment Deepali rushed to the kitchen slab...slapping my palms on the table making a loud thud sound enough to be audible to someone I stood up abruptly and ran fingers through my hair.