Felice was standing outside, holding a glass of alcohol in her left hand in the balcony of a large room. And suddenly, two mighty hands wrapped around her waist and he kissed her neck from behind.
"Aryan.. Stop baby.." She laughed and pushed him away and walked into the room.
"Sweetheart.. you can't escape from me.." He said with a pleasant smile. Felice drank all the alcohol in the glass and sighed.And she glared at aryan in half opened eyes.
He was an handsome young man at his early twentyfive. Love burns out in his eyes. And the fact that it was for her, made her insane. She walked toward him with her tired feet moving back and forth. Suddenly she slipped and fell to his chest. She pressed her head more and relaxed a little. Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him with a dizzy smile.
"Do you know this Mr. Aryan khanna..? Whoever looks at you will fall in love with you. For that, God has given you so much money and charm."
"What about you?" Aryan asked with a loaded smile.
"Me..?" She laughed and tried to stand back. Soon then he pulled her back and kissed her on her lips.
"I don't need an answer. I just want you to know that the only person I love is you." He uttered to feliz who was shocked and intoxicated by his act.
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Abhay khanna stopped his car suspiciously in front of the high gate. He read the large letters encrypted on it "Peace Mansion." It was the house name. He thought for a few moments about whether to go inside or not. He then raised his hand and called the watchman.
"Is there your Bada saab inside?" Abhay asked.
"No sir, Bada Saab has gone to Delhi for some" work." Abhay was relieved hearing that. He dared to come here but doesn't want to encounter his father.
"Is there Aryan saab inside?" Abhay asked again.
"Yes sir" watch man replied and opened the gate for him. His car quickly crossed the Mansion Gate and stood in the courtyard. He went down and rang the bell of the mansion.
Hearing the noise, Aryan and Felice looked at each other in panic. When there was no response, Abhay was going to rang it again. But before that Aryan managed to open the door for him.
"Brother... " Aryan hugged him very happily.
Abhay rubbed his shoulders affectionately and set him back.
"You said, you wanted to study music and art. And just ran from there. And since then, we haven't heard any news of you. Why?" Abhay asked while entered the hall with him.
"I was really busy brother.." Aryan replied with a quivering voice.
"Oh yes.. Bike racing, girl chasing and drinking.. is that so..?" Abhay sat on the sofa in the middle of the big hall. And glared at him for an explanation.
"No brother... " Aryan was struggling with words. He couldn't find any excuses to calm down his brother. To his surprise, Abhay started smiling.
"I know Aryan.. i know everything. I let you fly but the string is still in my hands." Abhay showed his palm to aryan and grinned that summoned the dimple below his one eye. Aryan remained silent and smiled without warmth.
By that time Abhay was pouring water from the mug to the glass on the table in front of him.
"May I bring you tea?" Asked aryan. While drinking water Abhay gestured for him not to. And instructed him to sit down. Aryan looked up at him with a restless face.
"What happened? Didn't you appreciate that I came?" Abhay asked staring around.
"No.. what kind of question is that brother?" Aryan sat next to him with a glint of humour in his eyes. "In fact, i wish both you and dad to always be with me." This time Abhay was silent.
"And" Aryan continued. "why should you buy another home when we have our family mansion here."
"Leave this topic Aryan." Abhay answered tersely and gave an angry glance.
"Okey then, tell me how is grandpa?" Aryan changed the topic at one instant.
"You even want me to come from US to know about your grandpa?" Asked Abhay in a furious tone. Aryan realised his mistake. He just wanted to change one awkward topic to another. But instead he dig his own grave asking about grandpa like this.
"I mean.." Aryan couldn't gather his words to find a good excuse.
"And you little brat.. you didn't call mom? Didn't even attend her calls?" Abhay said in a voice that sounded stricken.
Aryan tried to remember his last chat with his Mom. He started counting on his fingers and replied excitedly. "Only two weeks"
"One month and four days" Abhay corrected his argument and got up from his seat. Aryan jumped from his seat following him. Abhay stood silent for a while, as if in thought and finally turned to Aryan.
"I know Aryan. You are busy.. But we must make time for those who love us..."
"I know.. i am sorry bro.. it's my fault.. i will call her today itself.." said Aryan in his calm voice.
"And you should visit grand pa also.." Abhay added. Aryan nodded his head and agreed.
"Aryan... Together or not, we are a family.. do not forget that" Aryan nodded his head again. Abhay smiled and patted his on the shoulder.
"Okey, i am leaving now.. see you.." Abhay left the mansion after embracing aryan again.
Aryan waited until Abhay took his car and exited the gate. He was relieved that his little secret didn't get exposed in front of his brother. He sighed deeply and closed the door.
He rushed back to his room and found Felice lying unconscious on his sofa. He realized that the intoxication of alcohol had put her in a deep sleep. She was still mumbling weird things.
He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed.
He untied her slippers and threw it on the floor. And covered her with his woollen blanket. Aryan sat beside her and patted her head very slowly. He found her adorable and it made him smile.
"Good night sweetheart.." He kissed her forehead and smiled once again.