A day of surprises - 4

As Raghav Ji places the bottle back in its spot, he turns towards me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Seeing my face still flushed from the burning sensation of the ****, he can't seem to control himself. Leaning in closer, he plants a quick, unexpected kiss on my lips.

I'm caught off guard, feeling my cheeks flush even deeper at his bold move. It's one thing to engage in flirtatious banter, but the physical contact sends a jolt through me.

That's when reality hits me. I glance up, noticing Amir in the front seat, his eyes locked on the rearview mirror. He must have witnessed the entire exchange between Raghav Ji and me.

Panic grips me as I silently whisper to Raghav Ji, "Bhai Saab, Amir must be listening to us from the front. He knows about our affair. What if he blabs?"

Raghav Ji chuckles, the sound deep and infectious.

"Amir Madam Ji is asking if you will gossip about what you hear or see," Raghav Ji calls out, his voice laced with amusement.

Amir, clearly taken aback by the question, stammers out a response, "Of course not, Sir Ji. I know how to keep my mouth shut."

I look at Raghav Ji with a mix of fury and shame, unable to believe what he just did. But Raghav Ji decides to ignore my gaze and shame, laughing it off as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke.

"See, Bhabhi Ji," he says with an air of smug satisfaction. "It seems it was the right decision for me to give him this job."

I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but I **** myself to look away from him. Turning my attention back to my phone, I try to distract myself from the uncomfortable situation we're in. Raghav Ji follows suit, focusing on his own phone as the car continues to navigate through the bustling streets of the city.

An uneasy silence hangs in the air between us, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional noise from outside.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the car comes to a stop in front of my house. Amir quickly exits the vehicle and opens the door for us, his eyes briefly meeting mine before averting his gaze. I step out of the car, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I hurry towards the main door.

But just as I'm about to reach safety, I hear Raghav Ji's voice calling out from behind me. Turning around, I see him smiling mischievously at Amir, who's standing by the car door.

"Amir," Raghav Ji says with a chuckle. "You must be hungry. Come today; I will treat you to Madam Ji's cooking."

I'm shocked when I hear Raghav Ji's unexpected invitation to Amir, turning around quickly to protest. But then I pause, thinking that it might not be such a big deal after all. Keeping quiet, I lead the way inside, with Amir following hesitantly behind us.

Inside, Amir follows Raghav Ji to the living room while I head straight for my bedroom, deciding to change into something more comfortable. Normally, I would have opted for a simple T-shirt and shorts, but considering Amir's presence, I choose a Kurti and leggings instead.

Once changed, I make my way to the kitchen, deciding to prepare some simple dishes for our impromptu guest. As I start gathering ingredients and utensils, I can't help but wonder why Raghav Ji extended the invitation to Amir without even asking me first.

The thought lingers in my mind as I begin chopping vegetables and measuring out spices, my hands moving through the familiar motions of cooking.

As the three of us settle around the dining table, Amir tries to sit as far away as possible, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. But Raghav Ji just laughs, waving his hand dismissively and telling Amir to sit closer.

Throughout the meal, I can't help but notice how Amir seems to relax more and more, his initial shyness fading away. It dawns on me that his earlier reserved behavior was likely due to nerves rather than his actual personality.

Raghav Ji engages Amir in conversation, asking about his family. Amir reveals that he only has one elder sister and a widowed mother. I listen quietly as they chat.

To my surprise, I catch Amir stealing glances at me too, his eyes lingering on my face and body when he thinks no one is paying attention. I blush slightly, wondering what he's thinking. Raghav Ji notices the exchange and gives me a knowing smile, clearly amused by the whole situation.

Just as I'm about to serve dessert, the doorbell rings, interrupting the comfortable silence. Raghav Ji orders Amir to answer the door, and the young man returns moments later with two bottles of ****.

I can't help but glare at Raghav Ji as he takes one of the **** bottles from Amir's hands with a smile. My annoyance only grows when he turns to Amir and asks if he's ever had a drink before.

"Yes sir, I do drink sometimes with friends," Amir replies, looking slightly nervous.

Raghav Ji laughs, "Perfect." Then he turns to me, "Bhabhi Ji, can you bring some snacks?"

I'm clearly not in the mood and somewhat frustrated by his actions. Through gritted teeth, I say, "Bhai Saab, if you want snacks, then go get them yourself." With that, I turn and head back to the sofa, plopping down with a huff.

Seeing my sour mood, Raghav Ji turns to Amir and tells him to follow him out of the room. They disappear for a few minutes before returning with glasses and some packets of dry snacks.

As Amir prepares the drinks, Raghav Ji sets up some light music. I had refused his earlier invitation to join, still glaring at him from my spot on the couch. Amir hands Raghav Ji a glass, and he saunters over to sit right beside me.

I try to shift away, but Raghav Ji's hand shoots out, pulling me back toward him. He leans in close, his breath hot on my ear as he says, "Bhabhi, you look hotter when you're angry."

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, realizing that Amir can clearly hear him. I weakly try to push Raghav Ji away, but his grip on me tightens. He brings his glass up near my face, urging, "Come on, Bhabhi Ji, take a sip. I promise, it'll be easier this time."

Feeling trapped, I reluctantly take a small sip of the drink he's offering. To my surprise, it doesn't have the same hot, bitter taste from before. Raghav Ji laughs, clearly amused by my reaction. "See? I told you it grows on you."