His Ibadat ||18+
Chapter 1 // Let's wait

"Agni bhaiya aate hi honge. Jaldi karo!" old feminine voice echoed

through the spacious kitchen.

Hearing her words, staff workers shuddered and moved their hands to cook and prepare breakfast as fast as they can.

Carrying the jar of freshly

squeezed juice, Ghuni walked towards dining in angaan in fast pace.

"Abee bhaiya aata hi honge jaldi karo saalo" Moksh said angrily to

the lady.

"Aree aaram se kavi..kahi

naazuk se paao na mudd jayen tumhare" Moksh's younger brother Ayan said to Ghuni,drawing his lustful greedy gaze on her saree covered body and ran from their sensing the

bad gaze of Ayan on her.

She didn't correct her name, she knew that must be name of a new girl he spent last night with.

Moksh rolled his eyes at his

brother antics. He is eyeing a 19 year old girl like a meat that too in front of his own wife, who was cleaning the mandir with her jethani after morning Pooja.

Not like he could do anything to his beloved younger brother.

"Hari om..Hari om.. " The chant resonated taking the attention of both brothers towards their mother.

Cladded in a banarasi expensive yellow saree, she descended the stairs.

"Good morning Maa" Moksh said lovingly to her mother.

"Hatto yaha se, subha subha

angreji chalu ho gayi tumhari"

Sarita scolded her elder son for

using English greetings.

Moksh ignored her scolds with a

smile on his face. Ayan made her

way and put his arm around her

mother lovingly.

"Pranam maa" he said too sweetly to his mother.

"Pranam pranam beta. Kal raat kahan rahe Gaye the tum. Neema intezar kar rhi thi tumahara."

Sarita said while all three of them made their way to their dining.

"Aree maa.. Nayi raat Naya

Nasha. Or waise bhi ek hi toh

zindagi hai. Aap meri fikar na kara ke." Ayan replied to her mother,skillfully ignoring his wife's mention.

"Kon sa nasha karto ho re tum.Haye rama re rama." Her mother tensed and asked him.

"Masumiyat ka nasha maa." He replied.

"Jismo ka." Moksh whispered.

Ayan glared at his brother as heheard what he said under his breath.

"Hari om." the male voice echoed cutting through the discussion of three.

They saw the elder man taking his seat beside Sarita as rightfully his. Madhav, Sarita's husband greeted them and got indulge in his thoughts.

He never liked to talk much because of his low energy and left hand paralysis, he choose to remain silent.

The brides of haveli - Palak, wife of Moksh and Neema, wife of Ayan, carried the food delicacies from kitchen to dining, assisting

With the talks of villages, soon everyone settled on dining,expect the brides. They were strictly directed to eat after feeding their husbands by their mother in law on the very firstday of marriage.

No one touched the food and waited for the prime to arrive.

8'o clock ticked off to 8:30 am.

8:30 am ticked off to 9:00 am.

9:00 am ticked off to 9:30 am.

Still the head chair remained vacant.

With a lot of courage, Moksh dialed the number on his cell but fortunate for him, no one answered.

Heaving a sigh, They waited for few more minutes.

Neema and Palak were standing behind the chairs of their husband, head covered with dupatta. They were waiting for their jethji and eldest son of haveli to arrive.

Looks of their faces were rather calm than chaotic. They were delighted that he was arriving today.

Ho bhi kyu na, he never treated them like dirt like their husbands did.

And one stare of him for enough for the men of house to behave nicely with them.

A minute smile made its way on Neema face as she heard the shrill ringtone of Moksh's cell.

Ayan side eyed and noticed it.

"Yes Neil?" Moksh answered hiscall.

"Yeah. Hmm. "

"Ohhh? okay. It's okay it's fine."

Ending the call he sighed, earning eyes on him.

"Agni bhaiya gaon aa gaye hai par...woh kisi kaam se gaye hai, Goan ke dakshin ki taraf." He detailed to everyone present their.

Elders of house sighed in disappointment.

Workers of house, standing at the doorway of kitchen sighed in relief.

Brides of haveli clasped their hands own hands together and ducked their face down in in sorrow.

"Lo jii. Raja ji toh apni praja se milne gaye hai." Ayan snickered and commented with utter anger and jealously in his eyes.

"Ayan" moksh said warning his brother for his own good.

Standing abruptly from chair,he punched the table in front decorated with food.

"Ahhh" Neema's mouth left a painful voice as the leg of chair got pushed in her foot.

She clutched the back of chair to remove it but alas Ayan clutched it before her and intentionally pushed it more into her foot.

Neema teared up with the pain.

But no one helped her.

"Toh aur kya bolu mai! Itni der se intezar kar rahe hai uss kamine ka! MLA ban gaya hai toh kya samjhta hai khud ko woh!"

Ayan screamed his frustration out while pushing the chair more in her wife's foot.

"Abee Chup kar!"

Neema lips sealed her cries as Ayan screamed on her.

She knew he was punishing her for smiling on the news of his arrival.

Ayan walked out of haveli, before anyone could say anything to him.

They ignored his walk out and have the breakfast.

It was routine for them as Ayan despised the eldest son of haveli.

Ayan felt he deserved everything that the eldest son have.

The power, politics, money, looks, respect but he couldn't have.

In afternoon:

"Agni bhaiya aate toh yeh sab Naa hota"

Neema said through her painful voice.

Palak hummed in agreement and applied the lep on her red bruise.

Both of them were disheartened but were expecting this.

In past, Many times he said to join everyone in haveli but even after months passed by he never would show a glimpse of himself.

The day turned into night, as clock didn't wait for anyone's arrival but people did.

But

Eclipse of their lives were going to change soon. Maybe for the good or for worse.

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