Taming The Casanova

Chapter 19

Manyata's POV

Uncle and aunty had gone back to Delhi as there were still 15 days left for the wedding.

Damini, Swati and I went shopping again as we needed more dresses. Damini did not like anything as

her wedding dress. She wanted something very light yet elegant. We saw hundreds of operations but

didn't like them. She was getting restless.

" Damini, I have another option. I have a friend, who is a fashion designer. His designs are famous all

over India and he designed clothes for top models and film stars too. If You want, I can ask him to send

his designs. If you like any of them we can get them. "

" Wow!!! Nothing like it. Call him, please. " Swati and Damini both got very excited.

Swati also wanted one, so I called Mohit. He was happy to hear my voice. I told him that we wanted

some dresses for the wedding along with the bridal lehenga. He said he would send the pictures right

away.

Within 10 minutes he sent many pictures of various designs. They were clicked by me only and Damini

loved three of them one for the wedding and 2 for various functions. Swati and I also selected ours.

We selected the designs and sent their pictures back.

Mohit called up again and said that he would send all those designs for trial. We all were very excited.

The next day two men came with all the designs along with some gowns and other dresses and we

tried them. They were perfect.. we got our dresses, gowns and lehenga.

They took all of them for minor detailing and the fittings. Damini was so excited.

One male model was requesting me to click his portfolio as he had to apply for something. I told him

that It was not possible as I was in Chandigarh and didn't even have all my things with me. But he kept

requesting me and said that he would arrange everything for me and wanted at least a few pictures

urgently. Finally, I agreed to do it. It was In a week.

We all were busy in our own work. Swati and I were also practising some dances as we were about to

perform in the sangeet function. Every day we tried something new as Swati wanted to try them.

Samar ji had almost every meal with us. I was sure that he liked Swati, as he looks at her rather

lovingly. Swati also seemed to notice his attention towards herself.

I saw her blushing a bit when he praised her for something she had prepared.

I met that male model and clicked his pictures. He had arranged for the studio, where everything was

available in Chandigarh only. I was relaxed after that.

Sahil was behaving weirdly. He was edgier lately. I could see the difference in Sahil's behaviour..... He

was trying to get close to me. But I was not even looking at him. He was looking somewhat lost, angry Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

and confused.

Next day was a holiday, and some of Sahil and Samar ji's friends planned to come home in the

evening. They called up Sahil that they were coming. They wanted to help if we needed it.

Sahil told all of us. Swati and I prepared some snacks and Samar got a few things ordered from his

favourite restaurant.

Swati and I prepared Chinese and Italian food. We prepared Pasta, burrito, salsa dip, nachos, chilli

garlic Hakka noodles, veg Manchurian and fried rice.

Samar Ji ordered pizza, garlic bread Honey chilli potato, cold drinks, tiramisu and ice-cream from his

favourite multi-cuisine restaurant.

There were some boys and a few girls. They all made lots of noise with loud music and danced. They

wanted us to join and Samar Ji pulled us to the party.

Samar Ji danced with both of us. While Satan glared at him. He looked as if he was not interested in

the party as he was not enjoying it at all.

Girls were flirting with Sahil but he was looking a bit uncomfortable.

Satan ?? Uncomfortable in the presence of girls and that too when they were flirting with him.

But couldn't those girls see that he was not interested and leave him alone.

We served the snacks and Samar Ji helped us. Everyone enjoyed the food and Samar Ji told everyone

that most of the things were made by us. Everyone appreciated our culinary skills.

The music was still on and one of their friends, came and asked me to dance with him and his friend

asked Swati. I didn't want to dance so I refused and Swati was about to say something when Samar Ji

said, " Oh god!! What about desserts ?? Come Swati and Manu, we need to serve them. "

All three of us came to the dining room. Just than Sahil came in.

" What was that?? " he roared

" What bhai??" Swati asked him.

" Why are you getting so involved with them? Are they your friends? " he asked in the angry tone.

" But Bhai, we have a party at home so we joined. They asked us to join. "

" Sahil, why are you getting so hyper? What is the problem? We know them right? " Samar Ji said.

' Yes, that is the problem... We know them. " Sahil glared at him.

" But we both were there.. we could take care. " Samar Ji said.

" Why did you have to tell them, that they made the snacks? " He said to Samar Ji.

" So what?? They both are preparing the snacks for hours, don't you think that it should be

appreciated?? What is wrong with you Sahil ??" Samar Ji asked.

" Do I ever come and get involved when you are with your friends? Why do you need to party with my

friends?" He was angry with Swati now.

Sagar Ji and Damini also came out of the room as they were working in the next room.

" Swati just go back to your room, please. No need to go there again. " He said in a higher voice. Sagar

Ji and Samar Ji tried to calm him but he was annoyed.....

Swati and I went to our room. Swati was hurt and she started crying. Sagar Ji and Damini came to

pacify her.

She was fine and we both went to the market to do more shopping to uplift her mood.

When we came back, Mr Satan was waiting for us. He looked troubled and embarrassed.

" Where were you sweetie? " he said looking at her.

But Swati didn't even look at him and started going towards our room.

" I am sorry sweetie. Please " he said to Swati.

" My name is not sweetie and I don't want to talk to you. "

" Sorry yaar... Please talk to me. I was upset about something else and just got annoyed with you...

Sorry. "

" No, leave me, you were so rude. " she tried to get her hand out of his grip.

" Ok, I will take you out for shopping and you can get whatever you want. "

" No... Get lost... Go and be with your friends. " Swati said.

" I want to go with you... Please. I am sorry, I didn't want them to flirt with you. I know them...Trust me

they are not good. They are... "

" Just like you. Flirting with anything in a skirt. If you are not comfortable with them being around your

sister, then why are they your friends? " Swati said and went inside. Sahil kept standing there with his

eyes closed.

I felt bad for him as I know exactly how was he feeling. He didn't want men to flirt with his sister. So he

reacted in such a manner.

I went to our room and saw Swati sobbing. I hugged her and asked her to forget about it as he was just

being a protective elder brother.

She nodded and just then there was a knock on the door and he walked in.

He sat on his knees in front of Swati and held his ears just like a schoolboy who was given a

punishment to kneel for being mischievous.

He was looking so cute saying sorry like that. I tried really hard to hide a smile and succeeded. Swati

could not control it she giggled and hugged him.