As soon as Dev entered the VIP section, he was met with glares from everyone. The whole squad looked ready to pounce on him, but he ignored them and walked straight toward Mayra.
She was sitting with her arms crossed, very visibly pissed, looking anywhere but at him. Dev took a deep breath and reached for her hand. "Mayra..." he said gently.
She finally turned to him, her eyes filled with pure rage. And before he could utter another word-SMACK!
Mayra's hand connected with his cheek so hard that even the bartender winced.
"You shameless, two-timing good-for-nothing man!" She yelled, her pregnancy hormones kicking in full force,"How dare you try to marry someone else when I'm sitting here, Carrying your child?".
"Mayra, baby let me expla-"
But before he could finish, Mayra Lunged at him, slapping and punching his chest repeatedly.
"Explain what, you cheating Scumbag? How you were going to put a Ring on Ananya's finger while I was over here craving panipuri and chocolate at 2AM?!."
Dev held up his hands in surrender."Baby Please, calm dow-! Okay, okay Stop hitting me!".
But mayra was not listening. The whole club had now turned into an arena, cheering for her.
"BEAT Him MAYRA!" Vivaan Shouted.
"Yes, Don't STOP!" Rohan added laughing.
Ananya, who had been watching with her arms crossed, suddenly picked up a wine bottle from the table and handed it to Mayra "Take this mayra khopdi phodde sale ka!"
Dev's eyes widened as he glared at ananya "Are you seriously encouraging this"?.
Mayra snatched the bottle from Ananya's hand and turned to dev, "Why Are you glaring at her? You Deserve this! Mister".
Dev groaned "oh God, this is getting out of hand".
Before he could say anything else Mayra lifted the bottle in the air, ready to strike but then she suddenly froze. Her lips trembled and within second her anger melted into heartbreaking sobs.
" You don't love me!" She wailed throwing the bottle aside and clutching her belly "you lied! You were going to leave me and our baby!".
Dev heart drenched. Forget the slaps, the yelling, and the mear- death experience with the wine bottle - this hurts him the most.
"No, no,no, Mayra", he said quickly pulling her into his arms.
"I love you. I love you so much. And I love our baby too!".
He gently touched her belly. And Mayra sniffled against his chest. "Really?" She asked in a small voice.
Dev cupped her face and kissed her forehead.
The entire group, who had been watching like it was a live Tv drama, sighed in relief.
Vivaan wiped a fake tear. "Beautiful jaan bachane ki kya zabardast koshish ki hai!".
Siddharth smirked. " I give him full marks for emotional damage control,".
"Fine, I won't break his head today" ananya said .
As Mayra finally calmed down and snuggled into Dev's chest, the group sighed in relief. The drama had ended-for now.
Vihaan clapped his hands. "Alright, people, show's over! Let's get back to partying."
Rohan grabbed Dev's arm. "Come on, lover boy. You need a drink after all that."
Dev sighed but nodded, rubbing his still-stinging cheek. "Yeah, I need a strong one."
As they reached the counter, Dev sat on a stool while Rohan, Siddharth, Hriday, and Vihaan surrounded him. The bartender placed drinks in front of them, and as Dev reached for his. Suddenly
PINCH!
"AAAAHHH!" Dev yelped, jerking his arm away. He glared at Siddharth, who stood there looking innocent, his fingers still in a pinching position.
"What the hell, Sid?! That hurts!" Dev scowled, rubbing his arm.
Siddharth smirked. "That's for hurting her you bastard!".
Rohan chuckled. "Bhai, you should've just slapped him again. That would've been less painful."
Dev groaned. "You guys are enjoying this, aren't you?"
Hriday sipped his drink casually. "Immensely."
Vihaan leaned in, and said "Bro, consider this payback. First, for making Mayra cry. Second, for making us witness your love drama like a full-blown soap opera."
Dev rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault her pregnancy hormones turned her into Mike Tyson!"
Rohan snorted. "Bro, she literally went from 'I'll kill you' to 'You don't love me' in seconds."
Siddharth smirked. "And the way she clutched her belly dramatically? I almost expected her to say, 'Humein bachaiye, hum lut gaye barbaad ho gaye!'"
The group burst out laughing, while Dev groaned, shaking his head.
"By the way, Ananya handing her a wine bottle? Man, even I didn't see that coming." rohan said.
Dev shuddered. "That was the scariest moment of my life. I actually thought my skull was going to get cracked open."
Vihaan smirked. "Lucky for you, mayra di got emotional before she could do any real damage."
Dev took a long sip of his drink and sighed. "I swear, baby in her belly is already training her to make my life hell."
Rohan clapped his back. "Welcome to fatherhood, bro. Your suffering has just begun."
The group laughed again, and Dev, despite himself, couldn't help but grin. No matter how much they bullied him, he knew one thing-these idiots always had his back.
As Mayra, Ananya, and Samaira sat on the couch, sipping their non-alcoholic drinks and chatting, suddenly-
Samaira gasped as her drink spilled all over her dress. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, looking down at the mess.
Ananya immediately stood up. "Let's clean this up in the washroom. Come on."
Mayra nodded. "Chalo."
But Ananya shook her head. "Mayra, you stay here. I'll take Samaira."
Before Mayra could argue, the boys, who had been casually observing the commotion, saw them fussing over Samaira's dress.
Siddharth, walked over. "What happened?"
Sid's gaze immediately shifted to Samaira, who stubbornly avoided looking at him.
Before he could say anything, Mayra said "woh galti se drink spill ho gaya hai Samaira ki dress pe."
Sid, without missing a beat, said, "Let's go to the washroom."
Dead silence.
The boys, still at the counter, turned their heads towards him, their expressions full of mischief.
Rohan smirked. "Bro... aap washroom mai kya karoge?"
Dev added with a chuckle, "Haan, ladies' washroom mai tera kya kaam?"
Vihaan nearly choked on his drink. Hriday raised an eyebrow, looking very entertained.
Siddharth realized what he had just said and narrowed his eyes. "I meant she should go clean up, idiot!"
But the damage was done.
Rohan dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Sid, bhai, yeh kya new hobby nikal ke aayi hai?"
Dev nodded seriously. "Mujhe pehle bata dete, hum ladies washroom ka separate pass banwa dete tere liye."
Vivaan burst out laughing. "Koi toh samjhao bhai ko ki Samaira ka dress kharab hua hai, uska nahi."
Ananya and Mayra exchanged amused glances, enjoying the teasing session. Samaira, however, was completely mortified.
Sid glared at them. "Tum log bakwas band karoge?!"
Ananya smirked. "Okay, okay, chill. Samaira, let's go."
As Samaira and Ananya walked towards the washroom, Ananya couldn't help but smirk. "Yaar, itna bhi bure nahi hai Siddharth ji."
Samaira rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. "Please, Ananya. I don't want to talk about him."
Ananya sighed dramatically. "Arey, lekin mujhe toh lagta hai paka koi misunderstanding hai. Tu usko dekh kar aag-baboola ho rahi hai, aur woh tujhe dekh kar-uff-pyaar mein dooba lag raha hai."
Samaira ignored her, pretending she didn't hear anything.
When they reached the washroom area, Ananya stopped and pointed towards the counter seats. "Sun, tu jaa aur dress clean kar. Mai yahan baith ke tera intezar karungi."
Samaira glanced at where Ananya was pointing and nodded. "Okay."
Ananya grinned. "Tab tak main logon ka dance dekhti hoon. Aur thode hot ladke bhi taad leti hoon."
Samaira finally cracked a smile and laughed. "Haan, bas tu yahi kar ladke taadhti rahe . Tujhe dekh kar toh ladke khud sharmayenge aur kahenge-Didi, aap ghar jao!"
Ananya gasped and lightly smacked Samaira's arm. "Oye, besharam! Jaa ab!"
Still laughing, Samaira walked into the washroom while Ananya went to enjoy the view of the dance floor, still grinning at their conversation.
Inside the VIP lounge, Dev and Mayra were settled on a couch, though it was less of a conversation and more of Dev shamelessly flirting with his very pregnant girlfriend.
On the other couch, Vihaan, Vivaan, and Rohan were engaged in their own discussion, laughing over some inside joke.
Meanwhile, Siddharth and Hriday were at the counter, casually sipping their drinks when, out of nowhere, Hriday leaned in close to Sid's ear.
Sid, caught off guard, jerked slightly and frowned. "What the hell are you trying to do? Mujhe koi shauk nahi hai ladko kai sath romance karne ka!"
Hriday rolled his eyes, gripping Sid's shoulder. "Chup reh aur sun." He whispered something low and serious into Sid's ear.
As soon as the words registered, Sid's eyes widened Without hesitation, he nodded, placed his drink down, and without another word, walked straight out of the VIP lounge.
Hriday watched him leave with a smirk before casually returning to his drink as if nothing had happened.
Ananya sat at the counter, tapping her fingers to the beat of the loud music. The energy of the club was electric-people dancing, laughing, and completely lost in the moment. She smiled as she watched the scene unfold, feeling relaxed.
She asked the bartender a drink "Ek non-alcoholic drink dena."
Just as she took her first sip, a voice reached her ears-a voice she never wanted to hear again.
Her body tensed. The glass nearly slipped from her fingers.
Slowly, she turned around, her heart pounding.
And there he was.
Vivek.
The man who had left her on the day of their wedding. The man who had humiliated her family because they couldn't meet his greedy demands for dowry.
For a moment, she couldn't believe it. Shocked, she just stared, unable to form a single word.
Vivek, on the other hand, looked just as surprised to see her. His lips parted slightly as if searching for something to say.
Ananya's fingers curled around her glass, her grip tightening. The shock in her eyes turned into something else-rage.
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