Of Flames and Roses
Kabir raised an eyebrow.
"What do you think?" Yashvir raised an eyebrow at him, still smiling, as he walked over to his bed and sat down.
"Why are you smiling?" Kabir frowned, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm coming back from a small meeting with your 'Bhabhi Sa'," Yashvir smirked, loving the sound of it.
"Bhabhi Sa," Kabir chuckled. "As in, my brother's wife. Your wife, you mean. You'll let me call her that and not something fancy like 'Maharani Ahankara, the Queen of Kalang, the most beautiful woman to ever exist'?"
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