Page 124 of Obsession

“Will you just listen?” Mihir said.

“Fucking asshole!” Vedant charged at him. But Mihir was ready. He stretched his foot out, tripping Vedant. His brother fell face-down on the ground, but leapt back to his feet immediately.

“Can we stop this nonsense?” Mihir addressed both of them. “You guys need to let me explain.”

Armaan rushed at him at the same time as Vedant. But Mihir was prepared. He’d trained with both of them for years. He knew their moves, their weaknesses. He knew when to block; he knew when to strike. But they weren’t giving up. They were mad, so mad at him.

“Guys, please, let’s stop,” Mihir said. “I know you’re mad. But if you’ll just listen…”

Armaan’s punch hit his jaw, snapping Mihir’s head back, while Vedant’s fist connected with his torso. Armaan raised his fist to strike again.

“I love her,” Mihir yelled.

Armaan’s fist halted mid-air. He exchanged a look with Vedant. They both charged at him, all three of them going down on the mats in a tangle of flying limbs and fists. The sounds of fists slapping flesh, loud grunts, groans, and abuses echoed through the gym.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Rajiv’s loud voice multiplied the tension.

Mihir looked up, flinging Armaan to the side and pushing Vedant’s legs off of him. The three of them stood to face Anna’s fuming brother. Mihir wiped the blood from his upper lip, while Armaan straightened his tie and Vedant pushed his foot back into his shoe. So fucking embarrassing.

A loud chuckle from the entrance made Mihir look up. His blood boiled as his gaze zoomed in on Dev Luthra, watching Mihir and his disheveled brothers, looking highly entertained. Fucking bastard.

“Who the fuck invited you?” Mihir growled at Dev.

Dev arched a brow.

Rajiv answered, “I did.”

“He’s not on the approved guest list.”

Rajiv’s mouth tightened. “Are you saying I cannot bring a guest to your house? Dev was there when Ananya and you were arguing inhisrestaurant. He’s my friend, and so he called me, concerned.”

“Concerned?” Mihir scoffed. “Your friends are welcome with you, Rajiv. Just not the ones who call herAnna.”

“Is that relevant right now?” Rajiv asked. “Or can we address the fact that you married my sister seven years ago, got her pregnant now, and didn’t even have the decency to tell me either of these things? Where is your fucking honor?”

“Clearly, he has none,” Dev said.

“Shut up, Dev,” Armaan and Vedant said at the same time.

“You’re our friend, sure,” Armaan said. “But he’s our brother.”

“Of course, that explains why you were all brawling like fucking toddlers,” Dev commented.

“None of your business,” Armaan snapped.

“Stay out of it,” Vedant shot out.

“Enough.” Rajiv took a menacing step closer. Immediately, Armaan and Vedant stepped in front of Mihir, blocking Rajiv.

His chest filled with pride and love. Despite being mad at him, his brothers still had his back.

Rajiv glared at Armaan and Vedant. “Back off, or this will get ugly.”

“Please, let’s not make it ugly.” Armaan raised his hands to placate his brother-in-law. “I know you’re mad at him. So are we. But can we all talk like adults?”

Mihir pushed past his brothers to stand in front of Rajiv. When they tried to shove him behind, he said, “He has a right to be angry. So do you.”

“I made a mistake by sending Ananya to Moscow,” Rajiv stormed. “I had hoped that you both would clear the air. I expected Ananya to return either with the closure she deserved, or that the two of you would get back together again. Which scenario did you think I was hoping for?”

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