The music pulsed through the crowded nightclub, the beat throbbing like a living thing. Aryan lost himself in the rhythm, his hips swaying to the music as he danced with abandon.
His friends cheered him on, laughing and joking as they downed shots and danced the night away. Aryan was in his element, the music lights and laughter combining to create a sense of freedom and exhilaration.
As he spun around, his arms waving in the air, Aryan collided with a tall, imposing figure. His drink went flying, spilling all over the guy's crisp white shirt.
"Watch it, kid." The man warned him in his deep and scary voice.
Aryan laughed and continued his dance and placed his arm around the man's neck, whose eyes turned dark. No one has dared to touch him without his permission, and this kid is crossing his limits.
"Why so angry, Grandpa? I am sorry; it was just a mistake. Ab gussa choro, and let's dance" he said in a cheerful voice and swung his body. The man removed his arms and pushed him away.
"Kid, you are crossing your limits." He warned him in a firm tone and was going to leave but stopped by Aryan.
"Yes, I am crossing my limits; what will you do? Will you punch me? Or call security?" He asked in a sarcastic tone; the man's jaw hardened as he stepped forward, making Aryan step back.
"I don't need security to handle you." His voice, deep, clear, and threatening, Aryan can feel a shiver run through his veins; he gulps and raises his hands in surrender with a smirk. The man steps ahead, leaving Aryan with a grin.
"Grandpa, get a temper."He laughed and went back on the dancing stage.
Back to the man who sat at one table beside his business partner, who filled a glass of wine for him, and he gulped it down in one go.
"Wooo, Yuvraj, what makes you so hyper?" One of the guys asked, and Yuvraj wiped his mouth and turned back to Aryan, who was busy dancing.
"Nowadays kids are getting out of hand; they don't have shame. Thank God mera koi bhai nahi hai, warna uss ki aisi harkto par uss ki haddiyan tor deta main."He takes another shot and tries to ease his anger….
Aryan was lost in thought when his phone rang. He answered loudly over the music.
"Yo, bro! What's up?" he asked cheerfully. But his smile quickly faded when he heard the person's voice on the other end.
"Aryan, you have 10 minutes to get home. If you're late, you know what will happen."Aryan's heart skipped a beat.
"I-Ishaan, I'm coming!" he stammered before hanging up. Aryan cursed under his breath and rushed out of the club.
"Ahhh, Aryan! Today, no one can save you from that devil!" he exclaimed to himself.
He ran to his bike and tried to start it, but it wouldn't budge. Aryan kicked the bike in frustration.
"Oh God, where can I go? Ishaan will kill me!"
That's when he spotted a luxury car parked nearby. Aryan rushed over and pushed the person getting into the car. He jumped in and shut the door.
The person was shocked and opened the door, trying to pull Aryan out. But when he saw Aryan's face, he was even more shocked.
"You???" he shouted. Aryan smirked at Yuvraj.
"Grandpa, can you please give me a ride? I'm in a hurry!"
Yuvraj gritted his teeth and pulled Aryan out angrily.
"How dare you, you stupid kid! Don't you have manners?" he scolded. Aryan rolled his eyes.
"Oh hello, you don't have to be angry. I just asked for a ride, Grandpa."
Yuvraj clenched his fists in anger and stared at Aryan, who looked almost drunk. He knew the area wasn't safe, so he went over to Aryan's bike and started checking it.
Aryan yawned and put his head on the bike.
"D...ownt know, Grandpa" he mumbled sleepily.
Yuvraj sighed heavily and pulled Aryan into his arms, carrying him in a bridal style. But when Aryan vomited on his shirt, Yuvraj's expression turned from concern to disgust. He quickly put Aryan in the car and drove off.
Aryan woke up to the sound of screeching tyres and the feeling of being jostled around. He groggily opened his eyes to find himself in a luxurious car, with Yuvraj's angry face staring back at him.
"What the fuc...?" Aryan started to say, but Yuvraj cut him off.
"Shut up and sit still; if you say a single word, I will beat you", Yuvraj growled, his eyes flashing with anger.
Aryan rubbed his temples, trying to remember how he had ended up in Yuvraj's car.
He vaguely recalled getting drunk at the club, and then...and then something about Yuvraj.
He looked down at his clothes and saw that they were stained with vomit. Aryan's face went bright red as he realized what had happened.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Aryan started to say, but Yuvraj just glared at him.
"Sorry?" Yuvraj repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think sorry is going to cut it? You ruined my shirt, you idiot."
Aryan looked down at the stain on Yuvraj's shirt and winced.
"I'll pay for the dry cleaning, Grandpa" he offered. Yuvraj just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound.
"You'll do more than that," he said, his eyes glinting with anger. "You'll regret ever crossing me."
Aryan felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that he was in trouble.
"Address batao aur try to behave. "Aryan rolled his eyes and told him the address.
As Yuvraj drove Aryan home, the tension between them was palpable. Aryan, still feeling defiant, decided to push Yuvraj's buttons.
"Hey, Grandpa, can you turn up the AC? It's getting hot in here," Aryan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Yuvraj's eyes narrowed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
"What did I just tell you about showing respect?" he growled. Aryan just laughed.
"Oh, come on, grandpa. Don't be so uptight. I'm just trying to have a conversation."Yuvraj's face darkened, his anger rising.
"You think you're funny, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, kid. You're not funny. You're just a spoiled brat who needs to learn some manners."Aryan's grin faltered, but he refused to back down.
"And you're just a cranky old man who needs to learn how to chill," he shot back. Yuvraj's face turned red with anger as he heard Aryan's comment.
"Cranky old man?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing.
Before Aryan could react, Yuvraj reached out and pulled him over his lap. Aryan yelped in surprise as Yuvraj's hand came down hard on his butt, delivering a sharp slap.
Aryan cursed loudly, his face burning with anger and embarrassment. But before he could even react, Yuvraj's hand came down again, delivering another hard spank.
Aryan yelped again, his eyes welling up with tears. He had never been spanked before, and the pain was almost too much to bear.
Yuvraj's voice was cold and hard. "If you don't shut up, I'll make your ass red with hand marks. Do you understand?"
Aryan nodded silently, his face burning with shame and anger. He sat back up, wincing in pain as he tried to rub away the sting. Yuvraj sighed, his expression unyielding.
"You need to learn some respect, kid."
Yuvraj suddenly dropped Aryan, who stumbled backwards, gasping in shock. Yuvraj turned to leave, but not before issuing a warning.
"Change your attitude, kid," he growled. "Otherwise, one day you'll be in big trouble. And don't show me your face again. If you do, I'll beat your ass to shit."
With that, Yuvraj turned and left leaving Aryan shaken and scared.
Aryan took a deep breath and started walking towards his house, his heart still racing from the encounter with Yuvraj.
As he entered the house, he was met with an angry Ishaan, who was standing in the living room, a ruler clutched in his hand.
Aryan's eyes widened in fear as he took in Ishaan's angry expression.
"I-Ishaan, I can explain..." he started to say. But Ishaan cut him off, his voice low and menacing.
"Explain? Do you think you can explain why you're late? Why you didn't answer my calls?"
Aryan took a step back, his eyes fixed on the ruler in Ishaan's hand. He knew he was in trouble. Big trouble.
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