Mr. Obvious (Gurbaaz Singh/Pinda x Reader) (Part 2/4)
for the wonderful @gehra-hua / @geometric-circle 💕✨💐
summary: your boyfriend is utterly perfect in every conceivable way, save for one minor flaw. the man is not subtle in the slightest.
word count: 4.5k words
author’s note: I’m sorry ☝🏻😭, this part is less Pinda x Reader and more about shining a light upon Y/N’s relationship dynamics with the rest of her siblings 🙂↔️.
part 1
prompt: Jassi's suspicions about pinda and reader's secret relationship is proven right when he talks to pinda about a suitable match for reader's wedding and watches him squirm... later, pinda confesses the truth & jassi acts hurt/angry about it before finally agreeing... time skip— some jija-sala bonding maybe + jassi being the sweetest mamu to reader's kids.
Naturally, the very first person to discover this development was none other than Jasleen.
Though, to be entirely fair, it wasn't so much a matter of her playing detective as it was a case of your own bursting heart completely overriding your ability to keep a secret.
The second you crossed the threshold, you had excitedly spilled every single bean. For months, your little sister had been the highly amused audience to your rants regarding how Pinda managed to be the most agonisingly obvious yet entirely oblivious man to ever walk the earth.
You had spent countless evenings pacing her bedroom floor, exasperatedly questioning how on earth a man could have his profound yearning written in bold font right across his face, yet remain completely blind to the fact that you were mirroring those exact same expressions right back at him.
So, when you had barged into her bedroom that night with a grin so wide it practically threatened to split your face in two, it didn't take her long to put two and two together.
Jasleen slammed her textbook shut, tossed it carelessly onto her desk, and leaped to her feet with a gasp of delight. Before you could utter a single syllable, she lunged forward, grabbing you by the arms and spinning the both of you around, making you break into breathless giggles.
"Ohne keha kuch?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she finally came to a halt, still tightly clutching your hands. (Did he say anything?)
"Keha ni, mainu kuhona peya! Oo vi darake!" (He didn't say anything, I had to make him say it! And that too by scaring him!)
As you launched into a play-by-play recount of the entire encounter on the dirt road, detailing his saucer-like eyes and his abysmal attempt to cover up, Jasleen lost her composure, throwing her head back and laughing loudly.
You slapped a hand over her mouth, quickly shushing her with wide eyes lest your mother overheard the racket from down the hall and demanded to know exactly what kind of mischief the two of you were up to at such an hour.
Once the initial wave of giggles subsided into a bubbling hum of excitement, a sense of relief washed over you. At the very least, Jasleen was firmly on your side.
Truthfully, you had always known with certainty that she would be your ultimate cheerleader in this saga. After all, she was the one who had given you the final push to take the initiative in the first place.
The turning point had occurred when Pinda, consumed by the sight of you laughing at some silly joke Pammi had made across the lane, had lost track of his depth perception and walked straight into a muddy ditch.
Having watched this unfold from the porch, Jasleen had marched straight up to you, shook her head at his hopeless state and delivered her verdict, point-blank.
"Pinda paaji toh umeed na rakho! Tuhanu hi karna paina kuch." (Don't expect anything from Pinda! You will have to do something yourself.)
So, it was safe to say that, apart from your hopelessly smitten self, Jasleen was the happiest person in the entire village.
Overflowing with joy, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you into a crushing hug, as she whispered against your shoulder that the moment she was done with her tedious homework, she would require every single detail of the confession, analysed thoroughly.
As you hugged her back tightly, you closed your eyes to send an earnest prayer to Waheguru ji, desperately hoping that when the rest of your family eventually discovered the truth, because knowing Pinda's complete lack of a poker face, it was only a matter of when, not if, their reactions would be even remotely akin to Jasleen's joyous acceptance.
Except for Jassi, of course.
Knowing your twin brother, you were fully prepared for the reality that he was either going to throw a fit or completely stop speaking to the both of you for a solid month.
But at the end of the day, one of the culprits was his literal womb-mate, and the other was his best friend in the entire universe, leaving you to wonder with a smirk just how long he could possibly manage to stay mad at you two.
Harleen discovered the secret entirely by accident, and to say her reaction was lackluster would be the understatement of the century.
She had travelled back home from her college hostel during her holidays, arriving quite late into the night alongside your father. He had journeyed all the way to Chandigarh to escort his prized "lawyer bitiya" home with immense fanfare.
Because of the late hour of their arrival, you had mistakenly assumed that the entire household had long since drifted off into a deep slumber.
That was the sole reason why you and Pinda had perched yourselves up on the terrace. You were sitting together on a woven jute mat spread over the cool floor, your back pressed against the solid expanse of his chest.
His long arms were wrapped securely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both gazed up at the clear, star-studded sky, whispering into the night about everything and anything.
"Aaj tare kinne sohne lagre ne, ni?" you murmured, tilting your head up toward the glittering expanse. (The stars look so beautiful tonight, don't they?)
"Tera toh sohne ni," Pinda countered smoothly, as he leaned in to press a kiss against the warm skin of your cheek. (Not more beautiful than you.)
You turned your head slightly, fully intending to tease him about his hopelessly cheesy lines, but he was already leaning forward, his gaze locked onto your mouth as he moved to capture your soft lips in a kiss—
Someone cleared their throat.
You were shocked at the velocity at which Pinda managed to disentangle himself from your embrace. By the time you had spun your torso around to identify the intruder, this otherwise clumsy boy was already on his feet, standing perfectly rigid with his hands glued to his sides, looking for all the world like a man who had just been caught committing a cardinal sin.
It was Harleen.
She was standing at the entrance of the terrace, balancing a warm cup of tea in one hand and clutching her phone in the other, observing the scene with a raised eyebrow.
She looked between Pinda, who appeared to be on the precipice of a panic attack, and you, who resembled a guilty raccoon caught red-handed going through someone's garbage in the dead of night.
She let the silence stretch for a beat, processing the sight, before she slowly shook her head, deciding that whatever ridiculousness was unfolding here was entirely above her sisterly duties' pay grade.
"Main tuhanu dona nu chatt te ni vekhya, na hi tussi dona ne mainu vekhya," Harleen declared flatly, as she turned on her heel to walk away. (I didn't see the two of you on the terrace, and neither of you saw me.)
You looked up at Pinda, and he stared back at you with a completely helpless expression. You quickly scrambled to your feet, calling after Harleen as you darted across the terrace.
She paused right near the staircase and whirled around to face you, looking tired and exasperated. But a playful glint danced in her eyes, and one corner of her lips twitched upward into a knowing smirk.
"It's about damn time," Harleen remarked with a soft chuckle. "Mainu lageya si, tera rishta laike jana paina ode kol." (I thought I would have to propose to him on your behalf.)
She then peered over your shoulder. Pinda was standing a considerable distance behind you, looking so pale and terrified that it seemed he would faint. An amused snort escaped her lips as she gestured toward his frozen figure with a nod of her head.
"Odi shakal ave kyu hoi hui hai, jive ohne bhoot vekh leya hove?" (Why is he looking like he just saw a ghost?)
You blinked at her, caught off guard by her relaxed demeanour.
"Tu gussa ni hai?" you asked, cautiously. (You aren't angry?)
"Main kyu gussa hovangi," Harleen shrugged, "It's not a big deal. Everyone these days have girlfriends and boyfriends." (Why would I be angry?)
Just as the words left her mouth, her phone began to vibrate in her palm, the screen lighting up with an incoming call. Before you could sneak a glance at the caller ID, her thumb darted out and cut the line.
It did not take a genius to figure out precisely why Harleen was awake at two o'clock in the morning, pacing the house with a hot cup of tea and her phone.
A mischievous smile tugged at your lips, and you slowly asked, "Do you?"
"Do I what?" Harleen questioned, her brow arching defensively.
"Have a boyfriend...or girlfriend?"
A faint blush dusted Harleen's cheeks, but her composure returned in a flash, and she dismissed your interrogation with a wave of her hand, saying nonchalantly, "Tenu appe pata chal juga, jadd pata chalna hoyega." (You will find out on your own when it's time for you to find out.)
As she turned to finally make her descent down the stairs, you called out to her once more, desperation bleeding into your tone.
"So you will help me?" you pleaded, clasping your hands together.
"With what?" Harleen asked, pausing on the step.
"Je jassi nu pata lagye—"
(If Jassi finds out—)
"Nahi!" Harleen interrupted. "I'm out of this. Main apne gall faah ni pana. Je ohnu pata lagye, te apne praah naal appe hi nipti tu." (I am not putting a noose around my neck. If he finds out, then deal with your brother on your own.
"Oh tera vi praah hai!" you whined. (He is your brother too!)
"Not when he is being an overprotective critter."
By this point in the conversation, Pinda had finally gathered enough courage to creep closer to where you stood, using your frame as a human shield. Which a futile attempt, considering his tall frame was still visible over the top of your head.
Harleen looked past you, eyeing him with pity.
"I don't think I even have to tell you, ki je tu meri pehn da dil todeya, teh mere toh bura koi ni hoyega kyuki enne appe hi tenu kutt dena va," she playfully warned him. (I don't think I have to tell you that if you break my sister's heart, you'll have to deal with me because she will beat you up herself.)
"Aur je tu eda dil todeya, teh tennu main kutt dena," she added, looking at you sternly. (And if you break his heart, then I will beat you up.)
You felt Pinda let out a sigh of relief behind you, and you couldn't help but smile at Harleen with gratitude.
She always went out of her way to ensure that Pinda knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was just as much a cherished part of this family as any of her siblings.
She gave the two of you a final once over from head to toe, clicked her tongue in disapproval, before descending the stairs.
"Good luck to you both and please our terrace is not an appropriate place for PDA. Get a room. God knows there are plenty of empty ones in this house."
A month after Harleen's visit, Jaskirat finally returned home during a scheduled break from his rigorous military training. You were over the moon, because his visits had become exceptionally rare commodities since his enrollment.
The academy maintained an iron clad grip on the trainees, heavily restricting their phone usage, which meant that your conversations had been tragically reduced to brief, strictly timed voice calls that never quite satisfied the ache of his absence.
The moment he stepped through the front door, he was instantly smothered in a barrage of kisses and thoroughly admonished by your tearful mother, who wrung her hands around him and lamented about how he looked even more gaunt and weak than the last time he had visited.
You and Jasleen rolled your eyes in amusement, marvelling at how only a mother could possibly look at him and see a starving boy.
In reality, every single time your brother returned from the academy, you found yourself wondering if the Indian Army was training him to be a soldier or converting him into a human tank, given how his shoulders seemed to broaden by a few inches with every passing month.
Once he was allowed a moment to breathe, you and Jasleen pestered him for every single detail regarding what daily life was truly like at the academy, as if he hadn't already narrated the basic routine to you both a dozen times before.
Jaskirat always managed to return with a fresh batch of captivating anecdotes, which invariably sparked a faint, bittersweet twinge of jealousy deep in your chest.
You couldn't help but envy how he got to serve the country, morphing into the kind of exemplary young man whom the village elders enthusiastically held up as a golden standard to their own slack-jawed sons, while you felt stuck in a village that often seemed rooted in a pre-historic era, given the suffocatingly traditionalist mindset harboured by the locals.
Yet, that fleeting envy was always swallowed whole by a sense of pride. Jaskirat was fulfilling not just his childhood ambitions, but your father's dream as well. And boy, had he worked himself to the bone to secure his place there.
After he was thoroughly rested from his journey and stuffed to the brim with a feast of your mother's heaviest paranthas, your father wasted no time in dragging both him and Pinda, out into the golden afternoon to proudly inspect the blooming crops swaying across your family's expansive fields.
As the men walked ahead along the narrow dirt ridges of the farm, you trailed a few paces behind, boring holes into Pinda's broad back, silently praying to the heavens that he would feel the heat of your stare and turn around.
Surely enough, he cast a cautious, sideways glance over his shoulder. You flashed him a sharp glare that practically screamed he better not dare let a single thing slip, even by an accidental slip of the tongue. Pinda offered you a subtle, reassuring twitch of his lips, trying his best to communicate that he had the situation entirely under control.
Unfortunately, your silent exchange did not go unnoticed.
Your eyes drifted a fraction of an inch to the left, only to find your twin brother staring directly at you, his sharp green eyes darting back and forth between you and Pinda with a furrowed brow.
You quickly averted your eyes and grabbed Jasleen by the arm, launching into an incredibly loud, overly enthusiastic conversation about her upcoming exams.
Pinda patted Jaskirat on the back to redirect his attention, gesturing toward the mustard fields as he loudly exclaimed, "Vekh Jassi, fasla kinni khil rhiya ne!" (Look Jassi, how the crops are blooming!)
Jaskirat slowly tore his scrutinising gaze away from you to look at the crops, though his suspicious frown remained firmly in place, leaving you sweating under the afternoon sun as you realised that keeping a secret from a trained soldier was going to require a literal miracle.
After strolling through the fields for a while longer and basking in the pleasant afternoon sun, you and Jasleen got bored and made your way back home to assist your mother with the evening chores.
Meanwhile, Pinda and Jaskirat sauntered off into the heart of the village to meet their friends.
The rest of the day blurred into a comforting routine of chopping vegetables, sweeping the courtyard, and setting up the kitchen for the night ahead.
When night finally fell, casting a cool, quiet blanket over the household, the rich aroma of fresh tadka signalled that dinner was ready. You made your way upstairs towards Jaskirat's bedroom, which was situated directly across the hallway from your own.
You were just about to call him when your eyes landed on your twin brother, sitting on the edge of his neatly made bed, his back turned to you, staring down with unwavering intensity at a small photograph clutched tightly in his hand.
You stealthily tip-toed into the room, your bare feet making no sound against the cool floor. You shared your twin brother's uncanny, ninja-like ability to sneak up on people entirely unannounced. The entire village always joked about how you both must be ancient, eldritch beings operating in human form.
Peeking over his broad shoulder with wide, curious eyes, your gaze landed squarely on the glossy paper in his hands.
It was Jaskirat and a remarkably beautiful girl, standing next to him.
They stood slightly apart, leaving a respectable, almost formal gap of a few inches between them. Jaskirat's hands were neatly clasped behind his back in a disciplined stance, while the girl's hands clutched a stack of files in front of her.
Both of them harboured slightly awkward, delightfully shy smiles for the camera, but the real giveaway was Jaskirat's gaze. Rather than looking at the lens, his green eyes were fixed on the side of the girl's face, while she smiled directly ahead.
Jaskirat was dressed impeccably in his crisp military uniform, standing tall and proud, while the girl wore a simple yet elegant pink suit that complemented her soft appearance.
She was undeniably beautiful, possessing deep, expressive brown eyes, a lovely smile that crinkled at the corners and dark hair gathered into a messy bun atop her head. Every single one of her radiant features seemed to exude a warmth that practically leaped right off the photo.
You shifted your eyes from the glossy print back to your brother's face, catching the exact same love-struck expression in real life that was mirrored in the photo.
Oh. Oh!
This was a goldmine.
"Kudi diya akhan kini sohniya ne, nahi?" you chimed in, your voice cutting through the silence of the room. (The girl's eyes are so beautiful, aren't they?)
Jaskirat jumped out of his skin, leaping upright from the mattress as if he had been strung by a live wire. He quickly whipped his hand behind his back to conceal the evidence, spinning around to face you with wide, utterly panicked eyes.
"Kon hai?" you drawled out, your voice dripping with mischievous glee. (Who is she?)
He gulped nervously, eyes darting everywhere around the bedroom except into your triumphant ones.
"Ki kon hai?" he stammered defensively, trying and failing to play dumb. (Who is who?)
"Photo ch jedi kudi hai," you said with a teasing grin. (The girl in the photo.)
Recognising that his cover was blown, Jaskirat puffed out his chest, squaring his shoulders in a futile attempt to look authoritative and intimidating.
"Tenu ki?!" he shot back, his face turning a fascinating shade of crimson. (What's it to you?!)
"Achi ji! Chal koi na, bebe nu dasni aa ki tuhade fauji putt ne nuh labli hai!" you sang out, turning on your heel as if you were about to sprint down the stairs right that second. (Oh really! Alright, I'll just go tell mom that her son has found her a daughter-in-law!)
"Nahi!" Jaskirat yelled.
You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the scale of his nervousness. Deep down, you both knew that you would never betray his trust or share a secret of his with your parents before he was ready to tell them himself.
Seeing your laughter, Jaskirat let out a long, defeated sigh, his broad shoulders slumping as he realised the jig was up, choosing to willingly confess everything.
He sheepishly explained that the mystery girl worked at the academy, in the accounts department where the trainees frequently had to sort out their stipends.
Once, during a relentless downpour across the grounds, she had been stranded, seeking temporary shelter beneath a dilapidated, leaking concrete awning just as Jaskirat was passing by from the Mess building on his way back to his quarters.
Spotting her, he had approached her, politely offering the shelter of his large umbrella and volunteering to safely escort her across the base to the employee residential quarters. After a moment of hesitation, she had agreed.
And the rest is history.
Over the months, a sweet routine had blossomed between them at the academy, their paths crossing with increasing, definitely not accidental frequency. Jaskirat would invent elaborate excuses to visit the accounts office, while she would look up with a bright smile the moment his boots clicked down the corridor.
Yet, true to their shy natures, they both were terrified of making a direct move, constantly skirting around their feelings for each other like two people navigating a delicate dance, paralysed by the fear of rejection.
Your mind was reeling in disbelief that your twin brother, the very same boy who would literally bolt in the opposite direction if a local village girl even dared to breathe in his direction, was now acting like a smitten schoolboy.
Half the girls in your village spent their days trying to befriend you and your sisters just to extract any detail about your elusive brother, an endeavour that was always futile because Jaskirat was a fortress.
Yet here he was, blushing with a dreamy, far-away look on his face while rambling about a girl.
As he continued to speak, you learned that the girl was from Ahmedabad and possessed a fiercely independent, strong-willed personality balanced by an extraordinarily kind heart.
Jaskirat recounted with awe, how she constantly went out of her way to help the academy staff with their paperwork and other chores, embodying a rare grace that made her universally adored.
Hearing all this, you found yourself wanting to meet this Wonder Woman who had somehow managed to bewitch your stubborn brother.
"Odi photo nu kyu vekhi ja reha va, ode naal gall kar pher!" you encouraged him with an amused smirk, gesturing toward his hidden hand. (Why do you keep staring at her photo, call her instead!)
Jassi sighed, turning around to place the precious photograph onto his desk with the utmost, reverent care, treating the paper as if it were made of fragile glass.
He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the Nokia phone that your father had gifted him for his nineteenth birthday, holding it out towards you with a thoroughly ashamed grimace.
You leaned in, catching sight of the contact name displayed on the screen. He had saved her as "Accountant Sahiba". It made you let out a delighted giggle.
But as you scrolled through their messages, you saw that their conversation consisted of an unending sequence of saying "hi", "hi", "hi" back and forth to each other.
"Main ohnu agge ki kave?" Jassi asked sheepishly. (What should I say to her?)
"Adhar card da number puchla?" you deadpanned. (Why don't you ask her for her Adhar card number?)
Before he could protest, you rolled your eyes and continued, "'Agge ki kava' matlab? Kuch gall karega pher hi tah agge gall vadhugi! Varna photova vall hi vekhda rahi puri umar." (What do you mean 'what should I say next'? You actually have to talk about something for the conversation to move forward! Otherwise, just keep staring at her photo for the rest of your life.)
"Tenu bada pata va kiva gall kardne ne," Jaskirat grumbled under his breath. (Like you know so much about how to woo someone.)
"Apne varga samjheya hoya va mainu?" you retorted haughtily, flipping your hair back with a smug, self-satisfied smirk. (Do you think I'm clueless like you?)
The second the words left your mouth, Jaskirat's eyes narrowed, and he directed the same suspicious look towards you as he had in the mustard fields earlier that afternoon.
You needed to distract him. Fast.
With lightning fast speed, you lunged forward and snatched the Nokia straight out of his hand, causing him to let out a panicked yelp as he scrambled to grab it back.
Ignoring his flailing arms, your thumbs flew across the keypad, rapidly typing out a direct message to his beloved "Accountant Sahiba" that clearly stated how much "he" had been missing her, hitting the send button before he could intervene.
Jaskirat gasped loudly, his face draining of colour as he wrenched the phone away from your grip, staring at the screen in horror.
"Ae ki kitta tu?" he shrieked, his hands visibly trembling as he stared at the sent message. (Why did you do that?)
"Je tuhade dono di kudi hoyi, then name her after me!" you laughed, totally unbothered by his dramatic crisis. (If you two have a daughter, name her after me!)
You playfully patted his shoulder before turning a round to head down for dinner, but his voice called out to your back, stopping you in your tracks.
"Y/N. Kisse nu halle dassi na. Sirf tenu pata va. Main Pinde nu vi no dasseya," he said. (Y/N. Don't tell anyone about this. Only you know. I haven't even told Pinda yet.)
Your heart softened at his words. This was exactly what your relationship was built upon.
The unshakeable foundation where you both shared your deepest, most terrifying secrets with each other long before anyone else in the universe got a single wind of them. You had spent your entire childhood covering up for each other's shenanigans, and a sudden prickle of guilt almost poked at your conscience regarding the Pinda-shaped secret you were currently keeping from him.
The keyword being almost.
You knew that your joyous reaction to his workplace romance would be vastly different from his explosive, overprotective reaction to finding out his best friend was with his sister. So, you resolved to keep your secret tucked away for the time being.
Turning back to him with a soft smile, you asked, "Kudi da naa ki hai?" (What's her name?)
Jaskirat blushed so intensely that you genuinely wondered if he was about to melt right onto his bedroom rug.
"Lavanya," he whispered shyly.
"Jaskirat weds Lavanya card te changa laguga!" you declared with a massive grin, enjoying the way his cheeks darkened even further at the mental image. (Jaskirat weds Lavanya will look great on a wedding card!)
Before he could throw a pillow at your head, you stepped forward, ruffling his neatly cropped hair into a messy pile. Locking your arm through his, you grabbed him firmly by the elbow and began dragging his giant frame out of the bedroom and toward the staircase.
"Chal hunn, chehti neeche chaliye. Varna pher bebe ne ronn lag paina ki 'haye mera munda kinna kamjor hogya, kuch chajj naal ni khanda!'" (Come on now, let's go downstairs. Otherwise, mom will start crying that 'oh dear, look how weak my boy has become, he isn't eating anything properly!')
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Mr. Obvious (Gurbaaz Singh/Pinda x Reader) (Part 1/4)
summary: your boyfriend is utterly perfect in every conceivable way, save for one minor flaw. the man is not subtle in the slightest.
word count: 2.8k words
author’s note: Happy “dhurandhar secret gift exchange” days to all those who celebrate 🩷✨. To begin with, I’ll like to applaud @dhurandharsecretgiftexchange for taking up such a wonderful initiative and managing the distribution of the prompts so well 🙇🏻♀️♥️. Miss ma’am has worked HARD and it takes a whole other level of patience to oversee such an event 🙆🏻♀️💕. This is dedicated to @gehra-hua / @geometric-circle 🌷💕! I hope I was able to deliver what you had envisioned 😭🙇🏻♀️🤲🏻. It was such a cute prompt and I absolutely loved working on this mini-series because I got to give the Rangi family the happily ever after that they deserved. Special mention to @obsessedwidskincare 🙆🏻♀️💕, because on god I was crying in her DMs everyday like a petulant child about how the series wasn’t coming along how I wanted it to and she consoled me every damn time 😭🫂 and ofc my favourite Pinda co-wife @cherryyelixir 💐✨🫵🏻, the apple of my eyes fr fr 🫂🥹🥰. Happy reading y’all ♥️✨💋!
prompt: Jassi's suspicions about pinda and reader's secret relationship is proven right when he talks to pinda about a suitable match for reader's wedding and watches him squirm... later, pinda confesses the truth & jassi acts hurt/angry about it before finally agreeing... time skip— some jija-sala bonding maybe + jassi being the sweetest mamu to reader's kids.
Divider by @/olenvasynyt
You considered yourself to be one of the truly fortunate inhabitants of this planet, because you had been blessed with parents, whose enduring love for one another remained vibrant and palpable even after decades of marriage.
They were the blueprint, for you and your siblings, of what a healthy and harmonious relationship should look like. Their daily interactions were always filled with a quiet warmth and understanding, serving as a constant reminder for you to never settle for less.
Despite navigating the suffocating expectations of a deeply patriarchal society, your parents possessed a progressive mindset that defied tradition. They unconditionally extended the exact same autonomy, trust, and freedom to you and your sisters as they did to your brother, ensuring that your wings were never clipped by societal conventions.
The streak of cosmic blessing extended into the sibling department as well.
Harleen, your eldest sister, stood as your ultimate role model, embodying a rare combination of the kindest heart and the fiercest soul you had ever encountered.
Currently residing in Chandigarh to complete the final year of her law degree, her sharp intellect and unyielding moral compass left no room for doubt in the family's mind, that she would make a brilliant lawyer.
Then there was Jasleen, the baby of the family, who was already cementing her status as the district topper.
With a four-year age gap between you, Jasleen's bubbly and effervescent personality made her feel less like a younger sister and far more like your first-born child, evoking a deeply protective, maternal tenderness in your chest whenever she bounced into a room with her boundless energy.
And then, of course, there was Jaskirat, your twin brother, who possessed an amusingly exasperating habit of treating you as though you were his fragile younger sister, completely ignoring the fact that you were not only the same age, but that you were actually the older twin by a whole two minutes.
At present, he was away fulfilling his lifelong dream, undergoing rigorous military training at the Ramgarh Cantonment in Jharkhand. Seeing him walk the path he had envisioned since childhood filled you to the brim with pride that outweighed the sadness of his absence.
Jaskirat and you were two sides of the same coin, strikingly similar yet distinctly individual.
You both inherited identical, sharply observant eyes and shared a dry, sardonic sense of humour that could slice through any tense situation.
More than that, you shared a silent language born of sharing a womb. You both could comfortably coexist in quiet for hours on end, and a fleeting look exchanged between you was enough to communicate entire conversations without a single syllable being uttered.
It was precisely because of this uncanny, telepathic bond that you remained in a state of perpetual shock over how Jaskirat had managed to remain completely oblivious to the colossal secret you had been harbouring for the past six months.
Your ability to keep him in the dark was nothing short of a miracle, especially considering the third and most delightful reason behind your status as a fortunate soul.
Your incredibly loving and stupidly handsome boyfriend.
Gurbaaz Singh.
A man you loved with the intensity of a thousand burning suns, a boy who was utterly perfect in every conceivable way, save for one minor, highly detrimental flaw.
The man was not subtle in the slightest.
Pinda was about as lowkey as a neon pink peacock bursting into a synchronised dance routine to loud pop music right in the middle of a quiet village square.
With his lack of discretion, it was an inevitability that you would notice his feelings long before he ever found the courage to voice them.
For as long as you could remember, he had looked at you as though you had personally hung the moon in the night sky, his gaze soft and completely transfixed. He had a habit of lingering in your orbit even when Jaskirat was nowhere to be found, coming up with clumsy excuses just to breathe the same air as you.
Then came the thoughtful offerings left anonymously on your doorstep. Boxes of your favourite sweets, freshly plucked flowers, and copies of the exact books you had casually mentioned wanting to read.
He would subsequently put on a grand performance of bewilderment whenever you nonchalantly mused aloud about who this mysterious admirer could possibly be, a display that took immense self-control for you not to laugh at.
You had, in fact, caught him red-handed at five o'clock in the morning on three separate occasions, watching through the window as his tall frame hovered nervously outside your door to leave fresh jasmines, though you had graciously kept quiet to spare his pride.
Whenever you did interact face-to-face, the poor boy would stutter and trip over his words so violently that he looked as though he were suffering from cold.
Eventually, your patience wore thin.
You were done with the waiting game. Driven by a desperate desire to simply pepper his breathtakingly handsome face with kisses, an indulgence you were strictly prohibited from enjoying because he simply refused to confess, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
The breaking point arrived on a crisp evening while he was dutifully walking you home from your best friend, Pammi's house, where the two of you had spent the afternoon buried under mountains of textbooks, preparing for an upcoming entrance exam.
As you walked along the dusty path, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows, you felt his eyes on you, stealing bashful, sideways glances at your profile every few steps.
Exasperated by his hesitation, you let out a heavy sigh and whirled around, the vibrant fabric of your dupatta fluttering dramatically through the air around you.
Pinda was startled by your sudden movement, his eyes darting to yours with a flash of worry before he registered the glare you were directing at him.
As your scowl locked onto him, his protective anxiety dissolved into confusion, and he nervously gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to read your expression. Standing there in the middle of the path, looking like a giant, bewildered puppy, he finally broke the silence.
"Tenu ki hoya?" he asked, his brow furrowed as he looked down at you. (What happened to you?)
Recognising that his stubborn shyness would keep you both trapped in this limbo forever, you decided right then and there that there was absolutely no use in beating around the bush any longer.
Stepping forward with resolve, you looked him dead in the eye and delivered the question with a bluntness that shattered the evening quiet.
"Tenu main pasand ha na?" you demanded, crossing your arms. (You like me, don't you?)
Pinda looked completely alarmed, his eyes widening until they resembled porcelain saucers, while a blush erupted across his cheeks, darkening his sun-kissed skin as his brain short-circuited under the weight of your directness. He stammered out a panicked, unconvincing denial that echoed through the quiet street.
"Hain? Nahi!" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. (What? No!)
The look of horror that washed over his features right after his denial only served to fuel your annoyance, making you narrow your eyes at his terrible lying skills. Refusing to let him escape, you took a slow step toward him, causing him to take a step backward, his boots shuffling against the dirt road.
"Te pher mainu ghoorda kyu rehne hai?" you shot back. (Then why do you keep staring at me?)
He looked aghast, as though you had accused him of a crime, his expression morphing into that of a man who desperately wished the ground would split open and swallow him whole into thin air to save him from his misery. His hands gestured wildly through the air as he scrambled to assemble an alibi.
"Haw! Main kado ghoreya tenu," he protested. "Main te bus vekhna va...jive...jive main jassi nu vekhda va!" (Haw! When did I stare at you? I just look at you...like...like how I look at Jassi!)
You stared at him, thoroughly unimpressed as his pathetic excuse hung lamely in the evening air. It was a hopeless attempt at a cover-up, and you couldn't help but marvel at how a boy could be so utterly clueless when it came to affairs of the heart.
"Jassi naal hi vyah karali pher," you deadpanned. (Go marry Jassi then.)
Spinning around on your heel with a dramatic huff, you marched away from him, picking up your speed as you headed toward your house.
Almost immediately, the sound of his rushing footsteps echoed closely behind you, accompanied by his pleading voice calling out your name, a sound that melted your feigned anger and caused a triumphant smile to break across your face as you mentally patted yourself on the back for a job well done.
Just as you rounded the final bend of the dirt path, from which your family home came into clear view, Pinda lunged forward, his large hand gently catching your wrist to turn you around.
The sudden momentum caught you completely off guard, causing you to lose your footing slightly. Instinctively, your free hand flew out to rest against the solid, warm expanse of his chest for stability, while your other arm desperately clutched the heavy textbooks to your torso. His hands gravitated to your waist to steady you, locking you into his orbit.
The warmth of his palms seeped through the thin cotton of your kameez, sending a delicious tingling sensation rushing across your skin and down your spine.
You found yourself looking directly up into his rich brown eyes, that were so full of devotion that you felt yourself getting lost in their depth, the rest of the world fading into background noise.
He looked incredibly nervous, his gaze sacredly roaming over the contours of your face as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, resembling a fish out of water.
Yet, the imperceptible tightening of his hands on your waist as he pulled you a fraction of an inch closer told you everything his lips refused to say.
"Main...Main..." he whispered, his voice trembling as he trailed off. (I... I...)
He quietened once more, the blush on his cheeks intensifying to scarlet as he stared down at you, utterly captivated and thoroughly trapped by his own emotions.
Standing in the quiet warmth of the twilight, looking at his flushed face, you realised better than anyone else that words were completely unnecessary when an entire universe of longing was written across his features.
Gathering every ounce of courage swirling in your chest, you stood on your tiptoes, leaned in, and quickly pressed a soft, sweet peck onto his lips. Before he could even register the kiss, you ripped yourself from his grasp, turned around, and run full-speed towards your house.
As you reached the courtyard, you couldn't resist casting a glance over your shoulder, only to find Pinda still frozen in the exact same spot at the turn of the lane.
He stood there like a beautiful statue, a massive, goofy grin stretched across his face and a far-away, starstruck look in his eyes as if he had been thoroughly enchanted by a spell, a sight that made you giggle with pure delight.
Crossing over your threshold with an uncharacteristic spring in your step, the absurdity of the situation suddenly hit you, bringing a sharp realisation that of all the boys residing in the entire village, your treacherous heart had to go and fall hopelessly in love with your twin brother's best friend.
This caused your euphoria to crash into a wall of panic as the gravity of the situation settled in.
Even though Pinda was essentially an honorary member of your household, you knew with absolute certainty that Jaskirat's sense of brotherly duty would prevent him from ever approving of a relationship between his best friend and his sister.
Jaskirat would inevitably have his concerns, no matter how unfounded or unnecessary they might be in reality.
Pinda's father was a widely feared local drug dealer, a man whose reputation cast an ugly shadow over the poor boy who had been left to navigate this turbulent upbringing alone after his mother tragically passed away when he was only seven years old.
The contrast between his harsh home life and the warmth of your own family had always been stark, making Jaskirat fiercely vigilant about the burdens his best friend carried every single day.
One devastating night, following one of his father's routine, alcohol fuelled ragers, Pinda had been brutally beaten and unceremoniously thrown out into the cold, dark street.
Bruised, broken, and completely abandoned, the young boy had sought refuge in the middle of a lonely, sprawling field, curling into himself until your father miraculously stumbled upon him during a late-night walk.
Without a moment's hesitation, your father had gathered the trembling child into his arms and brought him straight into the sanctuary of your home.
The memory of that fateful night remained vividly etched in your mind. Harleen had immediately set to work, tending to his wounds, her soft hands dabbing away the blood, while your mother rushed to the kitchen to prepare a piping hot, nourishing meal to soothe him.
Throughout it all, Jaskirat had refused to leave his side. Sitting beside his battered friend, he had chatted away to distract Pinda from the stinging burn of the antiseptic.
You, barely understanding the gravity of the situation but overflowing with a child's pure empathy, had darted off to your and Jasleen's shared room, where Jasleen was still fast asleep, to collect every single one of your cherished toys.
Lugging the heavy, colourful pile back into the room, you had excitedly dumped them at his feet, cheerfully declaring that he was welcome to play with all of them for as long as he liked.
That was the exact moment when his tear-filled brown eyes had first clashed with yours, his somber expression cracking just enough to offer you a watery, grateful little smile.
Since that very night, he had become an irreplaceable, permanent staple in your life, seamlessly woven into the fabric of your everyday existence as your parents began treating him as their second son.
Because of this history, Jaskirat had always kept a watchful, almost paternal eye out for Pinda, constantly harbouring a fear that his best friend might eventually succumb to the generational curse and drift down the same path as his father.
Even the day when Jaskirat was set to leave for his training, while Pinda was occupied with consoling your weeping mother, Jaskirat had pulled you aside into a quiet corner.
"Khayal rakhi eda." he had instructed in a whisper, his eyes darting back toward his oblivious best friend. (Take care of him.)
You knew with certainty that Jaskirat loved Pinda with every fiber of his being, possessing a loyalty that ran deeper than blood.
He had always been the first to throw himself into harm's way, physically and verbally standing up for Pinda whenever the cruel village boys maliciously jeered at him, calling him 'smakiye da munda', knowing just how deeply those venomous words sliced through Pinda's heart and pride.
Jaskirat always poured words of encouragement into his ears, fiercely pushing and motivating Pinda to rise above his circumstances and forge an honourable path.
Yet, despite that profound love and unwavering support, you were well aware that a small, anxious part of Jaskirat always secretly feared that Pinda might one day get ruthlessly sucked into the darkness of his father's world.
But you knew Pinda better than anyone else did.
You had mapped the contours of his gentle soul and knew with unshakeable conviction that he possessed too much inherent goodness, to ever let himself go down that destructive road.
As you touched your fingertips to your lips, remembering the solid warmth of his hands on your waist and the breathtaking grin on his face, all your mounting worries evaporated into nothingness.
Jaskirat was miles away at training camp right now, and you decided that you would cross that bridge only when he returned home for his holidays.
That night of your first kiss had taken place roughly six months ago, and the passage of time had done nothing to dim the thrilling rush of your hidden romance.
Now, as you stood tightly pressed against the frame of your bedroom window in the dead of night, staring out into the moonlit darkness, waiting for Pinda to sneak into your room, you pondered the explosive reaction your family would have whenever the truth finally got out.
Right on cue, a familiar silhouette materialised from the shadows of the courtyard, carefully navigating the moonlit path toward your window. As he stepped fully into the silver light, you saw that he was wearing the exact same love-struck grin that always melted your heart.
The very second his eyes locked onto yours, every single one of your lingering doubts and fears instantaneously evaporated into thin air.
You could conquer the entire universe and face any storm your protective family might throw your way, just as long as you had your 'mr. obvious' standing right by your side.
when life gives you a bhondu suitor be Y/N and straight up ask him, “dO yOu LiKe mE 🤨🎤?!”
Le Pinda when Y/N literally cornered him into confessing his feelings 😶🌫️🫠:
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