A Night of Fun… or Disaster?
Ayush and Aryan had one rule when it came to fun: Don't get caught.
But tonight, they were pushing their luck.
It had started as a simple plan—sneak out, take Avni along for fun, and hit the most exclusive nightclub in the city. No rules. No restrictions. No Anirudh breathing down their necks.
Except now, they were in deep trouble.
The Chaos Begins
The music was loud. The lights flashed in rhythmic patterns. The club was packed with people, and for once, Avni felt free.
She danced without a care, laughing as Aryan spun her around. "This is way better than getting tortured by Arnav!"
Ayush smirked, sipping his drink. "See? We’re not that bad of an influence."
But just as they were getting comfortable—things took a turn.
A drunken guy, reeking of alcohol, stumbled toward Avni. "Hey, pretty girl, dance with me."
Avni wrinkled her nose in disgust. "No, thanks."
The guy grabbed her wrist. "C’mon, don’t be shy."
Before she could react, Aryan punched him.
The guy stumbled back, cursing. His friends immediately surrounded them.
Ayush groaned. "Oh, great. Here we go."
Avni crossed her arms. "I could’ve handled it."
Aryan wiped his knuckles. "Yeah? Well, I got tired of waiting."
The drunk guy growled. "You little—"
His friend swung at Aryan.
Ayush barely had time to pull him back before a full-on club brawl erupted.
Tables flipped. Drinks spilled. People screamed.
And right in the middle of it—Avni threw a punch.
The Worst Part?
Just when they thought they had escaped the worst of it, the music stopped.
A deep, familiar voice cut through the chaos.
"What. The. Hell. Is. This?"
The siblings froze.
At the entrance of the club, dressed in his usual black suit, stood Anirudh.
And beside him? Arnav.
Avni swallowed hard.
Aryan muttered, "We’re dead."
Ayush sighed. "Yep. 100% dead."
Avni tried to smile. "So… we can explain?"
Arnav’s eyes were cold. "You better."
Anirudh’s jaw was clenched. "After we get home."
Avni groaned. This was not going to end well.
To Be Continued…