Falling In Love With My Brother-In-Law ( M×M )

Meet And Greet  Before you start reading this story, please understand that this is a work of pure fiction. Anything resembling the real world is just a coincident. I have no intention of offending anyone or any group. This whole story is nothing but just fiction. I can be gentle when you want and rough when you need. Anil's P O V : " Anil Beta ", my mama shouted from outside, and I went towards her. " Help me carry these boxes inside ", my mama said, and I went down to lend her a hand. " Careful, there are sweets in there ", my mama said, and I nodded my head. I carried three boxes of sweets inside the house and placed them in the kitchen. " Mama, don't you think three boxes of sweets are a bit too much ? " I asked my mother who was drinking a glass of water. " Are you mad ? They belong to a very rich family. It's only our good luck that a rich family like them is interested in a middle-class family like us. So we should do everything in our power to make them feel special. Your Didi will live a very good life if everything goes well ", my mama said, and left the kitchen probably to supervise other work. I never understood this concept of marriage. According to me, the person himself matters the most, rather than his income or his family. My elder sister Anjali just turned twenty-three last month and now some people have been coming to our house for a meet and greet. Both my mama and papa were very happy because they could not believe that a rich family like the Malhotras were interested in a middle-class family like us. I am the middle child Anil Sharma, twenty-one years old, followed by my youngest sister Arohi, who will turn eighteen in a few months. We were a family of seven, including our grandparents. My father was the elder son, so my grandparents mostly stayed with us. My father was a clerk in the nearby government postal office. His salary was just enough to live a manageable life. That's why, since childhood, all of us have been taught to study harder and get a decent job that pays more than enough money. From an early age, me and my sisters were always taught to keep in focus and to be responsible. Maybe that's why all of us turned out like this. My sister was very good at dancing and singing but my parents disapproved of it, saying we were decent people and dancing would bring nothing but shame to our family. I was so intrigued by painting, but my dreams died when my parents said painting was just a hobby and I couldn't make a living out of it, so I should focus on my studies rather than wasting my time on these silly things. Sometimes all of us do understand my parents, but sometimes they are both just too much. Ever since my didi turned twenty-one, mama started teaching her all these things that would make her a great wife. At first my didi was a little against all this but later she changed her mind. I could not figure out what happened that changed her mind, but she became a completely different person. Our parents started searching for a suitable groom for her about six months ago and now they were very happy when a rich family showed their interest in my sister. The last two days had been nothing but a great headache for everyone. From dusting to cleaning, changing screens, everyone was busy doing something. Our whole house had gone through a complete make-over just to impress them. Everyone was excited about this and they hoped that people who were coming to see my didi would accept her as their daughter-in-law. " Anil ", my mama shouted again and broke me out of my trance. " Yes mama ", I said while walking towards her. " Just make sure everything is ready. We can't afford a single mistake ", mama said, and I nodded my head. I checked everything once again. From beverages to sweets and snacks, everything was in stock. My didi was getting ready and she should be done in another ten or twenty minutes. Our house was perfectly arranged. I made sure to put new and designed covers on the sofa and pillows. " Everything is fine mama ", I yelled back, and went to my room to change. I had been moving back and forth since I woke up and hadn't had anytime for a shower. I stepped inside the shower and the moment cold water touched my face, I immediately relaxed. I let the water do it'd charm. I thoroughly washed my hair and cleaned myself. After a nice shower, I came out of the bathroom. I heard the sound of vehicles and went over to my window. Since I lived on the second floor, I could easily see people going in or out of my house. I saw about five people getting off of the car but one of them caught my eyes. I never told anyone about this that I preferred men over women. The guy was wearing jeans with a white shirt. A well built body and perfectly styled hair. I couldn't see his face clearly, but just a glance at him made my heart beat faster. I immediately put on jeans and a black shirt. I left my hair messy and disheveled. Before going downstairs, I looked at myself in the mirror and made sure that I was in my best appearance. I quickly descended the stairs and reached the hall. I saw my mama requesting them to sit and they obliged. After everyone was finally seated, they started small talk. I was just standing there, not listening to their conversations, as I was lost in my own world of imagination; thinking about the day when I will get married to the man of my dreams. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my palm and that broke me out of my trance. I saw it was my mother. " What ? " I asked her with a gesture. She pointed me towards the kitchen and I understood what she was talking about. I quickly went into the kitchen and poured the soft drinks into the exclusive royal drink set. I carried the first one and one of my sister's friends carried the other set. " He is our son, Anil Sharma ", my mother said, introducing me, and I nodded my head. " Your son is quite handsome ", the groom's mother, I suppose, said, and I choked on my saliva while everyone else laughed loudly. " I am sorry on behalf of my mother ", said a voice, and I was mesmerized by how deep and sexy his voice was. Not only did he look like a model, his voice was also deep and intriguing. I felt my heart start beating louder again, so after serving the drinks, I excused myself and went to check on my didi. I smiled a little when I saw how beautiful she was looking in her yellow saree. Her long hair fell on her back like waves of ocean. " They are here ", I said, and everyone was delighted. " When should I enter then ? ", Didi asked me. " Mom will call you ", I said, and went to the hall where everyone was talking. " I have heard enough from all of you. Now let me introduce us. I am Sarita Malhotra and this is my husband, Nirmal Malhotra. This is my elder son Varun and that's my younger son Arun ", she said and my face fell. That meant the guy I saw was her elder son Varun and they were all in our house because of him. He was here to see my sister. I found out he was now handling his father's company. From his studies, hobbies, behavior, it seemed like he was a nice guy and would take care of my sister. Even though I was momentarily sad because I kind of developed a crush on him just by seeing him, I was happy for my sister. If everything goes well, then my sister would live a very comfortable life and that's what I wanted the most. A few minutes later, my sister came and everyone praised her. They got busy chatting and Varun and my didi went to a room so that they could have some privacy. My mama insisted that all of them should stay for lunch and they stayed. Everyone had a nice lunch and after that they left in the evening. Everyone was happy and kind of approved this union. My didi was also smitten by Varun. I mean who wouldn't ? Varun was perfect, just like my didi. Even my mother started saying both of them were a match made in heaven. Everyone had a nice dinner, since mama was in a good mood and made everyone's favorite dishes. After a long day, I finally closed my eyes and fell into slumber. ( Didi is a respectful form of address to elder sisters )