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As a young and stunning 21-year-old, I’ve at all times had a vivid imagination when it comes to fantasizing about different men. From the young and adventurous to the mature and experienced, there have been countless men who have captured my desires. However, never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be consumed by thoughts of my own brother-in-law. It’s safe to say that my wildest fantasy was about to become a thrilling reality.

Let me paint you a picture. I’m an international student studying in the prestigious halls of Oxford University, but my roots lie in Mumbai, India. Specifically, South Bombay, or as we locals like to call it, SoBo. Now, before you jump to conclusions, let me set the record straight. Yes, SoBo has a reputation for being home to the elite and affluent, but not all of us are spoiled brats. Take me, for instance, I’ve never let my background define me, despite my elder sister, Ananya, and cousin, Alanna, falling into the normal SoBo stereotype.

Ananya, a jaw-dropping 26-year-old Bollywood beauty, followed the path of becoming an influencer after graduating with a fashion degree in London. Together with her charming husband, Ivor, who happens to be an influential photographer, they are the epitome of a hot and romantic power couple. While Ivor exudes sweetness and humility, Ananya’s camera-friendly innocence hides a snooty side. Sadly, neither of them can match the intellect that runs in our blood, except for Alanna’s younger brother, Ahaan, who possesses an unfathomable intelligence that surpasses any conventional measure. However, let’s not beat around the bush – he’s not exactly a sight for sore eyes.

Reflecting on a hazy summer before 11th grade, fueled by a spin-the-bottle drinking game, I cannot help but cringe at my own adolescent antics. It was my turn, and the bottle landed on none other than Ahaan, my own cousin. In a moment of youthful recklessness, I planted an ill-advised kiss on his lips, all for the sake of a foolish bet. Little did I know that in the game of love, one must often encounter a few frogs before finding their Prince Charming.

But let’s not get caught up in the past. We are three sisters: the elder Ananya, a Bollywood starlet; myself, Elena, the 21-year-old prodigy with dreams of academic excellence and the Rhodes fellowship; and our younger sister, Rysa, an 18-year-old music aficionado studying in the vibrant heartbeat of New York City. Rysa possesses a rare quality in our family – a refreshing humility that is all too often overshadowed by the wannabe tendencies displayed by those of us yearning for acceptance in the high-pressure SoBo society. The social circles we navigate can be relentlessly judgmental, particularly when it comes to teenagers seeking their place in the world. Witnessing the pain caused by this superficial world firsthand, I’ve grown to appreciate how humbling life can be, even for my once-entitled sister, Ananya, who learned her lessons in the unforgiving realm of Bollywood.

Now, if you happen to be a Bollywood insider with connections to the legendary Shah Ruth Khan, then stepping into the world of stardom is as easy as breathing. It came as no surprise when Ananya secured a grand film debut with a prominent Dharma Productions musical. However, what truly perplexed me, and continues to do so, is how she managed to capture the heart of her then boyfriend, now husband, Aditya Roy Kapur.

Please forgive my candidness, but Aditya stands as the pinnacle of her achievements. Among the SoBo elite, it is widely agreed that Ananya triumphed in life by marrying the talented and undeniably handsome heartthrob of Bollywood. It’s not just his chiseled physique, reminiscent of a Greek god, that captivates the masses. Aditya embodies exceptional talent, charisma, and above all else, genuine goodness. No, I’m not referring to the clichéd “nice guy” persona. I’m talking about a man who encompasses every admirable quality one could envision. Attractive, standing tall at six feet three inches, intelligent, talented – the list goes on. If there were a rating system, he would undoubtedly score one hundred out of ten.

Ever since I first laid eyes on him as a young teenager, I nursed an massive celebrity crush that seemed destined to remain unrequited. After all, what were the odds that my sister would marry the man of my dreams? It never made sense to me. Aditya deserved a partner who matched his intellect, beauty, kindness, and humility. Someone who could fully comprehend his desires and provide the level of maturity that my sister, in her blissful ignorance, could never satisfy. But alas, life works in mysterious methods.

While my parents reveled in the union, basking in the glory of having such an accomplished, successful, and intelligent son-in-law, I couldn’t help but wonder. Why him? Why couldn’t he have fallen for someone of his own age, someone who shared his level of maturity? Such thoughts may seem harsh, given that Ananya is my flesh and blood, but I struggled to discover her deserving of a man like Aditya. He deserved perfection, inside and out. His presence, a prince among normal men, elevated any room he entered.

Aditya and I shared a unique bond as in-laws. I often confided in him, venting my frustrations about my elder sister’s past misdeeds. Bless his understanding heart for forgiving the mistakes Ananya made during her high college years, even if they hadn’t known each other back then. Personally, I don’t possess the same forgiving spirit. Witnessing my sister’s tormenting behavior towards those less fortunate than us, her cruel treatment of boys she deemed disposable, I couldn’t help but despise her in those moments. Yet, Aditya, with his innate kindness, saw past her flaws and accepted her for who she had become. I admired him from afar, daydreaming about the unreachable star that he was.

Try as I might, I couldn’t ignore the growing attraction between us. I fought relentlessly to suppress these forbidden desires, convinced that it was all a figment of my overactive imagination. As a student of psychology, I understood the complexities of the human mind all too well. But when Ananya and Aditya made their visits to our family home, the universe conspired to intertwine our paths in methods I had never anticipated.

To set the stage, it was during the colorful festival of Holi, a celebration that demands playfulness and a hint of naughtiness. I, an introverted nerd, had little interest in being touched by a multitude of people, be it family or strangers. Yet, at the urging of my parents, I begrudgingly embraced the festivities, donning a white t-shirt and matching shorts.

Alanna, at all times one to seize attention, wore a provocatively skimpy white skirt set, shamelessly engaging in intimate moments with Ivor amidst the crowd. Their playful and seductive interaction made it evident that their love ran deep. It was at this moment that my elder sister and her captivating husband stepped into the scene, fully adorned in traditional Indian attire…

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