Riya had been married into the Sharma family for two years. Her husband, Aarav, traveled frequently for work, leaving her in the care (or rather, clutches ) of her younger brother-in-law, Karan — aka Devar ji .
Karan’s expression shifted from confusion to horror to embarrassment as the lyrics sank in.
“Oh, but it is,” she grinned. “You’ve been promoted from devar to full-time security. Viral bhi ho gaye tum.”
“Bhabhi! This is not funny!”
“Bhabhi… fine. I’ll give you some space. But only if you teach me that hook step.”
She played the reel on full volume.
