Xandeir's Perspective
After her brothers introduced themselves, they ushered me to a couch and made themselves comfortable in various directions. It was evident they showered her with a lot of attention.
"Dad, please, you're making a fuss," Divya slightly raised her voice. Her troubled expression and furrowed brows only added to her allure.
I sighed and sat with one leg crossed over the other. It was quite a hassle. I understood; no father wants to witness a certain reaction while he's about to ask questions concerning his daughter.
But could I really help it?
"Young lady, did I say anything to you?" her father asked sternly.
Divya promptly settled into her seat, quiet as a mouse.
"Have a seat and witness your lover boy answering some simple questions," his brother remarked.
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