33 Wedding Preparations
Part 33 Wedding Preparations
Arnav came to the room following Khushi. He closed the door all smiling.
"Is that you who made Shyam Bhai shout at me?" Khushi asked.
"Why are you asking me? Go and ask your Shyam Bhai" Arnav said shrugging his shoulders.
"I know you are the one who did that," she said pouting.
Arnav folded his hands.
"Haan... it's me...so?"
"I really hate you"
"Really...?" he chuckled.
Khushi glared at him.
"What's necessary for the word REALLY? What are you trying to hint? You could have simply said, I hate you... why did you say I REALLY (he stressed)hate you? Are you trying to make yourself believe that you hate me?" he asked teasingly.
Khushi rolled her eyes.
"I know you like me"
"Oh really?"
"Really..."
"Poor you..." she laid on the bed.
"Khushi..."
She plainly looked at him.
"Shall I lay down on the bed?"
Khushi widened her eyes.
"However we are getting married...within a few days, we will become husband and wife then why should I lay down on this hard recliner?"
"I will shout if you come to the bed..." she threatened.
Arnav laughed.
"You are so naïve, Khushi... what will you tell people? Will you say my husband is trying to sleep with me on the same bed?"
"You are not my husband..."
"But, for the world, we are..."
"According to the agreement, we are not..."
"According to the agreement, I can even misbehave with you..." he said controlling his smile.
Getting down from the bed, Khushi rushed to him raising her hand to hit him. Though Arnav didn't expect it he ran here and there laughingly. Suddenly, Khushi hissed, clutching her wounded hand.
"Khushi..." Arnav rushed to her and examined her hand with concern.
He saw her painful face.
"Hit me if you want..." taking her hand, he raised her hand to hit himself.
Khushi pulled her hand.
"Why? Husbands should not be hit?" he asked teasingly.
"Arnavji..." she turned wearily.
Arnav clutched her hand and stopped her from moving.
"Is it paining?"
She nodded yes.
"Slightly..."
"Call me if you want to hit me... I will get it from you. Don't stress yourself."
"Anyhow, you are not going to stop teasing me... right?"
Arnav nodded no, pressing his lips.
"I should not have come here..."
"But, you came..."
She went to the bed making face and laid down.
"You have not answered my question yet"
"Good night" she covered herself with the quilt.
Arnav leaned on the recliner smilingly.
The next morning
Shyam knocked on Arnav's room door. Arnav opened it and looked at Shyam questioningly.
"Actually, Khushi has to go to the hospital today," Shyam said.
"Oh..."
"Shall I take Khushi to the hospital or will you take her?"
Khushi who came from the washroom stood, hearing that.
"Actually, she has to get cured soon because she should be fit and fine for the wedding rituals," Shyam said.
Khushi widened her eyes gulping down.
"She is almost alright..." Arnav said seriously.
"That's great. She will be completely fine if she gets one more injection" Shyam said.
"I will take her to the hospital," Arnav said.
"Ok..." Shyam left the place.
Arnav looked at Khushi who pouted wearily.
"Get ready... for the hospital and also for the wedding rituals," he said seriously.
Khushi stood, glaring at him.
"Ok... go with your Bhai..."
"No... I will get ready" she said making face.
"Good"
Arnav took Khushi to the hospital. Khushi had her check-up and also an injection.
"Doctor, Khushi has to perform many rituals... she has to be fit and fine to do that," Arnav asked the doctor.
"I have given an injection. The wound will heal soon"
He looked at Khushi.
"You will be alright Mrs. Raizada," the doctor said.
Khushi smiled awkwardly.
"Thank you so much, doctor"
"Follow the medicines" the doctor insisted.
"I will look after her, Doctor," Arnav said.
They left the hospital. Arnav stopped the car at the main gate of RM.
"I'm going to AR. I have to take leave from the work in the upcoming days for our wedding. So, I will be busy for two days because Aman will also be engaged with rituals."
Khushi opened the door and about to get down, Arnav called her.
"Khushi..."
She looked at him. She expected him to tease her as always but Arnav asked her a serious question.
"Don't you like me?"
Khushi got stuck for a while.
"I like you so much Arnavji... but..."
Arnav stopped her showing his palm.
"Enough... I don't want to hear anything more than that"
"but, Arnavji..."
"I told you..."
"I have not completed what I wanted to... I like you so much... I respect you so much... it doesn't mean..."
Cutting her,
"I too respect you so much... I too like you so much...what's the difference between our feelings, Khushi?"
"I don't know why did you change all of a sudden"
"Will it be fine if I change a little by little?" he smirked.
Without answering his teasing question, Khushi got down from the car and walked in. Arnav started the car smilingly.
When Khushi came inside, she saw Raizada women selecting sarees in the living room.
"Khushiji, come here..." Anjali called her.
Khushi went to them and sat on the couch, beside Lavanya.
"What did the doctor say, Khushi bitiya?" Nani asked.
"He injected me, Naniji. Said I will be alright"
"Select a few sarees you like," Nani said.
"No, Naniji... I already have enough"
"Do you think we don't have?" Manorama asked.
"No no, Mamiji... I didn't mean it"
"Then what? Chose a few sarees... do it for us if not for yourself" Anjali said.
"Let me select for Khushi," Lavanya said and started selecting sarees.
Khushi looked at her wondering. Lavanya selected a dozen sarees for Khushi.
"Lavanya, please... why are you doing this?" Khushi whispered.
"Arrey, Khushi, you are going to be Raizada Bahu... don't forget that," Lavanya said casually, making Khushi dumbfounded.
Khushi looked at Lavanya newly who spoke in a new way. What happened to Lavanya?
"Very good selection, Lavanya... those sarees suit Khushiji," Anjali said.
"Anjaliji, I don't want this much" Khushi said hurriedly.
"Arrey, why are you behaving like a guest?" Manorama asked.
Before she answered,
"She is so simple, aunty...that's why..." Lavanya said.
"You cannot be simple all the time, Khushi bitiya. You are Mrs. ASR. don't forget that" Nani said.
Khushi smiled awkwardly.
"Take them to your room," Nani said.
"I will help Khushi to take them to her room as her hand has not healed yet" Lavanya stood, taking the sarees.
Khushi followed Lavanya. Khushi closed the door after entering the room.
"What's this Lavanya? Why are you doing this?"
"what I did, Khushi?" Lavanya asked as if she knew nothing.
"Why did you choose these many sarees for me?"
"Naniji and Mamiji wanted you to choose... so, I helped you"
"But..."
"Why are you reacting this way, Khushi? it's just a matter of sarees..." she said casually.
Khushi didn't know what to say. Yes, it's just a matter of sarees... but why does she feel a difference in Lavanya's behavior?
"Lavanya, what do you feel about this wedding and all?"
"I'm damn happy and Aman is happier than me"
"I'm not talking about your marriage but mine and Arnavji's"
"Yeah... I thought you won't agree to the marriage. But, you agreed when Shyma Bhai asked you. I'm happy about it. By the way, why did you agree to the wedding Khushi?" Lavanya questioned her as she sensed that Khushi is suspecting her.
Khushi was silent. Yes, it was she who agreed to the wedding. Then why would she question Lavanya? What can she do when Shyam asked her in front of the whole family? Did she have a choice to deny? She didn't think so.
To be continued...
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