13 Wedding
Part 13 Wedding (Long Update)
Taking the signed document from Garima, Khushi handed her another document.
"What is this?" Garima asked.
"We already talked about it"
Garima gulped down. Snatching it from her hand, she signed it as she didn't want to talk about it in front of Anjali. Swaraj also signed after throwing an angry glare at Khushi. Khushi took that from them. Lavanya slightly pulled the paper from her hand, reading her expression. Khushi gave it to her without minding about anything. Lavanya and also Anjali was shocked reading the document. It stated that,
*GUPTAS WILL NOT BE RELATED TO KHUSHI IN ANY WAY AFTER HER MARRIAGE*
Anjali understood one thing through the document, that Khushi was purely forced into the marriage. Lavanya must be right. They would do anything for money it seems. That made her nervous. Khushi was not getting married to Arnav wholeheartedly. She was doing that for her mother and brother.
Khushi took the document from Anjali's hand. She wanted Anjali to know her REAL condition. Khushi wanted Anjali to understand Anjali was the sole reason for this wedding. If she didn't put money in front of her mother, this wedding would not have happened. Khushi wanted Anjali to know that Khushi will not go back to Gupta House no matter what. Of course, Anjali understood her role in Khushi's life... it was the biggest role.
"Tomorrow, we will come with Shagun," Anjali said.
"Jee..." Garima said.
"Before Friday, please complete the rituals. I will send all the needed things to Khushi" Anjali said.
Garima nodded ok.
"We are leaving," Anjali said.
"Bye, Khushi" Lavanya said.
Khushi nodded ok.
Guptas sent them off.
Khushi was about to go to her room,
"Do you think you can live without our help?" Garima asked.
"I don't need your help"
"Do you forget what Sara said? Arnav will forget you if he gets his memory back. He is a multi-millionaire... he won't accept you as his wife. Anjali already gave us money for the loss. She won't support you. You should have to come back here only. Don't forget that"
"I'm glad that you understood what you are doing. Yet... you are doing this for money. Do it... God bless you"
She went to her room and locked the door.
Swaraj opened the bag and his eyes sparkled greedily. He took a two-thousand-rupee bundle.
"I'm taking this..."
"Do you know how much is that? It's two lakhs"
"So what? We are going to be related to Raizadas. Look at my bike. How could I come to Raizada mansion by this? Don't we have a reputation?"
"So?"
"I'm going to buy a bike..."
"Two lakhs for a bike?"
"Not only for that. I have borrowed money from my friends. I have to give that."
"But..."
"Amma, don't ask me silly questions. Just behave like a millionaire..."
His sentence brought a smile to Garima's face. Using the chance, Swaraj left the house. Garima huffed in relief. Thank God, Swaraj didn't know about the WHOLE amount. Or else, he could not be controlled. Closing the main door, she went to Khushi's room and knocked on her room door. Khushi opened the door. Before Garima asked her for money, Khushi kept the bag outside the room and closed the door again. Garima took the bag sighing and walked to her room.
The next day
Raizadas came to GH for the Shagun. Garima and Swaraj welcomed them with a welcome drink. Khushi came to the living room and greeted them, joining her hands.
"Sit with us Bitiya" Nani said.
Khushi sat with them. Raizadas provided many pieces of jewelry sets and sarees as gifts to Khushi. Anjali kept vermillion on her forehead and completed the formalities.
"You know very well about Arnav's condition. He has a very big reputation in society. We can't let people know about his present condition. So, we are planning to do the wedding within us" Shyam said.
"Don't worry. We are also not going to invite anyone from our side. My only friend will come to the wedding. That's all" Garima said.
Shyam nodded ok. Raizadas took leave from Guptas.
The wedding preparations started in full swing. Khushi could not avoid going to the temple with Garima for Kul Devi Pooja. She was silent throughout the Pooja but we can't say she didn't talk to Devi Maiya.
*I thought my Devi Maiya will never give up on me. I thought you will show me the right path even in my hard times. But whatever happened in my life did not make sense. I'm facing the toughest issues, no one could. I don't know WHY ME.*she closed her eyes.
That's when she heard someone saying,
"Don't think, WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME? Just think EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING FOR A REASON"
Khushi opened her eyes jerking and saw the Pandit talking to a woman.
"There is a purpose for every life on the earth. However, our purpose of coming to the world will get fulfilled no matter what. At first, you can't understand the reason but one day you will get to know why it happened. You should pass the toughest phase of life to get the best. What is assigned to you will come to you by hook or by crook. Don't forget one thing. The director... I mean God will give the toughest role to his best actor. Don't doubt her power. Just accept the reality and go with the flow, realizing who you are"
Khushi was looking at the Pandit as if he was answering the questions she asked Devi Maiya. Was that what DM wanted to tell her? That was what her purpose was? Did she come to the world to get married to Arnav? But what could be the reason to marry a mental patient? What could she do with a mental patient who was not even in his sense? She felt weary as she could understand nothing.
"Shall we go?" Asked Garima.
Khushi walked and said nothing, thinking about Pandit's words.
The next day, Anjali sent a beautician to GH. Khushi didn't deny it. The beautician started drawing mehndi in her palm. She stopped and asked,
"Shall I write the Groom's name?"
Khushi could sense hesitation in her tone. Maybe, Anjali would have insisted the beautician not force her to draw Arnav's name on her palm. Khushi nodded yes. To make her guess right, Anjali called Khushi after some time.
"Thank you, Khushi"
"Thanks for?"
"For drawing Arnav's name on your palm"
Khushi said nothing. That disappointed Anjali. She thought Khushi will say, 'IT'S MY DUTY' but nope. In fact, Khushi herself didn't know, what state she was in. Without knowing the depth of the issue, she was not ready to give any hope to anyone. She wanted to make herself clear first. Then only she can make others clear, right?
The next day, Anjali sent Haldi to GH. Of course, it touched Arnav before reaching GH. As usual, he was made semiconscious and Anjali applied Haldi on his cheek. Then she sent it to GH.
All the formal rituals were over. Raizadas and Guptas were ready for the wedding. Khushi packed her things in a bag. She just took sarees given by Raizadas. She didn't take anything from Guptas and left everything there.
RM
Raizadas welcomed Guptas. Khushi wondered seeing the grandly decorated RM. They didn't lessen anything even though Arnav was a mental patient. She liked the importance they gave to Arnav.
"Lavanya, take Khushi to your room"
"Let's go Khushi"
Khushi walked with Lavanya. Anjali came with a bridal Lehanga and handed it to Khushi.
"Wear this Khushi"
Khushi took it from Anjali and went to the washroom to get changed. She came out with a folded saree that she was wearing.
"Would you like to have something, Khushi? Shall I bring coffee?"
"No, Lavanya..."
"Did you eat anything?"
"Yeah..."
Lavanya felt bad as Khushi didn't talk to her like before. She didn't know she was not talking to anyone like before.
Pandit started chanting hymns. Garima and Swaraj were standing in front of the small altar. Pandit asked to bring the Groom. A few servants brought semiconscious Arnav to the alter. He looked dizzy with half-closed eyes.
"Call the bride," Pandit said.
Anjali called Lavanya and asked to bring Khushi to the alter. Khushi came with Lavanya to the stage. At the same time, Sara entered RM. Khushi rushed to her and touched her feet to take blessings.
"She took my blessings in the morning itself" Garima smiled at Anjali awkwardly.
Anjali knew she was lying. Yet, she smiled. Shyam's face changed, seeing Sara in RM. Sara also saw Shyam and was surprised.
"Shyam, sir, you?"
"This is my in-law's house. Groom is my brother-in-law. You?"
"I'm Khushi's aunty"
"Oh... "
"I wonder how this wedding is happening when the famous advocate is here?"
"Just like, how you are attending the marriage, Ma'am"
Sara sighed.
"I'm also a situational prisoner like you," Shyam said.
Khushi went to the stage looking at Arnav whose hair had been combed like a Pre-KG kid but the beard has not been shaved yet. He was wearing a half-white sherwani. She sat next to Arnav. Anjali and Lavanya held Arnav from both sides. Shyam stood there to help them if needed.
The Pandit forwarded the mangal sutra to them. Anjali made Arnav hold the chain and made him wear it on Khushi's neck. So did she make him fill her partition with vermillion? When Arnav did that, he mumbled something that was inaudible. Maybe, meaningless. Khushi was gazing at him sternly. Anjali called the servant and asked them to take Arnav to his room. They lifted him up and took him to his room.
Garima and Swaraj left RM taking their leave. Sara hugged Khushi emotionally and kissed her forehead.
"Be brave"
Khushi nodded ok.
"Call me if needed. I will be there for you"
"I know aunty"
"See you"
"Bye"
Sara left. Anjali came to Khushi.
"Khushi, come with me" Anjali said.
Khushi walked with Anjali. Her heart started rushing. Anjali was going to drop her in Arnav's room. Being his wife, she ought to be with him. But, Khushi wondered as Anjali took her to some other room. Khushi stood at the doorstep of the room. The room looked classy and stylish.
"This is our Chotte's room. From here on, this is your room too."
Khushi was looking at Anjali unbelievably.
"I will send your dinner here. Take rest... we will talk tomorrow" Anjali smiled.
Khushi nodded ok. Locking the door Khushi stepped in. She felt something different when she entered in. It was not hard for her to understand Arnav's taste. He must be a Majestic man, no doubt. She sat on the king-size bed with hesitation. she turned her face to the right side and her heart skipped its beat, seeing Arnav's big size photo on the wall. She stood jerking. Was he Arnav? Yes, no doubt, he was indeed Arnav. How handsome he was...! What a beautiful and captivating smile...! How style he had been...! Khushi was stunned. Her heart started beating fast seeing his conversing eyes.
To be continued...
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