Chapter 20
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MARRYING KHUSHI
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Part 21
All the ladies were sitting around Payal & Khushi, letting professionals apply mehendi to their hands and feet.
Amma was running around serving cold drinks to the guests. Nani, Anjali, and Mami were having a wonderful time laughing at the jokes cracked by the neighbours and Buaji.
"Payaliyaa, Khussi, let us see if your mehendi is dark or faded red. Tomorrow will tell us if your grooms love you or not!" Preetho's mother teased.
All laughed.
"It will be dark red, Nandkisore!" Buaji said, chuckling. "Our damads are full of parem (prem) and mohabbat!"
Payal blushed and lowered her eyes. If the mehendi could show the depth of their divine love, then it would be very red indeed.
Khushi looked at Payal's blushing face and then looked at her own hands that were being filled with the green-dark brown paste with horror. If the mehendi had to reveal the Rakshas' love for her, then its lines would be invisible! Tomorrow, when Amma & Buaji inspected her hands, they would not see any colour at all! At the most, they would see 'What the!' written there!
"Their mehendi will be very red!" Anjali claimed smiling. "My brothers are not faint of heart!"
All laughed.
Nani said, "Don't think that I am boasting because they are my grandsons, but you won't get more loving husbands than them!"
"Aur naahi to kaa?" Mami added her mite. "Hamre Arnav bitwaa and Akass bitwaa will look after their wives as well as I look after my foreign-returned makeup kitwaa!"
"Just look at them!" Anjali sighed in joy. "Who will ever get more beautiful bhabhis?"
All looked at the brides, one eager and the other, not so eager!
(Khushi)
Anjali's phone rang. It was NK.
"Di, this is sarasar anyaay! I will complain to the Sarokar that you are not letting men attend the mehendi!"
"Daroga, NK Bhai, not sarokar. Sarokar means 'concern'." Anjali sighed.
"It is out of concern that I am making a shikast (defeat)!" NK affirmed.
"Shikayat is the word for 'complain', NK Bhai! Please don't kill Urdu after massacring Hindi!" she pleaded.
"Di, I will kill Urdu if you don't let us attend the mehendi! Aap ko pata he, Akash is looking all sad and pale and Nannav, your pappad ka dukhda is marching along the hall... left... right...left...right!" NK declared.
"Whatever you say, I am not letting you men attend the mehendi, NK Bhai!" Anjali laughed.
NK pouted. "Di, you are so cruel! You have given me a Zukaam!"
"Kya?" Anjali frowned, trying to decipher the meaning. "I gave you a cold?"
"Cold?" NK asked. "How can a wound be cold?"
"Zakhm, NK Bhai, Zakhm!" Anjali sighed. This boy would drive her mad one day!
"Khushi bitiyaa, Payal bitiyaa, both of you look beautiful!" Nani complimented them.
"Bootiphool to hone ki padi, Sasumma! Aphter all, they have to compete with Manorama Raijjada!" Mami teased, adjusting her pink goggles on her nose.
Anjlai looked at both the girls with a naughty twinkle in her eye.
Payal and Khushi were in green lehengas, Khushi wearing a red choli and Payal a green one.
(Payal)
Anjali quickly snapped pictures of the two brides getting their mehendi done on her phone and sent it to Chotey & Akash.
ASR looked at the photo. Khushi & Payal were sitting side by side. Two professionals were drawing designs with mehendi on their palms. Payal was blushing but Khushi looked pale. He swallowed.
Akash blushed as he looked at the photo. Payalji was looking so beautiful!
The lady asked Payal, "Which letter of the alphabet should I write on your palm?"
Payal blushed. "A."
All the ladies laughed.
"So she is going to make Akass bitwaa look for that 'A' on her palm on her wedding night!" laughed Nani.
"Write small!" Mami instructed the lady. "Let Akass bitwaa search all night!"
All laughed.
"Aur aap?" the lady asked Khushi.
"LG...no, R...no, S..." Khushi went through her collection of the choicest names for her groom.
The lady sighed, "Is it L, G, R, or S?"
Khushi opened her mouth to say LG, but paused.
So he was supposed to look for his name on her palm on their wedding night?
She looked at her palm.
If he saw Laad Governaar written there, would it hurt him? Especially as it would remain on her palm for days before finally fading away...
He was everything that she had called him in anger. Laad Governaar! Rakshas! Shaitan! But writing it on her palm!
She saw the ladies eagerly inspecting Jiji's palm to see the 'A' etched there. They would look at her palm too. And if she wrote her name for him, they would see it, and he would be insulted.
Moreover, why should these ladies know what she called him? It was between them! No one else had to know what went on in private between them!
Khushi said firmly, "Please write 'Arnavji' on my palm."
The lady leaned towards her. "The longer the name I write, the easier it will be for him to find it out!" she whispered.
Khushi smiled at her in pity. "You don't know my woh! He will find it even if you write one letter of the alphabet as small as you can make it! He is smarter than a ferret at ferreting out what you don''t want him to know!"
(ASR the naughty ferret)
The lady stared at her.
"You don't worry. I know how to handle him. Aap 'Arnavji' likhiye. Baaki hum dekh lenge!" Khushi reassured her.
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