ArHi:Shaadi, Aur Woh Bhi Tumse?Ch12Pg50 *PMsLater - Page 10

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from where did lavanya came, n wht do u mean arnav can't refuse to marry her(lavanya or khushi), who is her in that sentence.plz story is going awesome don't get lavanya in b/w now may be later.

Lavanya??? What??? Am confused... 😕

super cute and funny!..continue soon

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The first thing Arnav saw when he entered the small house in Laxmi Nagar was the smile on Khushi's face; it was a little too impish for his taste. The feeling it gave Arnav was unsettling and he found himself being more aware of his surroundings. Shaking that feeling off, Arnav said his namasteys to Madhumati, Shashi and Garima.

When the small talk was over and everyone was seated at the dinner table, Nani decided it was safe to breach the topic that they were there to discuss. All the chitter chatter stopped as soon as Nani cleared her throat.

"Arnav bitwa, this dinner is an intervention." Boy, Nani sure knew how to drop a bomb.

Arnav coughed, due to him choking on his rice, after that statement. Khushi, noticing no one was doing anything to help his choking gave him her glass of water (At which point Anjali's eyes were tearing up due to her happiness) Once Arnav's cough subsided he looked at his grandmother, rather confusedly. He repeated her statement as a question, "An intervention?"

"Yes. You are twenty eight years old, and aren't getting any younger. It is high time you get married." Nani said rather sternly, not once did her firm gaze waver from Arnav's angered glare. She watched Arnav clench his jaw then look around the table in embarrassment. She could tell that her Chotey did not like the setting she chose for this particular topic of discussion. Oh well she thought, he's just going to have to deal with it.

"Nani" He managed to grit out, "Can we not discuss this elsewhere?"

"Elsewhere Chotey? ELSEWHERE? My old life is almost coming to an end, I am trying to talk to you about an important stepping stone of your life, and all you have to comment on is the location?" She cried out rather dramatically. "Even nineteen year old Khushi is looking for a nice man to settle down with!"

"Actually Nani Ji, I'm eighteen." Khushi could not help but interject whilst she innocently bat her eyelashes at Arnav. He, in turn, looked absolutely murderous.

Anjali, Garima and Madhumati got out of their chairs to comfort a distraught Nani. Anjali shot her little brother a look that could kill.

"We knew you were going to say something like this Chotey."

"But Di, why don't you understand that in this point in my life I don't see myself getting married. And that's final." Arnav put his foot down, and he was not stepping back. This was an argument he refused to lose.

"That's too bad Chotey, we had many high hopes regarding your marriage. And look at the state that Nani is in. Can't you see that how your actions affect us?" Anjali helped her grandmother to a glass of water all the while rubbing her back in soothing circles. Arnav briefly wondered how his sister could yell at him and comfort his over dramatic Nani.

"Fine, if that's how you are going to be, don't get married. Just let me die with a perfectly eligible bachelor grandson in the house!" She opened one of her eyes (which were supposedly closed in utter anguish) and snuck a look at her grandson. She could tell his resolve was breaking, it was time for the last step.

Arnav rushed to his maternal grandmother, moving Madhumati, Garima and Anjali out of the way, when she started coughing uncontrollably, looking as if she was about to pass out at any given minute. Khushi came to the rescue once again with a glass of water.

"Nani, if I agree to marriage, will you promise to take care of your health?"

"Yes beta. I promise." She touched his cheek, Arnav put his hand over hers.

"Fine" He let out a resigned sigh, "I'll do it, I'll get married."

His eardrums almost exploded from all the cheers of joy after that. Amidst all the laughter, he distinctly heard a voice yell, "Khushi bitiya! Go get the mithaai!"

"Sorry Bauji. But the groom to be is not allowed sugar." Arnav stared at Khushi in amazement at the iciness of her tone. Sure they'd fought a lot but never, ever did she speak in that way. He was soon brought out of his thoughts by a shrill, high pitched voice. Funny, that sounded strangely like …

Oh no.

Arnav hastily turned around and came face to face with his nightmare.

"Chotey meet your future wife."

Lavanya freakin Kashyap.

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hain yeh la kahan se aa gayi yaar
hum sab soch rahe the khushi ki baat karr rahein hain
parantu aap ne yeh bomb girra karr confuse karr diya hai
what the yaar
man is nani good or what
total nautanki naa