Weighing the suitcases
"Khushi, I'll get the weighing scale, can you go get a pen and paper so we can write how much each suitcase weighs?" Arnav asked.
"Okay," Khushi went out of the room in search of pen and paper. Meanwhile Arnav was searching for the weighing scale, he could not, for the life of him, figure out where he had put that damn thing. After,what seemed like eternity, he found it on top of the cupboard.
What the hell is it doing here?? He thought to himself. Never mind, let me just weigh the suitcases quickly. He looked around the room for Khushi. How long does it take to find a pen and paper?? He wondered. I better check the bathroom and make sure she hasn't forgotten anything. Arnav went into the bathroom,closing the door behind him.
It was at this point Arnav made a mistake that most husbands make without realising a mistake has even been made. Arnav was just about to find this out, because one minute later, Khushi came back into the room. She looked around the room, but it was no use, she couldn't find her husband. She saw the weighing scale in front of her, and she was compelled to do what most women do when they see a weighing scale. She decided to weigh herself. She stood on the weighing scale, waited for a couple of seconds and then burst into tears.
Arnav came out of the bathroom, and found his wife standing on the weighing scale with tears streaming down her face and sniffling. Suddenly it all came back to him.
The reason Arnav had put the scales on top of the cupboard was so his dear wife could not reach it because this happened every time. Every single time Khushi saw a weighing scale, she weighed herself and then burst into tears. He didn't know why she kept putting herself through this process; he just assumed it was of those things women did like overthinking little details.
Arnav mentally kicked himself. Time for some damage control, he thought to himself as he walked towards his wife.
"Khushi? What happened?!?!" Arnav asked, even though he knew the answer and even though he knew the next words that were going to come out of Khushi's mouth. It was part of the whole process, to say anything else would be marital suicide.
"I'm *sniff sniff* FAAATTT!!" Khushi wailed.
"What?!? Where's this coming from?!" Arnav asked acting shocked. He thought he was getting pretty good at this whole routine now, he'd been through it enough times.
"I'm 60 Kilos!!!! I was 55 kilos before we got married. I'M FFAAATTT!!" she wailed.
"Khushi, calm down, you're not fat!" Arnav exclaimed.
"You really think so??" Khushi looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. Arnav took her in his arms and hugged her. Khushi snuggled into the warm embrace of her husband.
"Of course! Has Arnav Singh Raizada ever lied to you?!?!" Arnav asked.
"No, i suppose not..." Khushi replied smiling.
They continued to hug, until Arnav was sure Khushi had stopped crying.
"Shall we weigh the bags now??"
"Okay..."
They weighed the bags and everything seemed to be fine, and then khushi remembered something. Something important. Salmaan Khan-ji.
"No khushi. We are not taking Salmaan Khan with us!"
"But he'll get lonely!!"
"I don't care! I refuse to take him with us! It's bad enough he's in our bedroom, watching us all the time! If you want to take Salmaan Khan with us then I get to take a picture of Prianca Chopra!"
"You are NOT taking a picture of Prianca Chopra on holiday with us!!"
"Good, it's settled then. We won't take either."
I'm sorry if you guys found it short, the next one will be longer
i'm trying to do this in stages of the holiday process that we all go through, So the next part will be checking in,
I would like to clarify at this point, that I am not married, and i don't really know if this actually happens or not, I just put it in for entertainment.
I hope it made you laugh 😉
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Edited by Loveheart120 - 13 years ago
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