SS Manvi and Virat from the beginning part15,16 - Page 51

Manvi's POV

Bloody hell!!!! Has Virat Vadhera lost it?

I quickly pushed him out before mom could see him and shut the door behind me.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked confused by my reaction.

"You are asking me? What is wrong with you?" I yelled at him.

"Manvi, is Virat here yet?" I heard mom yell from the kitchen. Man she has a great timing! Lets deal with crazy, stupid, dumass Vadhera first.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked him annoyed.

He again looked around confused by my reaction, "Have you lost it? Excuse me." He tried to push me out of his way.

"Why the hell are you dressed up? And who are these flowers for?" I asked snatching the bouquet from his hand and hitting him with it.

"Manvi behave." He scolded me and snatched the bouquet back. Fixing his hair he replied, "It is for your mom obviously. She invited me for dinner so what do you expect me to wear?" Eying my pjs he sarcastically added, "Not pjs for sure." If this is his sense of humor then let me tell you he has a horrible sense of humor.

Grabbing his collar I pulled him to the side so that mom wouldn't see him from one of the windows. "Go home and change and dump this stupid bouquet too."

"Argh leave me." He said pushing my hands away. Fixing his shirt he continued, "And no I am not going to go change because I am dressed perfectly for the dinner. This bouquet is for aunty not for you so back off."

Okay breathe in breathe out Manvi. Killing him is not a solution. "Yes Manvi killing me won't help." Freak Vadhera answered my thoughts once again.

"Listen Virat." I pointed my finger at him. "Mom invited you for a casual dinner, not to give you my hand for marriage. You are not here as her future son-in-law that you have come all dressed up with a freaking bouquet. You look like a clown. For the first time she invited my friend I don't want to leave a bad impression." I explained.

He laughed at my explanation and decided to tease me, "Oh please Manvi looking at the way you behave in school no guy will come to ask your hand for marriage for another say twenty to thirty years, give or take." Before I could smack him he continued, "Are you scared that aunty will ask me to marry you and take you away from here so that she can live in peace?"

"Mom Virat is here." I said grudgingly praying to God that somehow she will ignore his over the top attempt to impress her and not throw the bouquet out of the window like I would have.

"Coming." She rushed towards the drawing room with a big smile. Hitler smiling now thats a first. I'm guessing she is mentally making fun of Virat's fancy dress costume. *sigh* I swear to God Virat why did you have to dress up like a clown!? I mean sure he looks gorgeous and hot and' holy moly what the hell am I thinking!? It is VIRAT for God sakes! He is not hot, no Manvi it is Virat eww.

Interrupting my mental monologue I saw something that almost gave me a heart attack. Virat bent down to touch my mom's feet and she lovingly patted his head, "Did you find the house alright Virat beta?" Mom asked.

Virat beta!!?? What the f***! She has never in her life called me beta or beti, you get the point? Just look at stupid Virat talk to my mom! Man she is so impressed. Now no guy I ever date is going to be good enough for her. She is going to compare everyone to Virat. I hate this guy.

She looked at the flower lovingly and added, "Nice flowers. How did you know I love tulips?"

"I don't, I like tulips." Moron Vadhera answered smiling along with my mom.

"Guess we have the same taste beta." Hitler said all excited. So they both like tulips. What was the big deal?

As if both read my mind, they looked at me and replied together, "it is a big deal." Virat and mom looked at each other and laughed again. "You can read her expressions and tell whats going on in her head too?" Mom questioned between her fits of laughter.

"Of course aunty. She thinks she is subtle and too smart for anyone to figure her out." Hitler part 2 aka Casanova said and both of them laughed again. This is just too much! She is MY mom and he is MY best friend. I hate them both as much as I love them but right now I just hate them. They are giggling like little girls.

"Okay Virat thanks for coming. You may leave." I tried to push him out but mom scolded me. "Manvi be nice. He is such a nice guy unlike your other friends." She said sarcastically. Oh great now blame my other friends. Arghhh. Virattt I hate you. Again Casanova read my mind and whispered in my ears, "But I love you doll."

I glared at him and he began to sweet talk with my mom again. "Virat have you met Manvi's other friends?" Mom questioned. Why can't these two fools leave my friends the hell alone?

"I have met them but I don't really hang out with them." He answered truthfully and that made hitler happier.

"Of course you don't. They are all useless bunch of kids." There, mom began her 'hate Manvi's friends' session again.

"I can't agree more on this aunty. Most of her friends either waste the whole time partying or putting on makeup or gossiping. Completely useless." He said smirking at me. You are so going to pay for this Vadhera. He ignored my glare and continued badmouthing my friends, telling my mom some stupid things my friends had done recently.

"Yes mom all of my friends are useless especially my best friend. You know mom my best friend switches girlfriends every week?" I said sarcastically and Virat coughed at my comment.

"Really? Of course, he is your best friend so ought to be a douche bag. Who is he?" Mom questioned.

"Err that would be me." Casanova answered while I stood up with my hands on my hips. Mom is so going to kick the 'douche' bag out. Wait and watch Vadhera.

"Manvi don't talk non sense. Virat is a really nice guy. Don't mind okay Virat she is always like this. Let alone best of friends why are you even friends with her?" Is she my mom or his? Arghhh

"I hate you both." I yelled and stormed towards my room.

"She is so short tempered." Mom said and Virat added, "Yeah and stubborn too."

"I can hear you." I yelled back before shutting my door.

Virat's POV

Manvi's mom made me feel at home. When she patted my head for a second it reminded me of my mom and the few memories I had with her. But aunty is a lot different than my mom- she would never abandon her children or choose one over the other. God just look at Manvi madam making faces at us. Sometimes I don't understand her problem. She is probably one of the luckiest people I have ever met, she has everything one could ask for yet she has a list of complaints. Fool.

How old is she anyway? Bunnies pjs, who wears bunnies pjs? She looks cute though, she should put her hair like that more often. Virat, dude shut up. It is Manvi, your best friend, stop checking her out.

I bet in ten seconds she is going to get so annoyed that she will storm to her room. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

"I hate you both." She yelled and stormed towards her room. Told ya.

After talking to aunty for about an hour I finally decided to broach the sensitive topic. "Err aunty if you don't mind can I ask you something?" Aunty looked at me and nodded her head indicating me to continue. "Aunty I was wondering, err you don't have to answer it if you don't want to but why do you put so many restrictions on Manvi?" Man I just hope she doesn't get mad at me for asking her a personal question. Aunty shifted a bit and she looked pretty uncomfortable with my sudden inquiry. To make her feel at ease I quickly added, "I was just curious we don't really have discuss it."

"No thats fine. Whenever I look at Manvi I get scared. She reminds me so much of me when I was her age. I have made so many mistakes Virat, I have so many regrets and I don't ever want my daughter to go through what I had to." Aunty got up and stood next to the window. Staring at a distant object outside aunty continued her story, "When I was young I was ruthless, rebellious and headstrong just like Manvi is. I trusted my friends way too much and that is what almost destroyed me. I don't want to get in the details of what happened, we will save it for some other day. I got betrayed by people who I thought were the closest to me. I'd given up on life until Manvi's dad came into my life then things changed for the better." Aunty had a small smile on her face now. Looking at me she continued, "If you ask me I couldn't have been happier right now but the memories of the past still haunt me. I lived through it but I won't survive if I ever see my daughter in a condition I was in. She is way too precious for me."

"Have you ever told her this?" I asked almost involuntarily.

Aunty smiled a little and shook her head, "You know how Manvi is. If I tell her a fraction of my story she will argue to hear the whole story. I don't ever want my daughter to know about my past. Let her think that my life was perfect and I was always a strong woman. Hitler, that is what she calls me behind my back (laughing some more) let her think I was always like this."

"But aunty if you tell her she will understand. Her only problem is that you don't give her enough time." I urged. I don't know why I'm getting into all this. I mean a few months ago I didn't even know the girl and today I'm talking to her mom. Well I just want to see her happy, whatever makes her smile. Ermm why? Because she is my best friend, of course, my best friend. Thats it.

"I know and she is not wrong. I really have ignored her a lot and I hardly spend much time with her. See Virat we were not always this well off. When Manvi's dad was finishing his residency we had a hard time paying our bills. Then we had Manvi and both of us wanted the best for her. We didn't want to send her to a public school so we chose one of the most expensive private schools for her. The school was the best in the country but it was expensive too. That is when I started to work extra hours."

"She doesn't know any of this." I whispered. The reality finally sunk in.

"Of course she doesn't know. I don't want her to feel guilty and come crying to me. That is not my Manvi. My Manvi is a tigress, I would rather she fight with me than feel guilty and be sad. I could probably work less today and give her time but then I think of her future. This probably sounds foolish to you but I want to save for my grandchildren." Laughing at her confession aunty continued, "When Manvi was growing up I missed many moments with her. I wasn't even around when she said her first words. But when Manvi becomes a mother I don't want her to miss anything. I don't want her child to go through what Manvi went through. I want her child to be able to bond with its mom, something that Manvi never got a chance to do."

I will not lie but listening to Manvi's mom I immediately thought of my mom. There are so many things that aunty never told Manvi and all the while that stupid girl thought her mom didn't care. Maybe just maybe my mom too cares about me. "Aunty would you ever abandon Manvi? Or if you ever had to choose between Manvi and Janvi who would you choose?"

Aunty looked at me with a frown on her face. "Virat you are talking to a mother. I can't think about living without my daughter even for a minute let alone abandon her. I would never abandon her, never. As for choosing between Janvi and Manvi, honestly I would die without either of them. You can't make a mother choose between her two children." There I got my answer. Aunty would never choose between her two children but my mom did.

"Okay enough of serious talk. Now tell me how did you meet Manvi?"

Aunty has a great timing. Right when I needed to get my mind off of certain things she decided to change the topic. Now lets tell her our story.

Song (she is so mean- matchbox 20): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HiDSfHbw7s