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Part 2- A Prank...
Khushi bit her lower lip, staring at the empty part of the cupboard that was once her Jiji's. It was hard to believe that Jiji was gone... Well, it was her reception and she knew exactly what she would wear!
She wondered whether Laad Governor would like it... She frowned.
Why did she care what he thought? It shouldn't matter, she thought decidedly. But she knew that it did, and there was no use denying the truth. Well, okay. It did matter what he thought... But why...? Could she possibly... be in...LOVE with him?
She looked out at the fading light of the sun, casting a beautiful orange hue in the evening sky. She sighed. Even if she did, would he reciprocate her feelings?
Her mind went back to the recent past... His incomplete 'Farq padtha hai kyunki...'s, his dancing with her on Jiji's sangeet, his kiss, her kiss, and so many other instances.
She smiled tenderly... Maybe he loved her too! Smiling happily, she began to get ready for the reception.
The Reception (being held in RM itself)*
*I dont really know what exactly a reception is cuz I have never been to one and I don't know what they do in reception ;P
Anjali kept shooting glances towards Arnav as she and Shyamji greeted the guests. She felt apprehensive of the smirk that wasn't leaving her brother's face. She could read her brother like a book and she realised that he was confident about his plan. Her woman's instinct told her that he was being over-confident. She had to try and find out what he had planned so that she could intervene if it was foolish.
Over the days that she had known Khushiji, she knew for sure that she would love it if it was something simple and sweet, and would appreciate the effort if it was extravagant.
At her hundredth glance or so, she saw a tall and slender woman, in sleek black tube dress approach her brother, who was so far avoiding the guests and was standing in a secluded corner of the room.
Anjali's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw Arnav's smirk grow wider and watched completely shocked as he extended his arm and took the arm of the unknown woman and walked into the crowd.
When he met her shocked gaze and gave Anjali a reassuring smile.
Anjali was well-versed with the way her brother's mind worked. And so it was with horror that she realised what her brother was upto!
Oh God! The 'Jealousy Trick' would never work on Khushiji! She was the kind who took things as she saw them!
She looked around, hoping Khushiji hadn't arrived yet. Yes, she wasn't here yet!
As she limped across the hall towards Chhote, her phone rang. She looked at the phone. 'Khushiji'
"Hello?"
"Anjaliji, this Khushi. We will be delayed by five minutes as our auto had a puncture few minutes away from Shantivan. We'll come walking..."
"Oh! Sure Khushiji! No problem!"
After hanging up, she thanked God for the delay and made her way across towards Arnav. But to her utter bad luck, she was accosted by many people on the way and had to pause to greet them and make small talk. When she was finally a meter away from him, he lights dimmed and soft music began to play. NK's voice boomed across the hall.
"All the lakdas and lakdis apne kaanch ke partners ke saath, on the dance floor please!"
A ripple of confusion went through the audience and a moment later, NK's sheepish voice corrected himself. "Uh, I mean all the ladkas and ladkis apne naach ke partners ke saath, on the dance floor!"
Everyone laughed as Anjali cursed NK lightly as she tried to look through the dark for Arnav.
'Chhote, don't dance with her! Don't dance with her' she kept chanting, hoping that miraculously that he would hear.
And just as she stepped a few steps ahead, she saw Arnav and that unknown woman dancing softly and groaned in frustration at their closeness and prayed that Khushi wouldn't see them before
she got to them.
To make matters worse, five minutes were up long ago and she did not even know if Khushiji was here... For all she knew, Khushiji must have already seen them and might even have left heart-broken.
She felt someone tap her shoulder and turned around to find Shyam. After explaining the situation, the two went onto the dance floor hoping they would atleast pass by Arnav.
As they stepped on to the dance floor, a spotlight fell on Payal and Akash. "The bride and bridegroom!" NK's voice called.
Next another spotlight fell on her and Shyamji. "The sister and brother-in-law of the bridegroom!"
Anjali, for the second time felt horror as she realised who the spotlight would fall on next. Her prayer for her brother to remain inconspicuous went in vain as another spotlight fell on her brother and his partner-in-crime. "The brother of the bridegroom and the sister of the bri- huh? I-I mean the brother of the bridegroom and his uh... um, g-girlfriend?" NK's stuttering voice boomed across the hall.
Anjali would have happily plonked NK on his head with a rolling pin the moment she heard a faint sniffle from somewhere near her and the sound of tinkling Payal's fade away.
Anjali closed her eyes and leaned against Shyam to control her frustration as he patted her back comfortingly. Her eyes flew open and she stood straight when she heard NK's voice. "Aaanddd the sister of the bride!"
She looked up to see Khushi standing at the door, with her right hand on the door-knob and almost half outside as if she was just leaving. One look at Khushiji's stance and face, Anjali knew that Chhote's plan had not even achieved 1% of what it was supposed... She was looking everywhere except at Arnav as the spotlight trained her reflected off the crystals in her lilac net-saree. Her nose was visibly red and she was trembling slightly. There was not a trace of jealousy on her pale, blood-drained face. Only raw pain that she was trying very hard to hide...
Huh, now that I read it after typing it out and updating, I am finding it really really stupid -.-
It sounded much nicer in my head -.-
Edited by Dynamix215 - 12 years ago
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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