part 33
geet was alone in her room, in few minutes she's supposed to go down where all her family members are gathered for some pre-marriage rituals, she was just doing her last minute makeup when a tornado barged in banging the door.
"ahhh.... you!"
"off course my dear. were you expecting your miyaji?"
"shut up pari. you could've come like a human rather than hurricane, then I wouldn't be so scared."
"couldn't. results. I just remembered."
"what?"
geet was out of sorts for a moment she couldn't understand what pari is saying.
"results meri maa. did you forget we sat for an exam 2 months ago?"
pari raised her brows reminding her as well as stressing on...
"Results? now?"
geet whispered totally caught unawares. she always knew this was supposed to happen but last 5-6 weeks she's been so busy in her wedding shopping, preparations, rituals, everything was about wedding or Maan that she'd completely forgotten what life was like before all this.
"yes, even I forgot in all the wedding chaos, just got a call from my cousin and came running to tell you."
"when is it?"
geet asked still lost.
"it's today geet, you know the date right."
"yeah but it can't be today."
"but it is. you can just chose not to see it today."
pari said now understanding her dilemma. well obviously it might just change the course of her life which is anyway going to change today. it would be too much information on her wedding day if she also comes to know her results.
"you also don't see yours"
pari hugged her.
"I'm sorry geet. it was better that you didn't remember, I shouldn't have reminded you. I don't think I can hold on to seeing mine but I won't tell you. promise."
geet nodded silently as they seperated, she was on the verge of tears. what would she do about this.
"let's go down, all are waiting for me."
geet said as she remembered she was supposed to be in the hall by now, pari helped her walk, though her saree was not heavy but she was still a novice and not confident while walking in a saree.
geet was lost in thoughts and didn't register much as she sat on a matress. her Mami first washed her feet with milk mixed with rose petals then wiped it dry and made her wear Toe rings and anklets, then she gifted her sarees and other married ladies too gifted her cash or silver coins then everyone sat around bad rank opened big decorated silver boxes which were filled with home made snacks, papad and other things.
she was brought back by the vibration of her phone, she looked on the screen to find a msg from Maan, then she looked around only to find ladies busy in discussing something or the other, she chanced a quick look and read the msg.
"What's the matter geet? I just passed by the hall and saw you all lost. I thought I convinced you last night that even imperfect, you are the best partner for me. You not need to worry about future, I'll always be there by your side and we will overcome the difficulties together."
she smiled reading the text. the door was far from where she sat, he would have hardly seen one glimpse of her and he knew she was pre-occupied.
Obviously he was talking about the stuff she mentioned last night as difficulties but that’s not very different and he's right, from this point it didn't matter what will happen in future because she will never be alone to face it. so it's only better to enjoy this day. after that she smiled.
it was lunch time and another ritual was where the bride's family served food to the groom and his family as they ate. it was also ground for lot of fun and teasing and perfect opportunity for all the young girls from maan's side, they only wanted to flirt with bride's handsome brother (our favourite Rahul, did you forget him). they all sat in one table in the corner and kept ordering around.
"Rahul ji can you pass me some rice. this puri is so oily you know."
one of them asked sweetly as pari was serving her puri while Rahul held the rice bowl. it was decided that elders of the family would serve the elders to give respect while youngsters were supposed to take care of younger members.
pari gave her a fake smile as she stopped her hand mid air and moved on to the next one who was equally toxic and just stiffly shook her head not bothering to open her mouth to say no.
"sure... ah I forgot your name."
"Riya"
"right Riya, and I've got the chef's to prepare brown rice specially for you ladies."
"really rahulji?"
"of course now, I know that a beautiful girl like yourself need to take care of how much calories you take in, and please call me rahul"
"oh raahull... thank you so much."
She said in a singsong voice making pari think of the ways to strangle her neck.
"my pleasure..."
he made a dramatic bow and moved away, probably to get the "brown rice".
pari gave her a scathing look but the girl was busy saying something to girl beside her and both giggled like hopeless teenagers that they were, so she left from their making a quick plan in her mind.
In the evening pari was searching all over the venue but was unable to find one person. She was asking everyone..
“Tumne Rahul Ko kahin dekha hai?”
She looked around in all rooms and sighed, unsuccessful again. Someone tapped her shoulder
“I heard you were looking for me”
He said with a smirk.
“Yes. Now come on.”
She held his hand and started moving.
“Hold on hold on. What’s this fuss about.”
“Dekho mere pass time nahi hai we need to hurry, Abhi thodi der me Jiju mandap me aane wale hai, come and help me getting hold of his shoes.”
“Excuse me, you mean Maan ke shoes”
“Obviously, Mai kya Latin me bol Rahi thi. Juta chhupane ki rasm karni hai”
“but I think ye toh groom ke sisters-in-law ki rasm hai, what am I supposed to do there.”
“Help me, tumhara dimag slow hai kya?”
“Whoa whoa, that was brave of you to think I will help you. NEVER. Noon me jo tumne meri izzat ka kachra Kiya na uske Baad toh bilkul nahi.”
With a jerk he freed himself from his hold and started walking away. But pari stretched her hand in front of him blocking his way. She smiled inwardly recalling how she tripped him and he fell face down on the vessel containing brown rice in front of all those silly girls.
“Mr. Rahul. Noon me jo Maine Kiya wo trailer tha, if you didn’t help me now, I’m going to tell Jiju that you were flirting away with his teenage cousins, fir jo tumhari izzat ka kachra hoga na, you can’t imagine.”
She gave him a pointed look and he gulped his saliva as she sounded like she meant business. Though both of them knew what he did was harmless flirting but it was too much to expect Maan to understand that there were various types of flirting and one of them is called "harmless" too, and he loved his reputation in front of his best friend.
“Now are you going to come quitely or shall I show you my true Colors?”
He nodded silently and followed her. She was joined by other girls' and they discussed the plan. Which was quite simple in their words because he was to be doing all the dirty work.
It was the time of wedding and Maan was moving to the mandap as the pandit had already called for the groom, but he was stopped in mid as all his sister’s in law surrounded him.
He stood in his signature pose folding his hands and raising his brows.
“Now what are you upto, leave my way”
“sure Jiju, your wish is our command, but only on one condition”
Maan rolled his eyes at their drama and glared at pari, this has to be her idea, the drama queen she is.
“Bolo, what do you want”
“Fir now just your shoes, kyu girls?”
They all cheered 'yeah'
“And what do you want my shoes for pray tell?”
“We will keep it safe for you jiju, and will return you after your marriage after charging suitable fees for the service.”
Maan was shocked at their straight forward reply, his face was worth a watch and everyone laughed at his expressions. He saw Rahul standing behind him, and sighed in relief, he would save him from the madhouse.
“no thanks for your service, my friends will look after my shoes”
And he turned back looking for a response from Rahul who just nodded. But something was off, he wasn’t looking at him.
And next minute Maan shrieked as Rahul lifted him suddenly and the girls were quick to pull his shoes and run away.
Maan glared at Rahul and he gulped now fearing for his dear life.
“Muhurat ka samay beeta ja Raha hai”
They were interrupted by the pandit and Rahul sighed in relief when Avantika came and dragged still glaring Maan to mandap.
Edited by SundariP - 6 years ago
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