OS- Morning After

"Here you go Khushi," Anjali said while she handed Khushi a box which was neatly packed.

"What is this Anjaliji?" Khushi asked as she hesitantly took the packet out of her hands.

"No. Not Anjaliji, Di. Call me Di Khushi. That's what you husband calls me," Anjali said softly as she looked back at Khushi's shocked face.

"Anjaliji please forgive me. We would, should not have done that. I am so sorry Anjaliji," Khushi said with tears in her eyes.

"Shhss! What has happened has happened. Don't cry Khushi! It's completely okay. Nani and I could not be happier to have you be with Chotey for your whole life. We always thought that you two had something going on. Yes we were a little caught off guard when you two married without telling anyone, but that doesn't change anything Khushi. We are glad to have you be a part of the Raizada family as our Chotey's wife," Anjali said, hugging the now weeping Khushi and patting her hair down.

"Chalo. Now stop crying and quickly get ready! It's your first aarti in your new house so come downstairs as soon as you fresh and wear that," Anjali commanded as she pointed to the box which was now in Khushi's hands.

"Gi Anjaliji' I mean Di," Khushi corrected herself with a soft smile.

"Chotey! Wait Chotey!" Anjali called as she saw her brother walking up the stairs.

"Di? Di are you oka'" Arnav started to say only to be interrupted by Anjali.

"Chotey whatever happened yesterday happened. Let's move on shall we? I always wanted Khushi as a sister and now you have fulfilled my wish! So let's just be happy and celebrate," Anjali responded before her silly brother could go on.

"Di' Are you sure Di?" Arnav asked a bit hesitantly.

He had not been prepared for this. He had assumed that Di would have still been furious at him especially after he had slammed the door in her face. Due to this he had not even slept a wink, the thoughts his scheming Jijaji not helping at all. Now as he looked into her face, he saw that he made the right decision. He had once promised his Di that he would do anything for her happiness and he had done just that. By marrying her he had removed Di's problems temporarily, until she was more stable to hear about what her husband truly was.

"Chotey? Chotey are you listening to me?" Anjali asked, shaking her brother out of his thoughts, "Wow Chotey. You have only been married for one day and already you are not ignoring me?! Thanks!"

"What? Di stop," Arnav commanded as he started to walk away from her once again.

"Wait wait wait Chotey! Here have this," Anjali said as she gave him a box similar to the one she had given to his wife a few minutes ago.

"Di what is this? Is this another kurta? You know I don't wear kurtas!" Arnav started to say when she cut him off.

"No Chotey. I didn't get you another kurta since I didn't want you yelling but you being true to your character yelled anyway," Anjali complained.

"Okay Di, what is it?" Arnav asked ignoring the pout she had on her face.

"Go to your room and open it!! Oh and remember, you have to wear it to the aarti. Which mean yes! You have to come to the aarti," Anjali said, walking away before he could question her more.

Arnav looked at the box in confusion, trying to figure out what it was without opening it. After giving up trying to have x-ray vision, he walked to his room defeated thinking that he would wear it just to keep his Di happy. Completely forgetting the new addition to his room, he stormed in and went straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to look around.

Khushi jumped when she heard the room door open and watched as he went straight to the bathroom without even looking at her. Dejectedly, she turned back to look at the mirror which was now hers, and put on the sindhoor that showed the world she was his. She stood up immediately when she saw him coming out of the bathroom from the window. Turning around in surprise, she saw that he was wearing a red shirt, completely matching to hers and was also holding a box that looked exactly like the one she had gotten from Di. She quickly looked away from him, in case he saw her staring, and thought of ways she could possibly change so he wouldn't yell at her.

Arnav threw the box on the bed and finally looked up to notice the person standing next to the mirror. He almost choked as he saw her standing there, wearing the same color he was wearing, the color he loved. Involuntarily he smiled as he saw her fidgeting with her hands, looking everywhere else but at him. She had a red blush creeping up on her face which told Arnav that she had seen him.

Walking to her in a daze, he grabbed one of her hands to stop her shaking hands and held it into his own.

"Let's go," he commanded, knowing that Di had probably told her about the aarti already.

"Par Arnavji'," Khushi said, her mind bursting with questions she wanted answers for.

"Drop the ji Khushi. We are married and they think we love each other. It sounds odd," Arnav told her.

"Arnav'," Khushi whispered more to herself than him.

"We have to pretend like we are madly in love. Or else they will think we were lying and start questioning again," Arnav said his mouth curling up in disgust when he said love. Before she could say anything more, he started to lead her downstairs to the aarti.

Khushi followed him silently thinking, Pretend? How can I pretend when I really do love you?

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