PART 1:
"WHAT?!" Khushi screamed.
"………………………"
"Anjie are you crazy?! Like what the f**k…"
"Di listen-" Anjali tried to make a desperate attempt which back fired as soon as she tried.
"To what, your bull shit! Like seriously you are getting married! What the heck is wrong with you woman? Did you lose your brain or bang your head hard somewhere? You are alright na? No fever, injuries or by any chance a massive LOSS of brain cells?" Khushi fumed at her friend for her stupidity, then having a second thought for her friend's craziness.
"Di…" A very scared Anjali tried again to approach her fuming friend to be cut off again.
"OMG… it was when you got drunk at the club last week wasn't it? When that person hit you on the head? I knew we should have got it checked; the bump looked nasty. Come on, no more wasting time. Let's get that head of yours checked now. Grab your jacket, we're going." Khushi said hurriedly as she tried to make sense of what has been going on in Anjali's life.
"Khushi shut up and listen to me, will you. I LOVE Shyam and we are going to get married ok." A very determined Anjali spoke.
"Hayye Devi Maiyya, aap aisa kyun kar raha ho? Anjie ne aap ka kya bigada tha jo aap uske saath inta bada nainsaafi kar raha ho?" Khushi cried to who knows what above.
"Di ummm… one more thing."
"Now don't tell me you're pregnant as well." Backfired Khushi sarcastically.
"Kya? No I am not! I just wanted to say that… you have to come to the wedding and I swear if I don't see your face there I will kill you!"
"Anjie, what the hell? Let me get that straight, you are telling me to come and live in your house surrounded by your family and if I dare refused you'll kill me! You are going to kill your best friend for life! Yaar tu kaisi dost hai, BFFL koh thamki deti hai."
"Get to the point, are you gunna come or not?" Anjali asked.
"Obiviously not, idiot. Why would I come to see my best friend grant herself her own death sentence." Khushi said indifferently.
"You know what, talking to you is just pointless. Get lost Khushi!"
"Anjie like seriously you haven't hurt your head, right? You come to my house and tell me to get lost inside of it. I'm worried for your health now." khushi asked perplexed.
"Arghhh, Khushi for the last time, I love him!"
"Love does not exist."
"It's the most beautiful feeling on Earth Di."
"Are trying to say that I'm from a different planet? Now that's plain rude."
"I didn't say it, I implied it but that's beside the point. Love is the one thing that makes life beautiful and worth living." Anjali explained dreamily.
"All lies! Love and marriage is like drinking poison and have it affect you slowly. They are useless words meaning heart break. Ruining lives as if the world had a shortage of problems these days"
"Enough! You're coming and that's it. I don't give a damn to what you have to say now." With that Anjali left.
"Awww come on Anjie… don't do this… yaar please. Arghhh Devi Maiyya, why me? Shit man." Khushi cried and plead as Anjali left with the final word.
~~~
"Khushi Di, please come. You are only person I call my sister and I need you for the wedding, please it would mean so much to me."
"I would but what about Buaji? Where will she stay, I can't leave her alone."
"Already taken care of!"
"What?"
"She told me that her friend stays at a nursing home, she says she will stay there."
"I don't have the money for it, you brought this wedding thing on me so soon. I don't know."
"Please Di! I'll lend you money, just come. Please?"
"Alright."
"I love you!"
"What about my work? Anji I'll come but how can I arrange to just leave everything behind in New York and come with you to Delhi in the next two days?"
"Easy, I already got your vacation granted."
"How? That's impossible!"
"Influencial bhai kis kaam ka!"
"Kiddo you're a friggin genius! But what about everything else: packing, Buaji's packing and then shifting her, also my side job and I don't even have the tickets for the flight book."
"Breath in, Breath out. And to answer your questions, you got yourself a week, I booked your ticket, I know! You can pay me later." Anjali said as Khushi was about to interrupt.
"Seriously you had it all planned, how you even know I was gunna agree?"
"You do realized you called me 'a friggin genius' just 5 seconds ago?"
"Alright, whatever! You win!"
"Don't I always?"
"I need to talk to you about Shyam."
"What Di?"
"I know you love him, but does he love you?"
"Di, I love him since childhood, but I don't know about him because you know this is arranged as our families are good friends. But he said yes to it, so he must like me. We will work it out."
"hmmm…I hope you know what you are doing. I don't want you hurt kiddo."
~~~
So Khushi's bags were packed and she landed on the front door steps of Anjie's house 'more like mansion' her (Khushi's) home for the next month.
*Sigh* 'Get ready to be living in hell Khush' Khushi thought as she rung the bell of the Raizada Mansion.
'Arghh! How fricking long does it take to open the god damn door! Like seriously these bags are heavy and woh kamini… thamki deke chali gayi. Gadhi kahin ki, help bhi karne nahi aayi. Just wait till I get my hands on her.' Khushi cursed in her head as she stood at the door of the mansion with her things after the driver picked her up from the airport.
"Finally." Khushi uttered as the door opened and she stood facing an elderly lady.
"uhhh… hello I'm Khushi, Anjali's friend. She must have told you about me… staying here for her wedding." Khushi gave a jumbled explanation as the confused lady in front of her stared at her with a strict expression that made her (Khushi) feel uncomfortable.
"ohh.. You're Khushi bitiya, right? So good to finally meet you, Anjali talks about you all the time." The lady said to Khushi as realization struck her.
"Come in."
"Khushi, finally you're here! Was waiting for you." Anjali said in an extra sugary coated tone as she came down the stairs and gave her a tight hug.
"Kamini get off! I can't breathe. Aur one more thing, don't be too sweet, akele main milna, phir tujhe batati hoon." Khushi whispered in Anjali's ear as they hugged.
Anjie jerked out of the hug as if it burned and the moment she saw Khushi's eyes glaring her down, she knew she was a goner and so much more.
"hehehe… umm Di meet my Nani." Anjali let out a nervous laugh and tried to change the topic to avoid Khushi for now.
"Namaste Mrs. Raizada." Khushi greeted the lady.
"Nani. Call me Nani, if you are Anjali bitiya's sister than you are also my granddaughter. Nothing less than family." Naniji said warmly to Khushi.
"Of course Naniji!" Khushi hugged Nani affectionately.
"Beta why are you crying?"
"Nothing Naniji. It's just that I've never had a grandmother and it feels so good to have just gotten a hug from you." Khushi said wiping at her slight tears.
"Well then, you'll be making so many relations here. Tell me who is in your family?" Nani asked Khushi as they walked into the living room.
"Well, sirf humari buaji hai. I have her and my mom but she passed away eight years ago." Khushi replied.
"Bitiya, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I mean I didn't know."
"Naniji, really it's ok. Don't worry about it, it happens."
"Beta I promise, whatever you don't have, you'll get here. You got a sister and nani but now you'll get a mami, mama, and a jiju. Kyun Anjali bitiya?"
"Absolutely right nani. She is family."
"Anjali, why don't you show Khushi bitiya her room, she must be tired. It's six thirty pm, let her freshen up and sleep. I'll get Hari Prakash to send up her luggage."
"Di come, let's go."
Edited by Chocolate... - 13 years ago
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