Thanks for all the lovely comments you beautiful people! I am so glad you liked the last chapter :) So here is the next one, the buildup to the party. The getting ready and stressing over everything before the fun actually begins is so underrated, and its usually a lot of fun. So I decided to write about it and give you a peak into everyone's heads :) So do let me know what you think after you read this SUPER DUPER LONG update! :)
Chapter 17
Zoya's POV
"Okay, how do I look?" I asked stepping out in a shimmery black sari with a pink undertone. My hair, which had taken me a good hour to do, was straight to perfection, not a little hair out of place. My bangs fell perfectly across my face; a nose stud adorned my nose for once and made me look different than I usually did. [Imagine the look from the Teri Meri Dream Dance Sequence].
"Holy..." Khushi said her eyes wide.
"Moly..." Anjali finished looking at her.
"YOU LOOK AMAZING!" Khushi squealed as Anjali nodded.
"Asad is going to die when he sees you!" Anjali said as I blushed thinking what his reaction would be.
"Thank you!" I smiled standing in front of the mirror, actually liking what I saw for once. Gone was the clumsy overweight tomboy that always stared back at me when I looked in the mirror. In its place was a woman, a beautiful put together woman who could be on the arms of the man she loved and not feel inadequate.
"Okay, go change Khushi. Let me know if you need any help!" Anjali said handing the red sari to Khushi.
"I'll help her Di. You go get ready." I said pushing her out the door. She was stressing over every little detail and left no time for herself.
"I am going to go check with the caterers and go change. Zoya, check on the music once again. It is Nikhat and Ayaan then the couples and then our performance last!" Anjali said smiling out of the room. "AMAN!" She yelled as she walked down the hallway.
"Zoya!" Khushi yelled opening the bathroom door. "Can you help me make the pleats?" She asked.
"Damn that's a sexy blouse..." I said looking at her as she grabbed the saree. It was cut deep in the front and the back, with next to no sleeves. The color looked beautiful against Khushi's skin.
"Is it too s**tty?" Khushi asked looking down.
"Nooo! Mine is a roshan-daan too!" I laughed as I pleated her saree. My blouse had sheer long sleeves but there was no back except a thin strap that barely covered my bra. "Okay, there you go. I am going to go check on the music one last time." I said leaving Khushi in the bathroom as I wandered downstairs, the thoughts of what happened in the morning still plaguing me.
I was confused as to what had actually happened this morning, caught up in the intimacy of the situation I hadn't realized what had actually happened until there was a knock on the bathroom door. The wide-eyed look Asad had on his face makes me think he got caught up in the moment too. Although we were locked in passionate embraces all week, this morning was new. The lack of clothes, the stares, skin on skin, and the - The thought made blood rush to my cheeks. I hadn't seen Asad all day after and I had no clue how to act when I did see him. Do I bring it up? Do I ignore it? Would it happen again? Dear lord, I wanted it to happen again.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I crashed against a warm hard wall, also known as Asad Ahmed Khan. My hands automatically went to his shoulders as his went around my waist preventing me from falling flat on my back.
I looked up to thank him but stopped short at the look in his eyes, they were dark and intense as they stared into mine. Yet tender. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked at him. His eyes looked like they were tracing every inch of my face. I didn't know how long we stood there before he backed away a little allowing me to look at what he was wearing.
My eyes grew wide as I took in the sight before me, Asad Ahmed Khan in a black sherwani and a white salwar. It should be a sin to look that good, I don't even understand how someone could look just as good clothed as they did shirtless. The sherwani fit across his upper body perfectly, the gold buttons bringing attention to his fine physique and the black color looked sinful against his skin. His hair was styled and gelled, looking more perfect than it usually did. And his smell, dear lord, he smelled sinful. I just wanted to bury my face in his chest and stay there forever.
Asad's POV
Words like goddess, temptress, exquisite ran through my head as soon as I saw how absolutely breathtaking Zoya looked in the black saree. Her face was glowing, her hair was just begging me to run my hands through it and the saree was absolutely perfect on her. Her waist was bare, her pallu moving as she walked towards me frantically looking down at her feet. I was so mesmerized by the way she looked that I didn't even notice that we walked right into each other until I felt her arms around my shoulder. Her wide eyes came up to meet mine and I was lost.
How could one person be so beautiful? So ethereal, so gorgeous? Her kohl lined eyes sucked me in, her flawless skin begged me to caress it, that nose pin made her look so beautiful and those rosy plump lips just begged to be kissed. Thoroughly. I realized that I'd been staring at her a bit too long and moved away a little bit not knowing what to say after what had happened this morning. But my brain was one step ahead of me and decided it was still able to form articulate sentences.
"You are absolute perfection." I said causing a blush to rise to her cheeks, which made her look even more exquisite. I smiled putting my arms back around her again and pulling her closer. "Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Zoya."
Zoya laughed. "First of all that's not a sentence." She teased. "And second of all, I would say that back to you but I am sure you'd be offended. So I'll let you know that you look really handsome." She said putting her arms around my neck. I laughed, she never said what I expected her to say, or do what I expected. She was simply amazing and intriguing.
"Firstly, your beauty has rendered me incapable of stringing together proper sentences and secondly, thank you." I said.
"You seem pretty capable of coherent speech."
"Only I know how hard it was to string together one sentence." I teased. "You look absolutely stunning." I said kissing her forehead.
"Thank you." She smiled.
"Where are you running to?"
"I have to go check if the music is working all right so we can render people speechless with our awesome dancing skills."
"I have awesome dancing skills?" I asked.
"Nahi. I was talking about me. I just keep you around to lift me into the air." She teased.
"I'd be nice to me if I were you. Wouldn't want me to drop you now would you?" I teased causing her to gasp.
"You wouldn't!" She shouted.
"Maybe." I laughed walking towards my destination. "Go check your music." I called out turning back around to see her standing there gaping.
Arnav's POV
"Zoya, can you tie the dori on this blouse?" Khushi said opening the bathroom door and stopped short when she was it was me. "Uh...hi." she said but got no response.
I was sure that I'd never seen anything more beautiful. Her lips were red as the saree she was wearing, the color looked absolutely magnificent against her skin. The chiffon saree was a little sheer leaving her petite waist on display. Her hair was out in perfect loose curls just begging to have my hands run through it.
"I'll do it." I said answering her question, she smiled and walked towards me. She had absolutely no clue as to how gorgeous she looked right then. She was absolutely stunning.
"Turn around." I whispered but she didn't move. I smiled grabbing her bare waist in my hands and slowly turned her around so her back was to me.
Khushi's POV
My heart started hammering as soon as his warm hands touched my waist, raising goosebumps in their wake. He slowly dragged his hands across my stomach making a shiver run through my body. I was far from cold though; I could feel my body burning with his touch. My eyes closed at their own accord as his hands slowly travelled from my waist up to my back. His fingers danced across my back until they got to the bottom of my blouse.
He moved his hand up the side of my neck pulling my curled hair over my left shoulder leaving my whole back exposed to him. He slowly dragged his fingers from my neck to the skin exposed by the deeply cut blouse. His touch sent fire shooting through me as my chest heaved and my breathing sped up. I felt my stomach clench in anticipation.
He slowly, torturously, grasped the dori in between his fingers, making sure to graze my upper back teasingly. I could feel goosebumps all over my body as his fingers touched grazed my skin while he tied the dori.
"There." He whispered in my ear, his breath blowing over it causing me to shiver. He didn't stop there. I gasped as he took my earlobe in between his teeth as his hand wrapped around me and rested on my bare stomach. My head tilted back as he moved his mouth over my neck, trailing kisses down my neck and to my back.
"A-Arnav." I gasped as he placed an open mouthed kiss on the back of my neck. I grabbed a handful of my saree, my eyes closed and my bottom lip between my teeth as he inflicted sweet torture upon my body.
He trailed his kisses back up my neck and pulled back.
"You are so beautiful Khushi Kumari Gupta." He whispered in my ear.
"Chotte!" Di called from outside the room causing Arnav to move back and end the torture. I took a deep breath trying to calm my frantic nerves as Di walked in clad in a pink sari.
"Yeh kya hai Chotte! Tum abhi tak tayaar nahi huye. Maine tumhari sherwani bed par rakhdi thi." [What is this? You are still not ready! I left your sherwani on your bed.]
"Aur maine aapko keh diya tha ki mein usse nahi pehnoonga..." Arnav said rolling his eyes as I watched intrigued. [And I told you that I wouldn't wear it.]
"Hey Ram! Yeh ladka. Khushi, aab tumhi usse samjhao." Anjali Di said walking out of the room. [Oh God, this boy. Khushi, talk some sense into him.]
"What was that about?" I asked confused.
"She is insisting that I wear a sherwani."
"And the problem with that is..."
"I don't wear sherwanis."
"Why? What are you going to wear?" I asked intrigued.
"A suit."
"Hm..too bad." I said shrugging my shoulders while an idea came into my head.
"Why?" He asked.
"There is just something very sexy about a guy wearing a sherwani...I guess I'll find someone else to ogle." I said with a straight face, as if I would ogle anyone else when he was in the room. But the first part was true, guys in sherwanis were a sight to behold and Arnav Singh Raizada in a sherwani...the thought alone got me excited.
"What did you say?" He asked sounding appalled.
"I said I'll find some hot guy in a sherwani to ogle if you don't wear one." I smiled walking away.
"Oh no you won't." He said grasping my wrist in between his hand and yanking me towards him. I gasped as my front came in contact with his body and my hand twisted behind my back.
"And why is that?"
"Because I'll rip him apart."
"Achaa?" I teased.
"Hmm." He nodded. "You are mine Khushi, don't you forget that." He smiled.
"I wasn't aware I was anyone's property." The feminist in me answered as a part of me squealed in happiness at the thought of being his.
"You are. All mine. Forever." He whispered placing a kiss on my cheek.
"Forever?" I smiled.
"Forever." He replied kissing my other cheek.
"Mr. Raizada...I think you should go get ready." I smiled trying to wriggle out of his hold.
"I like it here." He smirked.
"Hey Devi Maiyaa, for god's sake Arnav, let me go please."
"Too bad, I don't believe in god."
"You have a problem Arnav Singh Raizada." I said rolling my eyes, his lack of faith sometimes infuriated me. "Seriously, go get ready!" I said.
"Fine." He said letting go of me and walking out of the room.
Arnav's POV
"Arnav, I've been looking for you everywhere." Asad said as soon as I walked into the room.
"Sorry. What's up?" I asked picking up and examining the sherwani on the bed.
"You already went over the story with the girls right? If anyone asks they are from Toronto, Canada?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "We'll stick by them all night so we'll be the ones introducing them. It'll be okay." I said walking towards the bathroom.
"I know. It's just that there is going to be a lot more people to be wary of." Asad groaned as I shut the bathroom door and pulled on the sherwani.
"How the hell do you walk around in this?" I asked stepping out. "It's so uncomfortable."
"You are wearing a sherwani...are you okay?" Asad asked surprised.
"Yeah. It's just that Di..."
"Me and you both know you wouldn't have worn it even if Di asked." He laughed.
"Fine, Khushi likes sherwanis."
"Ah, the things you do for love." Asad laughed.
"Haha, very funny. Like you wouldn't walk on fire for Zoya." I teased.
"I don't-"
"Yeah, yeah. You don't love her. Biggest lie ever." I said rolling my eyes. "You are in love with her Asad, the earlier you admit it the better off you'll be."
"She is leaving in a few days..." He said sadly.
"And that is why you should tell her."
"But-"
"Asad, listen to me. If you let her go now every girl you meet will always be second best to her, you'll regret it big time." I said hoping he'd understand.
"But we can't keep in touch with them after the mission. It's in the rules."
"No one says you have to follow the rules if you don't work for the agency anymore." I explained.
"What? You-you are going to quit?" Asad asked shocked.
"Handing in my resignation at the end of the week." I said gelling my hair.
"Wh- what the hell? How'd you even-?"
"It was an easy decision. It was either the job or Khushi. The job I can live without but Khushi..." I said shrugging. "That is the decision you have to make, what's more important?"
"It doesn't matter...I don't think Zoya wants to stay." He said staring at the ceiling.
"And you are a colossal idiot if you actually believe that. She wants to be with you Asad." It was the most obvious thing ever, the longing looks they gave each other over the past few days proved that they didn't want to be separated.
"Why doesn't she say anything then?" He asked, almost sounding angry.
"Have you said anything?" I pointed out.
"No...but."
"Asad, you know how Zoya is. You really think she is going to put herself out there for you if she doesn't think that you want this?" Zoya was afraid of rejection, a fact that I'd picked up on. And I knew Asad had too, she hasn't had the easiest life, she is afraid of people leaving her. And he knew it.
"What if it doesn't work out?" He asked.
"Won't you always wonder what if it did? You need to try Asad. Talk to her." I said getting up. "Now that we've had out heart to heart for the week, lets go, we have some ladies to protect and people to congratulate!"
Zoya's POV
The living room and backyard had been decorated to the utmost perfection. Blue and white sparkly fabric adorned the walls along with shimmering lights. The food was already being laid out on the tables in the living room as the first of the guests arrived and mingled in the backyard.
The weather had thankfully cooperated, the sun was setting behind the house creating lovely purple and pink hues in the sky as soft music played. The scene looked picturesque. I spotted the DJ next to the stage that was built over the pool, it was a nuisance to build but it looked perfect with bright lights surrounding it.
Around the stage and the whole backyard, which was unrealistically huge, were lawn chairs covered in white and blue fabrics. On the side of the stage under the gazebo sat two thrones surrounded by tables for the immediate family.
I smiled looking back towards the house; all the lights were on giving it a majestic feel. All that hard work everyone put in had paid off amazingly.
"Najma!" I yelled seeing her beside the DJ. "Is everything good?"
"Yeah! Everything is in order. There is only half an hour until Ammi and Abbu's entrance, followed by the performances." Najma squealed. "I AM SO EXCITED!"
"Aw, Tamatar you look gorgeous!" I smiled. She was wearing a teal, gold and white anarkali suit with her hair in messy curls. Her lips were painted red, and the color did wonders for her complexion.
"Thanks Zoya! You look gorgeous too! Beyond gorgeous. Waise Bhaijaan nai kya kaha?" She teased causing me to blush. "Oh ho! Zoya aab aap Tamatar mat baniye." She laughed. [What did Bhaijaan say? Zoya, stop blushing like me!]
"Why are you teasing her Tamatar?" Came the voice of Asad from behind me as he came to stand beside me.
"Awww! You guys match. How cute!" Najma squealed. "Obviously Di nai hi plan kiya hoga." [Anjali obviously planned it!].
"Go bother someone else." Asad laughed.
"Aacha Bhaijaan, Zoya kai saath akele baat karne kai liye bahut betaab lag rahe ho." She teased. [Really Bhaijaan? You seem a bit too restless to spend time with Zoya.]
"Tamatar!" Both Asad and I said at the same moment as she ran towards Nikhat.
"Hi." Asad smiled.
"Hi?" I said questioningly.
"I-I have to tell you something..." He said pulling on the collar of his sherwani.
"What?" I asked looking at his nervous face.
"Woh...actually..."
"Not again!" I groaned. "Why don't you figure out what you want to say first and then find me? I have to go check on Ayaan and your sisters." I said.
"Zo-Zoya!" He yelled behind me.
Khushi's POV
There are only a few things that leave me shocked. And Arnav Singh Raizada in a sherwani is one of them. Dressed in a black sherwani with red designs he looked like he had walked right out of an Indian fashion magazine. The sherwani fit him snugly across his body and made him look like an old time Maharaja.
"So how do I look? This is so uncomfortable." He groaned.
"You look very handsome."
"So you are going to ogle me all night?" He teased walking towards me.
"Probably." I said putting my arms around his neck as he leaned down to peck my lips.
"Hmmm, you taste like strawberries." He said against my mouth and moved to kiss me again.
"Nuh uh." I said backing away. "You are not going to ruin my lipstick."
He pouted as I pushed him away. "Lets go face the torture." He said grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.
"Torture?"
"You know I hate loud events." He said as I nodded. "Now add in nosy relatives, annoying acquaintances and drunk people. I hate parties."
"Well this one is going to be different." I smiled.
"And why so?"
"Because I am here." I laughed. "Me and Zoya will help you dance the night away...speaking of which. I am so nervous for the performances."
"You can actually dance..." He said. " I don't know what I am doing."
"You'll be fine." I smiled. "You were great at practice. Just don't grab me and kiss me crazy on the stage though..." I laughed.
"I can control myself just fine, thank you." He laughed leading me down the stairs.
"I am still nervous." I said squeezing his hand firmly.
"Don't be...pretend it is just you and me up there. Just like the practice." He whispered as the first of the guests came to sight. I nodded smiling.
"Don't make eye contact with anyone. Find Asad and Zoya." Arnav whispered pulling me through the crowds and out the back door leading to the backyard.
"Holy shit. It looks amazing!" I gaped looking around.
"KHUSHIII!" Yelled Zoya from the side of the stage where she was standing with Ayaan, Najma, Nikhat and Asad. Arnav steered us towards them.
"Holy..." Najma and Nikhat said seeing Arnav.
"Shit." Ayaan finished his eyes wide.
"Bhai...in a sherwani." Najma said. The sentence was followed by a loud crash from behind us. I turned around to see Anjali standing there her eyes wide and a tray at her feet.
"Chotte..." She gasped. "What the- tumne...hai. You look so handsome." She said dabbing her finger in her eyeliner and placing a black dot behind his ear.
"Di..." Arnav groaned. "Is this necessary?"
"Of course it is. Pammi Aunty and party is here, you know they are going to be ogling you two and setting you up with every girl here." She said dabbing her eye again. "Asad, come here." She said putting a black dot behind his ear too. She then grabbed her purse and started rummaging through it.
"Pammi aunty and party?" I said looking at Zoya who just shrugged.
"Di, unko invite hi kyun kiya?" Arnav groaned. [Why did you invite them?]
"Haan, my cheeks still hurt from last time." Asad said his eyes wide as Zoya laughed.
"What?" She asked.
"Mein batata hoon!" Ayaan yelled. "Last time Pammi Aunty saw Asad she decided she wanted to squeeze the living daylights out of his cheeks. And she got Arnav Bhai too, even though he spent the whole night running away from her." Ayaan laughed.
"Awww, poor Asad." Zoya said pinching his cheeks as he rolled his eyes.
"You are scared of old aunties?" I teased Arnav.
"They are vicious!" Arnav defended.
"Aw, I'll protect you."
"AHA!" Came Anjali's voice as she held out a pencil from her purse. "I found it. Line up kids." She teased as Najma groaned.
"What?" I asked confused as Anjali uncapped her eyeliner.
"There is only so much eyeliner I can dab from my eyes, so TADA!." She said grabbing Ayaan's ear.
"Ow di!" He screamed as she put a black dot behind his ear.
She then followed the same pattern going to Najma, Nikhat, Zoya and me as Zoya and I watched wide-eyed.
"And before you ask, this is necessary." Anjali said as Aarav ran up to her.
"Maaa! How do I look?" He asked pulling on his suit jacket.
"AWWW!" Zoya and I gushed crouching down to his level. He looked absolutely adorable in his black tux.
"Look what Daddy taught me." He said as he pulled on the ends of his jacket and then ran his hands through his hair. "Hello Ladies." He winked causing everyone to laugh.
"Oh, when I get my hands on Aman." Anjali mumbled. "Aarav come here." She said holding out the eyeliner.
"Aw mom." He pouted as she put a black dot behind his ear. "That is not cool. Right Mamu?" He asked Arnav who was about to nod but chose to say nothing due to the glare Anjali gave him.
I laughed at the scared look on Arnav's face. He was so different around his family.
Zoya's POV
"Zoya...I really need to talk to you." Asad whispered in my ear as everyone looked at Aarav who was joined by Aman carrying his cute little princess Riya in a fluffy pink dress.
"Okay." I said turning around and smiling at him.
"Woh...actually." Asad started as I rolled my eyes.
"Woh, actually kya?" I asked exasperated.
"Woh...did you check with the DJ?" He spat out.
"Yes." I nodded confused. "That is what you needed to ask me?" I asked.
"Nahi...I mean yes." Asad said a confused look adorning his face.
"Okay then..." I said.
"Guys! We have to go inside! You come out when you are announced okay? Everyone remember the order right?" Anjali asked frantically pushing everyone towards the house.
"AH! AMMI YOU LOOK GORGEOUS!" I said as soon as she came into view. She was in a blue sari with a heavy silver pallu. Her hair was slick straight, and the diamond jewelry that adorned her made her look regal. But above it all, the smile on her face made her look beyond beautiful.
"Thank you beta." She responded as Najma, Nikhat and Anjali squealed over her.
"Abbu!" Ayaan smiled. "Badi matching ho rahi hai." He laughed noticing that his sherwani was the same blue as ammi's saree.
"Perfect. I knew it would look amazing!" Anjali squealed as Badi Bi, Nani and a lost Aarti Raizada stepped down the stairs. She was looking around nervously. Although she was usually aloof, she had grown on Khushi and me. Behind her tough exterior was a heart of gold, and she had accepted Khushi whole-heartedly. Despite this, she wasn't the type to show affection. Hence, I was shocked when she pulled Arnav and Khushi aside.
Khushi's POV
I looked at Arnav confused as his mother pulled us aside. He shrugged not knowing what this was about either.
"What happened Maa?" Arnav asked when she stopped.
"Your dadi is here," she said.
What? What did that have to do with anything? I stood there confused as Arnav froze next to me. Apparently it was a big deal.
"What the- What is she doing here?" Arnav asked his voice cold, his teeth clenched. The Arnav that I didn't know appeared, the one who shut the world out, I watched as his eyes turned cold, the walls going up.
I squeezed his hand reassuringly.
"Arnav. Don't be rude to her. No matter what she is still your dadi." She said coldly and turned towards me. "Khushi, if she says anything to you don't take it to heart. Ignore it. She's...she has her views and likes to impose them on everyone."
I nodded confused.
"I just thought I'd warn you. It's better that you know beforehand rather than running into her suddenly. Don't let it bother you. Enjoy the party. I am sorry about this." She said smiling.
"You have nothing to be sorry about Maa." Arnav said his fist still clenched.
She smiled sadly and went to join Nani and Badi Bi.
"Arnav, are you okay?" I asked not knowing what else to ask. He stayed quiet, that far away look still on his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I am okay." He said, his voice emotionless.
"Arnav." I whispered holding his face between my hands. "If you want to talk I am here."
He nodded and smiled, well tried to, it came out more like a grimace.
"Let's go." He said holding out his hand.
"Give me a second." I smiled squeezing his hand and walking towards Zoya.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Uh-" Khushi started to say when she was interrupted.
"Ish-stop puhlease."
Third Person POV
"Oho Manorama, yaha pai toh alreadys two two Ms. World hai." she murmured to herself looking at the two girls. She had watched interested when they were talking in English, their accents giving them away.
[For those of you who didn't watch IPKKND, Manorama was Arnav's Mami, and she was downright hilarious, she dressed in colourful saris, loud make-up and her English was hilarious! And her catch phrase was "Hello Hi Bye Bye". She hated (well pretended) Khushi b/c she came from a small house, but we don't have that problem now]
"Ish stop puhlz." Came a voice from behind the girls as they walked down the stairs.
The girls turned around to see a woman adorned in a colourful silk saree, her hai in a bun, and her neck and head adorned with heavy jewellery.
"Hello Hi Bye Bye! Myself Manorama Raizada. You is?" She asked looking between Khushi and Zoya.
"Namaste Aunty!" They both smiled. "Aap Akash ki maa hai na?" Khushi added.
"Hello Hi bye bye! How's you know? C'mon c'mon tells."
"Ji Arnav nai bataya tha." Khushi smiled.
"And you is?"
"I am Khushi and this is Zoya."
"Oh! Humare Arnav bitwa ki gurll-firend. Aur tum humare Asad bitwa ki gurll-firend. Nice to meets you." Manorama smiled impressed with the two girls.
"Two two NRI bahus! Aab toh hum aachi tarah sai englishwa sikh layenge. Aur inke diets ke tipwa bhi seekh layenge. Hello hi bye bye!" Manorama murmured to herself.
"Ji kuch kaha aapne Aunty?" Zoya asked.
"Hello hi bye bye! Calls me Mami." She smiled at them. "Carrys on." She said as the introductions started. "Payal!" She screeched as Payal came into view with Piyush. "Humara grandson humko dene ka padi." She said holding out her hand.
"Ji mumiji." Payal smiled handing Piyush over to Manorama.
"Piyush bitwa. Tumhe more sparkles-wa ki zaroorat hai." She said noticing his black tux as Payal tried not to laugh. "Never is mind. Tomorrow tum woh suit pehena joh hum tumhare liye Kydney sai laye."
"Maate! Sydney, Kydney nahi." Akash said appearing behind her.
"Wohi Akash bitwa, same ish to same. Hello hi bye bye." Manorama said as she walked towards her mother-in-law. "Saasu-maaa!"
Zoya's POV
"So she is as hilarious as everyone says." Khushi laughed as Mami ran towards Payal.
"Khushi!" Arnav called out.
"Go! It's almost time!" I said pushing her towards Arnav.
"Zoya...I need to talk to you." Asad said yet again as he came to stand beside me.
I groaned, so far I had been asked if I talked to the DJ, heard the phrase 'woh...actually' about a billion times, been told that I look beautiful in sarees, been asked what I thought of the flower arrangements, asked what time it was and if I preferred cats or dogs.
"Asad...now isn't the time. They are about to introduce you." I whispered. The Raizada family, along with Khushi had already been introduced and stepped out. It was just Najma, Nikhat and Ayaan, followed by Asad and me and then the grand entry left.
"But..." Asad started.
"And the oldest son of the amazing couple, Asad Ahmed Khan!" Boomed the voice of the DJ as Asad took a deep breath and stepped outside with me on his arm. A few people applauded as we walked outside, Ayaan's holler being the loudest. I could already hear the whispers and rumors from the aunties present as we made our way to the gazebo and sat on the table.
"And now, the event you've all been waiting for. Please put your hands together to welcome the amazing couple, Dilshad And Rashid Ahmed Khan, ladies and gentlemen!"
"And the craziness begins..." Came Arnav's voice from across the table.
Precap:
- Amazing dance performances
- a new couple?
- one- wait no, two confrontation
- drunk escapades.
Need I say more?
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Ishaani
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