Part 15: Milta Hain Yahan Sab Kuch, Ik Milta Nahin Dil
"Your hair is looking so nice."
Khushi looked at Daadi suspiciously. It had been two days since she had arrived in Bombay and Daadi had been all sugar and kindness. Not one sarcastic comment about Khushi's life choices. Not one unkind word about her lack of domestic skills. Not one disparaging comment about her hair.
Daadi smiled benignly as Khushi tried to pull herself out of the too comfortable bed at the Taj Lands End where her family had decided she ought to stay till their house was ready to welcome her again, only to bid adieu to her. Oh well, she was not going to think about that. Not now at any rate. She had successfully managed to avoid thinking about unpleasant things since she had landed. For example, will there be a wedding at all?
When they reached Bombay and Arnav left the airplane without even a second dekho, Khushi wondered how she would explain her fiance's absence to Daadi and her Dad who were going to pick her up at the airport. By the time Khushi got out of immigration and headed to the baggage carousel she was almost in tears. But just then she spotted him, near carousel number 4, with a trolly that clearly had her giant red box. She hurried towards him, a smile on her face, but he looked at her with brooding intensity. Oh, oh. That is when she noticed that he had two trolleys, one for himself and one for her. Evidently chivalry or whatever was not dead though love possibly was.
"Arnav we need to talk. Listen, I am sorry.."
He put his hand out, asking her to stop.
"Not here, Khushi. Not now."
"But.."
"No."
"Are we breaking up?"
"Khushi, I don't like this. I don't like what you did, okay? I need some time, to re-evaluate. Kneejerk reactions are no good. Now let us head to our families and not talk about this now."
And so, time it was. It had been forty-eight hours and not a peep out of the man.
Khushi who had been feeling particularly melancholic after parting ways with Arnav at the airport, found that it was replaced by a whole lot of cheer the moment she checked into her fancypants suite at the Taj. Everything in the suite screamed, indulgence, indulgence, uber indulgence. The doorknobs were so shiny that she wiped them with a tissue each time she touched it. The pillows were so fluffy and soft that she wondered if it would be okay to steal one of them when she left. C'mon the room had 16 pillows, they wouldn't miss one. The TV screen was so huge that when she watched Salman Khan come on TV in some random 90s movie that was playing she could touch every ab of his steroids-pumped body. Not that she actually touched Salman Khan's abs. That would be creepy. In fact, Salman Khan was pretty creepy. But at least he managed to distract her from the fact that her fiance hadn't called her yet. No, she was grateful to Salman Khan.
And just then as if by telepathy, her Daadi said, "Do you know Balvaan Khan lives next door?"
"Not Balvaan Khan, Shaharukh Khan lives next door. He is better," Dad corrected Daadi in a tone that suggested that Shahrukh was a more appropriate neighbour for his daughter that than Balvaan.
Devil, deep sea, whatever.
"Daadi, his name is Salman Khan. Wait. Are we being all bad punny? And Dad, have you won a lottery?"
"What?"
"Or does our family have some mafia connections?"
"Khushi, what nonsense are you babbling?"
"Why am I staying in the Taj Lands End, with Balvaan and Shahrukh for company?"
"You don't like it?"
"Of course, I LOVE it. Who wouldn't? Even Karl Marx probably would."
"Then why are you complaining?"
"Not complaining dad. Are you sure we can afford this?"
Daadi interrupted the conversation and said, "You don't worry about anything. You just enjoy the last few days of your freedom. Before.."
"Daadi, I am getting married. Stop making it seem like the guillotine."
"Of course. I am just saying, you don't worry about anything."
"I am dying of some rare disease, am I not?"
"Khushi, stop being dramatic. Payal got a voucher for some work that she had done for the hotel, so she suggested we book you here as you will like it. It is all paid for."
"Phew. That is okay, then? Speaking of which, why is my sister ignoring me? It has been two days and she has not yet called me."
"She must be busy."
"She is now from the boys side."
"Daadi, how can you say that? We are Guptas4ever."
Khushi got up from her place and rummaged through her suitcase and flung things at random to pick something to wear. No, still nothing from Daadi. Oh well, she might as well enjoy this momentary truce.
"Where are you going now?"
"Daadi, Anagha is coming here and we are going to hangout."
"What do you mean by hangout?"
"I am thinking of getting my nose pierced."
"What?! No. I forbid you."
Ah, finally.
"Why not? It is all the rage among bohemian chicks."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know. It just sounded like a clever thing to say."
"Have you asked Arnav?"
"I don't need his permission."
"I didn't mean that. He may feel bad."
"Because I got MY nose pierced?"
"Fine. Dr Parikh can always stitch up the hole if Arnav has a problem."
Dr Parikh, there family doctor who was only 150-years-old was not someone whom Khushi intended to trust her nose with. No sir.
"How is Dr Parikh still allowed to practice medicine?"
"Rubbish. He is still the best. In fact, he is the family doctor of Balvaan Khan and Shahrukh Khan also."
"But Balvaan doesn't have a family, does he? Isn't he single." Dad chipped in.
Khushi was getting alarmed at how much her dad seemed to be in the know of Balvaan.
"Yes, he finds these very beautiful women. And then they leave him because he does something silly." Daadi said, summing up Balvaan's love-life with her usual eloquence.
Then it stuck Khushi, f**k! I am Balvaan Khan. And that is how a fangirl was born.
**
"Arnav, why are you so stubborn?"
"Di, I am not. I told you, I am busy for two weeks with the movie. This is all new to me, I need to focus on it, okay?"
"But you are getting married in 28 days."
"Hmm.'
"Don't hmm me."
"Fine."
"Don't fine me."
"Di."
"Arnav."
"What do you want?"
"Khushi needs to meet Daadaji. I don't see how putting it off is going to help either of you."
"She does not need to meet Daadaji. Not until everything is final."
"Wait. What does it mean? Are you having second thoughts?"
"Did I say that?"
"You suggested that."
"You need help."
"As do you. Does Khushi even know about Daadaji."
"I guess so."
"You guess so?"
"Payal must have told her."
"Payal must have told her?"
"Di, stop parroting me. It is annoying."
"Now you find your sister annoying."
"I said you were being annoying. In this moment. I did not say that you are annoying. Anyway, I am going now."
Arnav knew that he needed to get out before Anjali Di did any more sleuthing. And once Anjali DI put her mind to it, she could be crazily relentless.
"Are you going to meet Khushi?"
"No. I am meeting Lizoo for coffee."
"Oh. Is Khushi... also joining you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Maybe because we are not conjoined twins."
"Haha. We need to pick jewelry. Can you ask Khushi if she is free tomorrow?"
"I don't have her phone number."
"You don't what?"
"Di, stop it. We both have our lives. Just because you and jeeju have this freakish need for over sharing, doesn't mean I feel the same way too."
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Arnav knew it was uncalled for. He walked up to his Di and pulled her into a hug.
"I am sorry, Di. That is not what I meant. You and jeeju are perfect.. for each other. The same relationship style need not work for all of us, yes?"
"Fine, Arnav. But is everything okay?"
"Yes."
"You look.. disturbed."
"Just nervous about the acting thing."
"Pish posh. You are perfect. I am sure Khushi will have her hands full with all the crazy fangirls you will soon have."
Arnav rolled his eyes, only Anjali Di could make an extravagant comment like that and actually mean it.
"Am I interrupting some quality time between the siblings."
Abhimanyu his brother-in-law walked in and Anjali's face lit up immediately. Now this couple were going strong, after five years of marriage and having known each other for fifteen years before. They were but children when they first met and their love for each other had only strengthened and grown over the years. Would he and Khushi ever have this? Oh well, it was unlikely that Anjali Di would ever rummage through his personal stuff without letting jeeju know. No, in fact, jeeju and Di would probably rummage together. He was feeling miserable and even though he knew part of his was his own doing, it still felt awful. In fact, it probably felt more awful because of that very reason. Anyway, he had better head out now if he were to meet Lizoo on time. It would be good to catch up with her after long last.
While he got ready he could hear Anjali Di speaking to someone over the phone.
"Yes Daadiji, I am okay. Just a flu. How is Khushi? Is she jetlagged? Oh poor her. Arnav is the same too. God, they are so made for each other. Taj? Does she have an India number yet? Yes, it is 98200 12009?"
"Di, Abhi, I will see you guys for dinner."
Anjali Di waved while still on the phone.
As Arnav got into the car he was annoyed that somehow he had memorized Khushi's number without wanting to. There was no escaping her.
**
The lady next to Khushi, who was almost sitting on her lap, poked her and said, "Phone kyun uthati nahin ho?"
That is when Khushi realized that her phone had been ringing for a bit and over the cacophony she hadn't heard it. By the time she managed to take her phone out, it stopped ringing. It was a landline. A Bombay number. Hmm. Could it be Mr Meltdown? She considered calling back the number, but it was too noisy. She will wait until she got back to the hotel to return the call.
She looked out of the window at her city, though there was really not much to see. But Khushi was thrilled to have got a window seat. As the train began to empty out with each station, Anagha made her way to near where Khushi was.
"Khushi, why the hell did we need to take a local train? When you asked me to arrive sans car and driver I assumed you had transport. But this..."
Khushi smiled at her friend, who looked distinctly uncomfortable in the train.
"Oh c'mon, trains are the best way to get around this city."
"But why did we have to take a Fast? We haven't done this in years."
"You can take a girl out of Bombay, but you can't make her let go of a fast train, okay?"
**
The cafe had a jazz band and Arnav wasn't sure how he felt about the music. But the mimosas were strangely calming. He was sitting across Lizoo and felt completely at ease. Though they had not hung-out in years now, it didn't seem to have made any difference and there was no awkwardness.
"Arnie, what is wrong with you? Is all well between you and Khushi?"
"What? Why do you ask?"
"What is wrong? Did you guys fight?"
"Hmm."
"Did you?"
"How did you know?"
"It is obvious. You have that mopey, lovesick puppy-dog look."
"I do not."
"You do too. It is one of your best looks."
"Rubbish. You are high."
"Possibly, but that does not make you less mopey."
"Khushi took something from my apartment without telling me. I mean, I planned to give it to her anyway.."
"Umm. Is that too much information or do I want to know more."
"You are incorrigible, Kashyap."
"I try."
**
"My nose is hurting. In fact, I think I might be the first person to die because of getting their nose pierced."
"Oh shush. You are just hungry. Plus, it was your idea."
"So?"
"So, quit complaining. Besides I had warned you."
"Anagha, you didn't tell me that it will hurt as much as having a baby."
"Khushi, shut up. Where do you want to go?"
"Lets go to the Kala Ghoda Cafe. Maybe as I sit there and mock those hipsters, I will feel better."
"Well, you are the one with a nose ring, an iPad and a Macbook. So I don't see how that puts you in a position to mock hipsters."
"Haven't you heard? Loha hi lohe ko kaat ta hain. You can take on irony only by being ironic yourself."
"Does Arnav know what he is getting himself into?"
**
"Khushi, so good to see you."
Saying this a gorgeous creature enveloped her into her arms.
What the heck! In this city of whatever million of population and whatever thousands of eateries, she had to run into her possibly ex fiance and possibly his future fiance.
Bleurgh.
"Khushi, you look so lovely. You are totally working the nose ring. Isn't she, Arnie?"
Mr Meltdown gave her an ambiguous look.
"Hey, Arnav. How are you doing?"
That is when Arnav noticed that Anagha was there with Khushi and a disapproving frown returned.
"I am good, Anagha. How are you?"
So the two of them played the I am fine-you are fine-we are all fine game for a bit.
Khushi felt Lavanya looking at her curiously and felt altogether too uncomfortable at the scrutiny. She wished Anagha would shut up and they could just find a table, under which Khushi go and hide.
Anagha, please don't mention Aakash, that will piss off Arnav some more. Please don't, Khushi sent out a secret message to Anagha.
"So, how is Aakash doing?" Anagha asked.
Help.
**
BeepThere is something off between Arnie and Khushi. The two of them happened to meet at the cafe and are exchanging phone numbers.
I have been suspicious too. Which is why I want to make Khushi meet Daadaji. Did Arnav tell you something?
Something about Khushi taking something that was his which he anyway intended to give her.
*giggle*
Exactly.
Lizoo, do try and find out what is up.
I am on it, Di.
**
BeepSomething is off between Khushi and Raizada.
Really? Maybe Khushi will allow you to return the favour and deliver a "I can't marry you" note to Arnav.
Haha, David. Don't mention that even in jest. But I don't think Khushi is in love with anyone else. Surely, I would have known.
So what do you think is wrong with them?
I don't know. Khushi can be chatty and cagey at the same time. But we ran into Raizada and his BFF Lizoo. Khushi and Raizada exchanged phone numbers then.
Eh?
I mean, they were exchanging phone numbers like acquaintances who ran into each other.
What kind of name is Lizoo?!
Yes, Khushi hates her.
Why?
Because she is too nice.
That is absolutely a good reason to hate someone.
Sarcasm?
What do you think?
Let us not fight over other people's lives, please.
Right. Isn't it awkward for you to attend a wedding of your ex fiance's sister-in-law?
BFF trumps awkward encounters. Plus, there might be no wedding at all.
One can hope.
Hmm.
Just kidding okay?
**
BeepArnav, I got your India number from Balwant. I was wondering if we could meet sometime tomorrow or day after.
Who is this?
Sorry, this is Shashank. Shashank Kapoor.
Sure thing. Day after at 5?
Perfect. I will text you the address.
**
BeepMasterji, I have been calling you, but can't get through. This is Khushi Gupta. About my wedding blouses, please reduce armhole and waist measurements by 1.5 inches.
Masterji, this is Payal Gupta. About the blouse I had given you to stitch, can you please increase the waist by 2 inches. Thanks.
**
BeepHello, Bhabhi. You are ignoring me. Arnav's Daadaji would like to meet you. So please come to Raizada Mansion for lunch tomorrow. Please come in by 12, Daadaji is stickler for timing.
Dammit! Khushi had forgotten about this evil Daadaji. He had not made it for Payal and Aakash's wedding because he had just undergone a surgery and had a travel constraint. Khushi had noticed that the Raizadas had seemed relieved. But before the wedding Daadaji had met with Payal and had apparently given his blessings. Khushi had tried to wriggle some information from Payal about this mysterious man, but Payal was completely cagey when it came to matters related to Sasural Payal Ka. And now she had to meet this man. What if he disapproved of her? Wait, how did it matter, Evil Daadaji's grandson disapproved of her. Speaking of the devil, awkward was running into Mr Handsome and his Miss Perfect earlier. He looked so fine that Khushi's incredibly shallow self fell deeper in love with him at that point. But he was being all cool and mean, so she had sadly stared at her Earl Grey tea that she had meant to enjoy ironically, but she could not.
Lizoo was being all sunshine and rainbows while Raizada had looked on at her with goo-goo eyes.
No, he is supposed to only look at me with those goo-goo eyes. Pah.
But at least he had given her his number.
"Save my number."
"What?"
"Do you have my number?"
"What?"
"Give me your phone."
"What? Why?"
He had let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed her phone and punched many things with feeling and gave it back to her. Lizoo and Anagha stood in the background giggling.
Maybe she should call Raizada and get some tips on how to handle Daadaji. But, she remembered that he had not asked for her number. So, she was not going to call him.
She hated her life. But at least she had lost weight. She turned on the TV and there was Balvaan Khan doing trademark pelvic moves. Maybe I can marry this guy seeing that both of us are going to die single.
**
"Arnav, when does your movie shooting begin?"
Arnav looked up from his laptop, it was Abhi, his brother-in-law. He noticed with some relief that his sister was not around. He didn't think he could handle another round of the Spanish Inquisition. It had been a confusing sort of day. Running into Khushi made him realise that he was no longer mad at her. Maybe it was the nose ring, but she looked totally fetching. He wished that Lizoo and Anagha would just make themselves scarce. In fact, he felt this enormous need to just pull her into a bone crushing hug and whisk her away with him someplace else. Wait a second, now he was considering eloping? But she seemed more interested in the Earl Grey tea that she was having than wanting to talk to him. He had to almost wrest her mobile phone from her hands and save his number. Normally he was not prone to such Neanderthal tendencies, but sometimes Khushi could be maddening. She was making absolutely no attempt to reach out to him. No sir. In fact, she and Lizoo spent a full half an hour discussing some TV show called Shudh Desi Ghee or something.
So now she had his number. And he was going to wait for her to call.
"In a couple of days. Day after is the mahurat shot."
"Are you excited?"
"I don't really know. Feeling more strange than excited."
"You will do well, don't worry."
"Did Anjali Di send you here for this motivational spiel?"
"Haha, surprisingly not. Cut her some slack saale saab. This baby stress is getting a bit much."
"Sorry, Abhi. I understand. Do you guys.. I mean.."
"See a doctor? We have, but nothing is helping. I was wondering if we could adopt."
"Hmm."
"Arnav, why don't you suggest this to Anjali?"
"What? Why? No. This is something way too personal."
"But she will listen to you.. you know.."
"Because I am adopted too?"
"Yes. I mean, that is not how I meant it."
"It is okay. It is the truth. I am not insecure about this, Abhi."
"I know. Will you speak with Anjali."
"I will think about it."
"Thanks, Arnav. So is Khushi is all set to meet old man Raizada? I bet she will charm him with ease."
"Ya ya, fangirl."
"Good night, Arnav."
**
"Payal, why have you been ignoring me? You don't love me anymore, do you?"
Mmm, Payal mumbled distractedly as she drew patterns on the teak table in the hotel suite.
"Payal, stop doing that. Everything in this room is nice to look, but should not be touched."
"Shut up, Khushi. How is your nose now?"
Khushi touched her nose. It was still sore. Oww.
"Please don't remind me about that."
"So have you decided what will be the sangeet song? We need to start practising."
Khushi sighed. Sudden feeling of nostalgia sweeping her as she remembered a year ago in Lucknow as she tried to fill the impossible shoes of Rakhi Sawant. And how Raizada had swooned after her... ahem.. exemplary performance. She stifled a giggle.
"What is so funny?"
"Nothing. By the way, thanks Payaloo for giving me the coupon to stay at this fancy place. You are the best. Only problem is that I don't think I ever want to go back home."
"I am glad you like it."
"So tell me about this Daadaji."
"He is nice."
"Give me more than that."
"He is nice. See, he didn't approve of it when Arnav was.. you know adopted."
"What a douchebag."
"Khushi!"
"What? How can anyone not love my beautiful Arnav?"
Payal rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Ah, young love."
"Payal, stop behaving like you are one hundred years old."
"But now Daadaji loves Arnav. In fact, he is probably the favourite grandson. So, he is all redeemed okay?"
"Rubbish. Do you think Cindrella's stepmother can be ever redeemed?"
"Arnav is not a Disney princess."
"That is true."
"Be nice to Daadaji, okay? He is seventy eight."
"Kilograms?"
"Khushi, if you don't quit your godawful jokes, I will leave."
"Okay, okay. Sorry. You are no fun since you have become a Raizada."
"Hmm."
"This constant hmming is also such a Raizada trait."
"Hmm."
"Payal, is everything okay?"
"I don't know Khushi. Something happened."
Khushi looked at her sister closely. Good lord, she did look disturbed. There was a certain restlessness in her eyes and in the nervous way that she kept fidgeting with her hands. If she had not been so self-absorbed, she would have noticed. She sat down at Payal's feet by the window of the hotel. They looked out for a bit, taking in the view.
"Payal, what is wrong. Please tell me. You are kind of freaking me out now."
"Khushi, I am.. pregnant."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me."
"Oh my god. Who is the dad?"
"Khushi!"
"What? Are you saying Aaakash jeeju is the dad? Then what is the problem? Not that it matters if it was someone else's child either."
"But, Aakash and I decided not to have children for a couple of years at least. Plus, Anjali Di has been trying to get pregnant.."
"Umm. How does that even matter??"
"It is awkward. What if Aakash is mad?"
"Well, wasn't he somehow involved with this baby-making. Besides, contraception fails all the time. Half of the world wouldn't exist if it didn't."
"I guess so. I will tell Aakash."
"Of course, you must. Since you are going to be all glowing loveliness soon it will be hard to keep it from him. Payal this is great news, I am going to be an aunt."
And she got up and hugged her sister.
"Khushi, stop crushing me. Yes, you will be a Tayi I guess."
"Tayi? No way. I will be a mausi. Mausis are awesome. Tayis are usually creepy."
"Fine. So have you decided what to wear tomorrow?"
"I don't know. What will go with my nose ring?"
**
Munir Ahmed ran a 10 by 10 shop in Bhindi Bazaar called Mohini Dressmakers, thus named after his favourite Hindi film heroine's iconic movie character from the late 80s. He had two assistants and all of them worked about 16 to 17 hours, tirelessly, churning out blouses, kurtis, patialas, lehengas; basically anything that women would wear. Though they were a small store in one of the most crowded parts of the city, they had a very loyal clientele made up of some of the most influential families in the city. In fact, they were like one of the best kept secrets of the city.
As usual he had a very busy month ahead, with a wedding in the Guptasand Raizada family, both of whom had been his customers for the longest time. He looked at the measurement chart in front of him and was perplexed. He was very proud of the fact that he knew every contour, every shape of every woman's blouse he stitched. He was a conservative man, respectful of women, but he was also damn good at his job.
"Shankar, Khushi Gupta ka kamar badhaya kyun aur Payal Gupta ka ghataya kyun?"
"Bhai, kal message bheje rahi dono. Tau maine phone karke con-phirm kar liya. Khushi Didi pet se hai na."
"Kya?"
"Haan. Unhone wohi tau bataya."
"Theekh tarah se samjhe ho ya nahin?"
"Haan. Doubt tha, toh phitr se con-phirm kiya. Woh bole rahi ki abhi pata chala."
Anjali who was there with a bag full of fabrics that needed to be stitched felt dizzy and fainted.
**
Khushi got into a taxi. It was quarter to 12 and she was nowhere near Raizada Mansion. Damn, she shouldn't have waited for the train. There was some problem in the power-grid of the city and trains were all not running on time. The roads were chockablock with traffic.
"Bhai saheb, aapko pata hai Raizada Mansion kahan hain?"
"Haan, Madam. Pata hain.'
Wow. So the Raizada Mansion was a landmark of sorts, something that auto drivers and taxi drivers knew. It sounded terrifying. Why was she getting into this?
"Bhai Saheb thoda jaldi chalaliya na?"
"Madam, hawa mein chalaoon kya?"
Good lord, he sounded like Kachua Chaap's long-lost brother.
"Madam, aap na, gaana suno. Yeh gaadi yahan se kam se kam aadhe ghante tak hilne nahin walli hain."
Aye Dil Hai Mushkil Jeena Yahan, Zara Hatke, Zara Bachke, Yeh Hai Bambai Meri Jaan.
Shut up, Radio God.Kahin building, kahin tram-ey, Kahin motor, Kahin rail.
Milta hain yahan sab kuch, ik milta nahin dil.
That is it. I am going to just trek to Raizada Mansion.Khushi got out of the taxi, hitched up her sari as she jumped over the divider and walked across to the other side. Her sari, makeup and hair, all were a colossal mess now.
Being an elegant Raizada Bahu = Zero points.
Oh well, Cindrella's stepmother needed to deal with it.
**
"Khushi is not here."
"Yes."
"Anjali is not here."
"Jeejaji messaged that he had to take Di to the doctor. She was just feeling under the weather."
"Payal is not here."
"Aakash said that he had to take Payal to the doctor, because.. she too is feeling under the weather."
"This is all most irregular."
Arnav sighed. Where was Khushi? Wait, had she decided not to come after all? He wouldn't blame her. He should have called her. Daadaji had now begun pacing. That was not a good sign.
He knew her number. He should probably call her.
Pick up the phone, Khushi.
"She is not picking up the phone, Daadaji."
"This is all most irregular."
He decided to text her.
Khushi, where are you? Call me.
This is Arnav.
Khushi, are you not coming? You could have told me.
Daadaji's arteries might explode anytime.
Khushi, please call me once. That is all.
"I don't think she is coming, let us eat lunch. Hari Prakash has outdone himself today."
**
"Bhai Saheb, yeh Raizada Mansion kidhar padega?"
"Bas Madam, seedha jao aur bas aa gaya."
Bah! People in Bombay had no real understanding of the phrase "bas aa gaya".
Wait what time was it? Of course, she didn't wear a watch. She stopped by the side of the road and sat on one of the benches that rather sternly said "Only for Senior Citizens" and took out her phone. It was quarter to one. Well done, Miss Gupta, for messing up yet another chance.
Wait, she had so many missed calls and messages. Who from?
You have 6 missed calls from, I'm Sorry.
Messages from I'm Sorry
Khushi, where are you? Call me.
This is Arnav.
So when Arnav had grabbed the phone from her yesterday he had saved his number as I'm Sorry?
Oh my god. So much adorableness. She just could not.
**
"Khushi."
"Arnav, I am sorry. I had to walk down and got late. And then I didn't hear the phone. I am sorry."
"It is okay. I am glad you came."
"I love you, Raizada. I am sorry for taking my bucket list without telling you."
"You what?"
"My bucket list, which you had. I am sorry for taking it like that."
"You took your bucket list?"
"Umm, Raizada. Are we suffering from memory loss now? Didn't you go all, I need time to think or something because of it?"
"Oh."
"Oh indeed."
"I thought that you had taken something else. That is why I was mad."
"Uh huh."
"Yes, I mean, I did have your Bucket List. Why would I be mad at you for you taking your own Bucket List? You must think of me as completely daft."
"No... I mean. What else have I taken that is yours? Besides your heart that is."
"And my peace of mind."
"Fine. Besides that?"
"I had an old.. for lack of a better word, a personal diary that I kept through my childhood and confused teenage years..."
"Oooh. a coming of age tale of a young wallflower like boy, as he learns to masturbate, fall in love with Regina George, have his heart broken and eventually learn to love himself and bloom into a butterfly. Awesome."
"Pretty much. Okay now this sounds really pathetic. But, just that.. well never mind that now."
"You can tell me, you know. Secrets and cake are both meant to be shared."
"Your life philosophies are highly dubious."
"Possibly, but they work."
"I daresay they do, Gupta. You really are full of beans."
"Yes, in fact that is my superpower."
"I think we are officially the couple with the worst misunderstandings ever."
"True that. Even Ka-Ka had less flimsy misunderstandings."
"Like?"
"Oooh, so this one time Kabir decides to confess his love to Niharika. It is Diwali and so Niharika is on the terrace lighting lamps. But there is a power-cut just then and Varun, Kabir's brother puts a chain around Niharika's neck thinking it is his fiance. When the light comes on everyone is shocked because they assume that Varun and Niharika are now married... so after that.."
"Stop it, Khushi. Please."
"You should check the scene on Youtube, it has 10 million views. Search for Ka-Ka Love Scene 180 - Niharika and Varun Accidentally Marry."
"You need help."
"I shipped Ni-Run for a while, but got banned from the forum. Don't roll your eyes. What will you do once we marry."
"Are we still marrying?"
"Are we not?"
"Khushi, there is lots... you don't know about me. It is not pretty."
"I love you Raizada, we will figure it out, okay?"
And the two of them hugged each other until a voice called out.
"You two, stop hugging in the middle of the road. This is all most irregular."
**
"Congratulations, Di. You are pregnant."
"Hmm."
"Di, is everything okay?"
"Payal, I don't want you tell anything about this to anyone, not even Aakash, but Khushi is apparently pregnant."
"What?!"
**
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