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... - 11 years ago
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