Redefined Lovers ||✔️

Chapter 40

EPILOGUE

Two years Later

Ivaan walked around his room in worry, tension and distress all over in his dark brown sherwani with golden bead work as a centre piece. He gulped sitting on his bed holding his head. "Are you ready Ivaan?" Ayra entered in her shaded midnight blue saree with borders glittering in a patch of Jigna cover. Her boat neck blouse was covered with lace from cleavage till her foot neck along with three fourth lace sleeves. Sequins and stones were attached in the blouse giving a rich work.

"What?" She gazed at her brother who was still holding his head looking down. "Ivaan, what's wrong?"

"Lona!" he stood up in a jerk looking at her with some emotions of realization. "I don't want this wedding!"

"You don't want what?" Ayra moved back in shock. What does her brother mean? Only an hour was left for his wedding and now he doesn't want to get married.

"I don't want this wedding, Lona!"

"Are you nuts, Ivaan? Only and hour or half left and now you don't want this wedding?" He sighed again sitting on the bed having this terrible feeling of emptiness.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want!"

"Why?" she whispered bending down to face him in worry. Ivaan just looked up in slight tears lining in his eye lids.

"I don't love, Disha!"

"Love can happen after marriage also, right? Like Mumma, papa? Why don't you give a chance?" Ayra tried convincing her brother. She wouldn't lie, her mom and dad were a living example for love after marriage.

"Lona, why don't you understand, I can't love Disha"

"Why?"

"Because I love Ni!" She sat down with a thud in ultimate thunderbolt. Slowly anger surfaced in the sister, Ivaan was trying to find solace.

"Lona! Lona! Stop, stop hitting me!" Ivaan ran away inside the room with Ayra following him with a perfume bottle trying to hit me.

"Why? I'm asking why? How many times? How many times did Ansh and I asked you to think about your feelings and decision once? Didn't we? We both begged you to be patient instead of running with all your decision. Even day before yesterday I asked you to think once about everything? What did you say?" She hit him on his knuckle frowning in anger. How dare he? He was soo confident in his ego that he disregarded his real feelings.

"Ah! Ah, Lona, it's paining!" Ivaan blowed waving his hand in air. His sister was cruel but at the same time she was right, he denied to hear his feelings.

"What did you say? I know what I'm doing. It's the right for my life and career!" she hit him again glaring.

"Sorry!" Ivaan again ran while blowing were ever he could find skin and his sister bet.

"Guys?" Ansh came in with his black plain silk kurta and straight pants paired with magenta dots on his black over coat. "Lona, what happened? Why does he look like some crow messed his hair? And you why are you breathing heavily and look at your cresses on your saree?" Ansh bend down to his sister's saree pleat and straighten them like a cute dotting brother. "If you can't handle saree, then why do you even wear?" He looked up from down while his hands were rubbing on pleats. "What? Why are you glaring at him?"