RanVeer One Shots

29.

Since you guys requested for an extra part so here it is! The picture here is whom I thought of while writing Atharv and Preeti's character.

RanVeer OS: The Wedding Planner from Hell

Rani gasped slightly as he settled on one knee, with a box in his hands and looking at her expectantly, "Rani, will you marry me?"

Her eyes brimmed over as she nodded her acquiescence. The group whooped wildly as Veer put the ring into her finger. Veer pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Preeti wolf whistled while Atharv was the only one who sat completely motionless, as if shocked.

It was Preeti who noticed her husband's uncharacteristic silence. "Oye Idiot. What's wrong?"

He shook his head lethargically, blinking as if it took him a lot of effort to do so. "I... I'm just..."

"What?" Preeti asked him.

"I'm happy. Very happy," Atharv said slowly. "In fact, I have an idea."

Uh oh!

"And what would that be?" Veer asked slowly, his fingers tightening around Rani's waist in trepidation.

The CEO stood up and walked up to them with a large, goofy and almost patronizing smile. He pulled the two of them in a bear hug and proclaimed loudly, "I'm going to be your wedding planner!"

If Veer's eyes bulged any further, they'd have popped out of his sockets, in front of him stood the most garish 'tree' that he'd ever seen.

Atharv stood next to it grinning widely. The monstrosity in front of him was at least twenty-five feet tall, replete with silver trunk and branches, golden leaves, tassels and crystals.

"This will be the center piece in the wedding hall. I designed it myself," in his excitement, Atharv seemed to have forgotten that the people around him had perfect auditory skills. His voice rose with every word as he started to describe the hall. "There will be smaller versions of this baby on each table. And the menu will be embossed in gold and written with silver ink. Oh and I have prepared the menu as well. See!"

He pulled out a roll from his inner pocket and shook it open.

"Whoa!" Vikram exclaimed. "Just how many items are there?"

"Just seventy-five," Atharv said nonchalantly.

"Seventy-five?" Rani squeaked.

Veer massaged his temples and sighed, "Atharv, what part of 'we want a simple wedding' did you not understand?"

Atharv gawked at Veer as if he'd grown another head, "What do you mean? This is simple enough."

Preeti slapped a hand on her forehead, "Atharv! When I said tone it down, I didn't mean that you reduce the thirty feet tall tree to twenty-five feet!"

"But I worked so hard for this!" Atharv cried.

"Atharv," Rani ventured slowly. "Can we please... um... make this... thing a little shorter maybe? It won't... um... fit in the hall."

Veer shook his head, "Actually, it would be preferable if we didn't have this tree at all."

"But this is so pretty!"