Pranbir : Celeso Amar

Business, the other way round

"Don't worry Pushu. Your Daddy won't do anything stupid."

"Promise?", Pushkar asked hopefully.

"Promise.", Rajat assured.

~•~

"Batao na! Pehenogi kal ye saree?", Ranbir asked hopefully.

Prachi fumed at him and folded her hands. Turning her face adorably towards the other side, she said, "Sirf isiliye kyonki Papa khush honge."

Vikram raised his eyebrows.

Ranbir insides danced the conga, but his mouth fell open. "Yaar kamal karti ho! Seedhe muh jawab kyun nahi deti? Haan! Ye ek word bol deti bas?"

Prachi gave him the famous, made-only-for-him narrowed glare, picked up her kurti and left. Ranbir looked at the others, who sniggered and left. Assuring that nobody was around, he bumped his fist in the air. "Yess!"

He quietly left as he heard the door of the washroom opening.

~•~

It was party time!!!

(Will you guys forgive me if I don't write the description of the hall? 🤧 Quite bad at it. Plus, need to focus on the story, else will break the link. 🙏🏻)

Ranbir greeted Pushkar with a warm hug, who too hugged him quite awkwardly, but did not show it. Rajat too accepted the welcome, but excused himself.

'Prachi Ranbir ki wife hain? Par mujhe laga ki uski shaadi to ... Par Pushu ne kaha tha ki uski shaadi mein problems hain. Lagta hain yahi baat hain. Nevertheless, I need to inspect everything.'

"I hope everything's ok? Just the way we had planned?", Ranbir asked Pushkar.

"It's perfect. Simply perfect!", He replied.

One of the foreign guests commented, "This is simply amazing. Keesne plan khiya hein ye shab?"

"Of course Prachi!", Both Ranbir and Pushkar answered.

Their eyes met as soon as they spoke. Several emotions passed between them, awkwardness, confusion, guilt and insecurity.

"Hey look at her! Vo khitni shundar hein!", The same person exclaimed.

As soon as both of their heads turned into the direction the man had pointed, they stopped. Mesmerized would have been an understatement for their condition. They were smittened.

Dressed in Ranbir's chosen saree, Prachi was walking, or rather gliding down the stairs, looking heavenly beautiful. Her long hair, today tied in a long plait with her hair parted from a side, a lovely silvery-golden tiara adorning her hair, bangles jingling merrily on her wrist, long jhumkas hanging from her earlobes; Ranbir's heart swelled with pride as his gaze fell on the payals which he had bought for her, and most importantly, his mangalsutra and his sindoor enhancing her beauty. On the other hand, those two objects of pride broke Pushkar's heart. But, as soon as she greeted a sweet "Namaste" to an elderly lady, their hearts began dancing again. Uff!

Stop looking at her! A heart cried out.

You stop looking at her! The other one fumed.