M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 8

Hi friends!
Here is the next update of M4. I am having a great time writing this story. I hope you people are enjoying the ride.

Khushi POV

"YOU ARE GONNA MARRY THAT FREAKY RAIZADA IN A FEW HOURS?!?"

"Shushhhhhh. Don't scream. I am sleep deprived. It is 4 in the morning La."

Covering myself with a quilt I tried to breathe normally. My racing heart was no longer in control. ASR the mafia considered my idea of legal marriage. Two days ago he was in denial. He considered a wedding with me next to impossible. Aur ab dekho. Ek hafta ka bola toh ruka nai gaya. Aaj hi shaadi krni hai janaab ko.
(Now look at him. He cannot wait for another week or so. Mafiaji wants to get married today itself).

"Khushi this is serious. Once the marriage is registered in court you will become Mrs ASR. A mob wife. You are sure about your decision?"

Patting my bed I gestured for her to sit on the covers next to me.

"Lavanya Mr Raizada ki do alag rango ki aankhon mein maine woh dekha hai jo mujhe meri aankhon mein dikhta hai."
(Lavanya I have seen something familiar in the two different coloured orbs of Mr Raizada).

"Kya?"
(What?)

"Akelapan. Hum ek hi boat mein hain La. Bas ek dusre ka hath pakadne ki deri hai."
(Loneliness. We are sailing in the same boat La. We just need to grab on to each other).

As I admitted my weakness my best friend gave me a tight hug. A lone tear escaped my eyelid. She understood my point. No matter how very much I try to hide it behind my smile. The fact remains the same. I don't have any near and dear ones. Shayad ASR hi woh haath hai jisse thaam kar hum khush rahenge.
(Maybe ASR is the right person who will hold my hand for the rest of our happy lives).

Arnav POV

The same day I preponed my meetings and cleared my schedule for the afternoon. Aman took care of the legal work and in between made calls to the movers and packers. I felt a change within myself. A sense of peace took over my mind after Khushi agreed to my terms.

I don't believe in love. I tried dating for a while but as soon as the ladies understood my background they vanished in thin air. So I gave up the idea altogether. But there was always a need for a companion. A family. My blood. That is the reason I agreed to Shashi Gupta's offer to marry Payal. But the fools betrayed me. Well in a way I am thankful to Payal...or should I address her like Khushi does? I am thankful to Chudail Gupta. If not for her I would not have met the 8th wonder of this world. Khushi Gupta soon to be Raizada.

At first, her offer of marriage felt childish to me. But then something triggered inside me. Her daydreams were causing havoc in my life. So naturally to reign some control over my life I considered staying close to Khushi Gupta.

And look at me now. The white-eyed scary mafia is getting married to a brave kind happy-go, lucky teenager. I looked at my watch wistfully. It is only 11 am. A few more hours to go. Despite being a practical man I wanted everything to run smoothly today. I chose this day to marry Khushi and not a week later worried about being jinxed.

Khushi POV

"OMG! I AM GETTING MARRIED TODAY!"

"Breath Khushi Gupta. It's gonna be alright."

We were sitting in the salon near Lavanyas house for the past one hour. And my life had drastically changed since last night. As of this morning, three men in black were stationed outside La's house. They are still guarding the door of our salon. A rule that I am supposed to follow as per Mr Raizada's condition.