One Of A Kind [ slow updates ]

Chapter 8 : It's Official

I was still unsure of I was excited for myself or disappointed for my sister. A dinner party was hosted at the Gulati's three storey house in Paschim Vihar, Delhi. The Mehrotras and Sodhis, who happened to be committed friends of our families were invited too.

I had decided to say yes to the opportunity that Uncle Mehrotra had put up in front of me. Everyone had made themselves comfortable in the lavish living hall of the Gulati family home. Advay had only met my eyes once when he had welcomes us all. He avoided looking at me after that. While the Junior Mehrotra was time and again glancing at me. 

Beeji had connected over a zoom call. They had decided that from a month from now they would get Navi and Advay engaged in Delhi, and then six months later, in December they would get them married in Amritsar.

Sweets were exchanged, congratulations were in order.  I smiled as Navi beamed. I had to admit, she was much much happier since she had met Advay. My parents were overjoyed too. I didn't have the heart to taint all of this happiness because of ASG's stupid feelings for me. Maybe with time he'd understand that he couldn't get a partner better then Navi and that he was stupid to think he likes me.

"Congratulations, on your sister's alliance with my vest friend." I heard a voice from behind. I turned to my head to my right, looking over my shoulder at Mehrotra Junior. 

"Better warn your friend to treat my sister like a queen, or..."

"... you'll treat him like a war prisoner?" He prompted before I could complete.

"Worse," I answered, watching my sister being showered with gifts from her to-be-in-laws. 

"I need to talk to you, in private," He said, his gaze was also fixed on my sister.

"I am not interested!"

"Easy, volcano. It's about that stalker." Saying that he retreated back, and walked away to stand behind the sofa where his friend sat.

I sighed. Wait, he called me a volcano, again! And I said nothing, again! What did he want want talk about the stalker?

I was propelled out of my thoughts as I was called forward for the photographs.

Kaamini Sodhi, the Gulati's neighbor, and one of my mother's good friend made a loud remark that got everyone's attention. "Chaddha Ji, now you should get busy finding a groom for our Avni."

"Aunty, forget about me, you should start looking for a bride or maybe groom for Tushaar Bhaiya." I gave her a sugar-coated smile referring to her son. So, a little back story, here. Months earlier, she had tried to propose the alliance of her son with me. But I had very smartly ended up calling him Bhaiya to which she had taken offense but mummy somehow had managed the situation back then. Ever since then, she always took the opportunity to taunt me and interfere in my life, love life to be specific, the non existent love-lofe to be accuratelyspecifi. "Where is he?" I asked wearing an innocent expression. 

"Work, now one can't get rich by just sitting idly at home, right?" She smiled back at me. More like forced her lips to curve up. 

"Avni, beta. I forgot the sweets in the car, please go get them." My mother spoke up, before I could find a new taunt or remark for aunty, giving me a reprimanded look.

I rolled my eyes at her, "gladly." Saying that I walked outside. As I retreated, I heard Kaamini aunty target Aman for marriage. The woman was obsessed with getting the Indian youngsters married. Apparently, she had hand in getting Advay's elder cousin  Juhi married.

I simply walked over to the sweet shops lined up on the main road. I asked the man behind the counter to give me a kilo of kaju katlis. 

"So, what did you think?"