Hum do Humare Do

Chapter 1

Aarush's POV

Weddings are sacred and beautiful, they are also hella scary and stressful and I am not having these thoughts because i am anxious or having second thoughts about marrying her, if anything i am sure about is making a beautiful family with Soumya, treat her like a queen she is and raise our kids together, and have her as mine. She has been mine since that day at the mall, watching her  nurture our kids, spending time with her and getting to know her. But there is no such immense feeling in the world than making her my wife and declare her as mine infront of the whole fucking world, Hearing her introduce herself as Aveera and Anveer's mother is so delightful but having her introduce herself as my wife and as Soumya Castanha Saluja, nothing beats that.

That is the only why I am enduring this torture called BIG FAT INDIAN WEDDING, I am not the only one who feels like this, Anveer is also super annoyed but is keeping his mouth shut and sucking it up like the good boy he is for his mom and sister. I feel you champ. I feel you. The wedding preparations, the shopping, the rituals and these annoying relatives everything is now getting on my nerves, even Anveer's judging from his expression.

All this while unaware of our miseries, Soumya and Aveera are having the time of their lives. We decided we wanted to celebrate everything together, thus we are here at a private resort specifically for the weddings and its pre wedding rituals and after party, and we also decided to live together in just one villa for the wedding, me, Soumya, kids, both of our parents, Siya, Sahil, Kiara and Kunal as well. Although it took a lot of convincing from me and basically me, if I was doing this Grand wedding shit, I was doing it together with Soumya.

This is how I ended up here, sitting all dressed in my wedding sherwani in the living room, of a decorated and chaotic house, where is running in one or other direction, screaming or doing some shit, I am scrolling through my phone, because clearly we are running late, might as well get productive, rather than watching them prance around like a headless chickens.

"Ugh! I can't deal with this shit anymore, do something.."
Anveer exclaims plopping down on the couch next to me. He looks charming in that sherwani. As much as I want to reprimand him for cursing, an involuntary chuckle comes out. He smirks at me with a knowing look.
"Make sure your mom doesn't hear you saying that."
It's my turn to smirk, as that simple statement wipes the smug off his face and his face pales a little.

"Where is everyone and who the fuck are this people ?!" I ask him, looking at an uncle who might be or not be dad's distant cousin. He has been roaming around in his boxers since morning with an alcohol filled glass. I am already on a thin edge of patience to watch him anymore
"Make sure your mom and my mom don't hear you cursing in front of a 7 year old "
I shudder at the thought of that, they will skin me alive if they heard that. I take a quick glance around and sigh in relief when I see it's a safe zone. I have satan's spawns as children, I'll have to distract him before he snitches to his mom and dadi.
"Where is your Mom? Is ready yet then we will get this over with quickly. Rest can join later or don't whatever." I just want to get married with her with my babies and my family, the rest can go to hell for all I care.

He gives out a tiring sigh, as he is so done with everything unlike my socialising daughter who is literally the life of the party like her mom, "I am trying to do the same thing, but can't find mom, don't know where she is."
That statement rings a warning bell in my head, maybe I am overthinking or just tired and overwhelmed, she might here somewhere, doing last minute things, keeping my worries at bay and with a calm exopsure, Anveer is also very protective of his mom, if he realises something is wrong, he'll get worried, "Did you ask your Nani, Masi or Bua? They might know."
To which he nods his head slightly while in deep thought, "Let's go check, she might be here somewhere itself."

It's been an hour after that, and we still can't find my Bride to be, and apparently during that search we might have let everyone in the house know that Soumya is missing. Everyone is worried, the relatives who I still don't know what exactly they are doing here instead of the Wedding banquet, are looking at us with pity and sympathy like she has run away and have started thrashing her.
They better shut up or the consequences won't be so good. They don't know her, she would never do that to me or any of us, if even she doesn't love me or doesn't want to marry me, she wouldn't do that to Anveer and Aveera, after everything we have done to reach here and make this family.

Now I am worried, where is she? She never does something like this, unless it's an emergency, I don't want her to fight through it alone, although I know she is more than capable of doing it, but that doesn't stop me from worrying. I can see everyone mirroring my thoughts, wait a second... 1..2...7
Sahil is not here. Shit! He might be with her.
I quickly start calling him, maybe he knows where is and is even with her.
Pick up! Pick up! Why is he not picking up like Soumya!?

Finally someone picks up, but there is an unfamiliar woman's voice on the other side, I still ask her about Sahil, what she says thrashes my world, No! No! This can't be happening, there must be some misunderstanding. Yeah.. yeah.. that's what has happened, I will personally go and see. This is not happening. Her words still ringing in my ears,
" Dr. Sahil can't come to the phone now, his sister who was getting married today has been brought to the ER, because of severe stomachache and waist pain. As a family member of the owner, her reports  are already here, it's cancer. She is in no position to get married today, it's at least delayed to a couple of months, if she gets married that is. How tragic!"

I don't bother with everyone else's questioning looks, my priority is Soumya now, I quickly go back to my room, change into a random pair of jeans and tshirt and get out of the house, Dad, John Uncle and Kunal hot on my heels, others following them,
I give them a quick gist, ask them to cancel the wedding for now and take care of everything here and then come there.

"Papa..Mumma.." I glance down to my babies, their worried and teary eyes tug at my heartstrings painfully. I kneel down infront them, " Don't worry beta, she is fine, she just got a little bubu in her tummy, I am going to her okay? Stay with Nani and Dadi. I will bring your Mumma home soon." I hug them, make sure they calmed down and kiss their foreheads before ushering them towards the house.

As soon as I start the car, and move away from everyone's watchful eyes, worry and anxiety starts terrorising me.

All the way there, our memories flash between my eyes, our first meeting at the mall, living together everything. She has been in my life for only a year now but life before just seems to have faded, I can't live without her and I won't.

She is the light of my life. My Angel. I will be damned before I let anyone take her away from me. I have to stay strong for her and the kids.

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Glossary :
Sherwani - Indian Ethnic Wear, specifically worn                
                     by grooms on their wedding day
Nani - Maternal Grandmother
Masi - Mom's Sister
Dadi - Paternal Grandmother
Bua - Dad's Sister