" Mam, what name do you want to write ?" asked Khushi's designer where Arnav, Anjali, and Subhadra looked at her perplexed with what name she was going to say since they could very well hear what was happening next to them.
" ASR," said Khushi without thinking much and that is when she felt someone pulling her from her seated position, and a straight slap echoed in the hall.
Khushi held her right chin in shock whereas Akash just held her from falling with the effect of push and the effect of slapping.
" What the hell," she shouted after recovering from the shock, and she stood up from the place with the help of Akash.
Everyone's attention got diverted to them, where the two bodyguards of Khushi came and held Subhadra, predicting she might act violently further.
" Leave me you fools, this girl needs to be taught a lesson, I will slap her more and more for having dared to write my grandson's name on her hand. This characterless girl has no shame," she screamed as the guards held her firm in their hold.
" Wow Mrs. Malik, wow. Do you really think I am still behind your useless, heartless, characterless Grandson? No, not at all! I have better things to do rather than doing this cheap thing," said Khushi with a stern and bold tone.
If she wasn't in a public space with many people over there, she would have used some worst words that no one could imagine and would have given a tight slap to this woman standing before her. But then she controlled herself as she knows her limits.
Arnav looked at her with shock seeing the words she was using at him. His gaze was just fixed at her.
" Then what does the initial ASR mean? Don't bluff, the reason why you came here is to stop this marriage, which I will not let you do. You will never get Arnav, never in your life," said Dadi.
" I too never ever want him in my life, he is a closed chapter in my life from which I have moved forward in my life. And as far as ASR, it means," she was about to say something when a voice supported her from back.
" Adithya Singh Ranawat," said Adithya who had entered the hall and had seen the entire commotion that had taken place.
All of their glares went to him and they were astonished to see him as they did know he was the high-ranked IAS officer and was the most popular media image.
" Adithya ?" stammered Anjali with shock at seeing her cousin after a very long time. Almost many years. She did know he was very active in the government role and media with the news spreading over, but he never did visit them because he was on his own territory and had his own goal. He came to India for studies independently and started his position when Nk and their parents stayed in Australia.
" Yes it's me," said Aditya with a nonchalant tone and he did move to Khushi and wrapped his arms around her waist.
" ASR means Adithya Singh Ranawat and she is my wife, Mrs Khushi Singh Ranawat," said Aditya with a firm tone where everyone's lost their voices to even speak.
Arnav's face was the worst among everyone.
Did she marry his cousin ?
How the hell is this possible?
How could she move on ?
"Do you have any further questions, Mrs. Subhadra Malik ?" asked Aditya turning towards Dadi.
Dadi couldn't even bring a word to answer.
" How, how is this even possible? You and this girl?" asked Anjali with a shocked tone.
