His Wife

15. Christmas

Two weeks later ,

Rudransh's pov

Today is mehendi and Sangeet of my beautiful sister. Anya from morning is running here and there checking arrangements for mehendi which will happen in the afternoon.

Me along with aman are looking into the arrangements of the wedding venue and the stay of our guests. The wedding is tomorrow in the evening and haldi is in the morning tomorrow.

"Maa, please go and sit for sometime." I heard a voice.

I looked up from my laptop and saw her pushing mumma out of the kitchen. She made mumma sit on the chair in dining room and gave her a glass of water.

"Now , you just sit here and rest. I will look into the food department." Anya spoke.

"But beta-"

"No maa , I am not listening anything. You are working from the morning."

"As if you are not." Maa replied with sarcasm. I laughed internally at my mumma's words.

"Maa." She whinned.

"Bolo beti." (Say daughter.)

"Nothing. You are not working. Go see whether ru is ready or not."

"Yeah , I am going." And mumma left. Anya went in the kitchen probably to work.

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The mehendi ceremony began in the afternoon. Two mehendi artists were applying mehendi to ru. Few ladies were getting  mehendi applied to their hands. There were at least 10 to 12 mehendi artist called by mumma.

Mama ( Maternal uncle) and his family will be coming at the evening. Dad doesn't have a sibling brother but he has 2 cousin brothers. They both with their family will be coming tomorrow directly for the marriage.

Then my eyes landed on anya. She was dressed in mint green sharara. Her forehead had sweat beads formed on it
My poor baby is working from morning.

I went and pulled her to me. I eyed the waiters to whom she was instructing, they quickly left excusing themselves.

I pulled anya with me and made her sit on the couch arranged in the backyard for the function. I turned on the table fan. She sighed in relief feeling the cold air on her face.

"Did you have anything since morning ?" She sheepishly shook her head.

"Dumbo , sit here. I will be back with food for you."

"Call the mehendi artist for me ,please."

"Offcourse, your highness." I said and left. I could hear her beautiful giggles.

10 minutes later I came back with food for her. The mehendi artist was applying mehendi to anya's hand.

I went and sat beside anya. She looked at me with a frown on her face.

"What happened ?" I asked and carresed her forehead to remove the crease formed on it.

"I am so dumb."

"I know , tell me something which I don't know."

"Yaar !! Ansh. How will I eat food now ?'

"By hands offcourse."

"You are not getting it. I applied mehendi."

"Arrey meri pagal biwi , I am going to feed you." (Arrey my crazy wife )

"No , why would you ? You must have work."

"I don't. Now , say aah." I said.

She opened her mouth to say something but I shoved a piece of morsel in her mouth. She began chewing it softly.