Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 40: Khushi's Demand

Khushi bustled into the guest room, her mind swirling with the last-minute details for the grand event. As she scanned the room, her eyes fell upon Manvi, who was furiously packing her belongings.

"aap abhi jaa rahi ho? Maine kaha na aapko iss event ka hissa banna hai" Khushi's voice cut through the room, tinged with urgency and a hint of frustration.

Manvi paused, turning to face Khushi with a weary smile. "Khushi tumne mujhe tumhari madad karne ko kaha tha.. Ab mujhe jaana hoga"

With a heavy sigh, Khushi folded her arms across her chest. "thik hai jao! Main akele bachi Mr. Malhotra ko sambhalungi.. Huh"

Manvi couldn't help but chuckle as she approached Khushi, gently patting her on the head. "nautanki.. Unhe sambhalne ke liye tumhe meri zaroorat nahi hai"

Khushi shot her a glare, but Manvi's playful demeanor softened her resolve.

"aap event ke baad jaogi samjhi aap warna acha nahi hoga" Khushi warned, her tone slightly softened

Manvi relented, nodding in agreement. "thik hai.. Lekin mere paas koi dress hai nahi.."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Khushi's eyes as she rushed out of the room. "do minute ruko," she called over her shoulder.

Moments later, Khushi returned, a small smile playing on her lips as she presented Manvi with a saree. "Yeh meri mumma ki saree hai aap yeh pehen lo"

Manvi's eyes widened in surprise, her heart touched by Khushi's gesture. "kya?? Nahi main yeh nahi pehen sakti'' she protested softly.

Khushi's voice was firm but gentle as she insisted, "aapko yeh pehenni hogi! Aapne meri zindagi mein meri maa ki kami puri ki hai dost.. Aapko haq hai isey pehnne ka"

Tears welled in Manvi's eyes as she was overcome with emotion. "Lekin shayad tumhare dadda ko pasand na ho agar maine yeh pehna toh" she expressed concern about Aarav's reaction to his wife's belongings.

With a reassuring smile, Khushi assured her, "Dadda kuch nahi kahenge aap yeh peheno tabtak main dadda ko dekhke aati hun"

As Khushi left the room, leaving Manvi clutching the saree to her chest, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond they shared and the love that surrounded her.

Khushi climbed the stairs, her footsteps light but purposeful as she approached Aarav's room. Pushing the door open, she called out loudly, "Dadda! Dadda!" but there was no response. She headed towards the pool area and found him exercising in the water, his muscles rippling with each movement.

"Dadda!" she called again, a bit louder this time.

Aarav emerged from the water, his wet hair slicked back as droplets cascaded down his face. A smile curved on his lips. "Bolo beta," he addressed her, his voice warm.

Khushi giggled. "Ho gaya aapka underwater workout?" she questioned, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

He tossed the dumbbells aside and stepped out of the pool, slipping on his bathrobe. "Haan... Tum abtak tayaar nahi hui? Jaana nahi hai mere saath?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Jaana hai, Dadda, lekin aap bhi toh abtak ready nahi hue ho!" Khushi replied, placing her hands on her hips.

"Haan, bas ho raha hun," he said with a chuckle. Khushi came up behind him and nudged him towards the wardrobe. She opened it and picked out a suit.

"Aap yeh suit pehenoge," she said excitedly, holding it up.

"Thik hai, aur aap kya pehnne waali hai?" Aarav asked, glancing at the suit appreciatively.