MANAS BAJAJ -
Ceo of Bajaj Industries. A handsome dashing man with a cold devilious face void of any emotions
but heart which has thousands of painfull memories burried in it. HE is fire🔥 .He is every girls ultimate dream where every girls goes b...
(Yawns) Good morning to me! 🫥🫥 Today is my engagement. (Pauses) Well, so-called engagement.
The engagement ceremony is at 4 in the evening, so naturally, I decided to spend my morning at the hospital. Why? Because when you're me, convincing Dad is easier than convincing a cat to ignore a laser pointer. 😉 I'm like Papa's favorite princess who gets everything handed to her on a golden platter. Not my fault—God made me this way, so blame him if you must! 😙😙
Mumma wasn't exactly thrilled with my hospital plans. There was shouting, a fight, and some very dramatic sighs, but Papa's word was final. I left, waving goodbye to Mumma's frown and Papa's tolerant smile.
Fast forward to 2:30 PM, and I'm still in the hospital, caught up in a surgery. Mumma's phone calls were relentless, but I left my phone in the cabin while I was in the OT, so I was blissfully ignorant of the panic I was causing.
When I finally checked my phone at 3 PM, I had 20 missed calls, 5 from Papa. Cue the stress! I knew Mumma's scolding would be a full-blown monologue, so I opted for Papa's more forgiving wrath. I told him I'd be there in 15 minutes, but guess what? Traffic gods had other plans.
I rolled into the house at 3:50, just in time to see Mumma on the sofa, clutching her head and looking like she'd seen a ghost. Panic mode: activated. I rushed to her, plopped down on the floor, and she looked at me with eyes so red I thought she might have been crying tomato soup.
Then, she did something that really made my eyes pop—she slapped me. I know, right? A real classic move. Papa swooped in like a knight in shining armor, breaking up the drama and hugging me like I'd just come back from a year-long vacation.
"Do you have any idea about time? I'm doing so much for you, and you can't even be punctual for one day?" Mumma wailed. Papa hugged her and went into full consoling mode. I felt like a side character in their soap opera.
"Beta, take your sister to her room and get her ready fast," Papa instructed my sister. I shuffled off to my room, washed my face, and sat quietly as she did my makeup. My silence was my protest—no words, no movements.
When I finally dressed, I opted for a simple outfit. It was almost a protest of sorts because nothing about today was as I'd dreamed. I'd imagined grand plans, not a sudden, unplanned engagement with a guy I hadn't even met yet. But here we were.
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Out in the backyard, the decorations were lovely. I wanted it simple with just family, but I guess that's not how we roll. It's all very beautiful, though—props to Dad for pulling it off. I pretended to love every bit of it.
As I walked towards the stage, someone played "Mere Saiyaan Superstar." My brain went on a rant: "Superstar? More like super-ghonchu (fool). He doesn't even want to meet his future wife? My superstar is more like a super waste of time."
