Chronicles Of My Darling Husband | ✓

1. Atirajni (Part 1)

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Year: 2011

Zor ka jhatka haye zoron se laga! Haan, lagaaa...

Nishita danced through the street, belting out her favorite song blaring through earphones in her ears.

Shadi ban gayee umar kaid ki sazaa! Haan, sazaaa...

She spotted Bittu, her beloved stray dog, eagerly wagging his tail as he caught sight of her from the end of the street. Grinning at him, she blinked her eyes and let out a sharp whistle to beckon him over. As expected, Bittu enthusiastically bounded towards her, clutching a small stick in his mouth as a token of greeting.

"Hello, my darling, Bittu!" she crooned. "Oh boy, this gift is so petty, I expected at least a dead lizard from you."

As if he gave a damn about it.

He looked at her with an expectant face and she sighed. "Okay, who can say no to your cute puppy eyes?" she made kissing noises while searching for the Parle-G biscuits pack in her trekking backpack.

In his excitement, Bittu began jumping on her, prompting her to groan. "Go ahead, jump all over me. I'm your daily dose of entertainment, right?" he woofed once to let her know that his answer was in agreement with her.

Shadi ke mandap se tu khud ko bhagaa...

"Nishi Di!"

As she heard someone call her from afar, she couldn't help but groan. "Oh, why are these people here!?" she muttered to Bittu, whistling to catch his attention who was now her co-conspirator. "Any guesses, Bittu? Come on, give me your thoughts on why Mami is here today. Let's put our detective hats on. I'm betting two biscuits on her persistent matchmaking."

Bittu whoofed twice in acknowledgment.

She caught hold of the biscuit pack and started to tear the wrapper.

"Nishi Beta, you are now old enough to get married waewaewae... You are now done with B. Com. so you don't say no, I have this rishta that rishta waewaewae," she mimicked her aunt Supriya's voice in a falsetto, hitting those high notes like a pro!

Growing weary of waiting, Bittu plopped himself down in front of her, his drool practically forming a puddle at the sight of a freshly opened pack of biscuits. She bullied him by taking out the first piece and holding it between her lips, prompting him to let out a comical growl. With a mischievous chuckle, she then yanked open the entire pack in one go, sending all the biscuits tumbling out at once, right within Bittu's reach.

Well, it's not every day for him to hit a jackpot.

"Nishi Di!" Mohini, her cousin, sprinted over and snagged her wrist. "Quick, quick! People are waiting for you!"

"People?" she looked at her, frowning at the term 'People'

"Groom's mother and grandmother are here!"

"Groom!?" she all but screamed.

Paani mile na, maro aisi jagah! Haan, jagah...

Pulling out her earphones, she gave her ear a thorough clearing, just to double-check she heard correctly. "Mohi, say that again? My ears must be playing tricks on me!"

"Hey Krishna! I... Whatever, it doesn't matter!?" Mohini huffed. "Just come with me. Now!"

Bittu barked, thanking Nishita for offering him a generous meal.

Before she could even protest, Mohini grabbed her and whisked her down the street, hauling her into her own house like a sack of potatoes. Despite her inner urge to bolt back to Mahabaleshwar, all she could do was shoot a death glare at her uninvited guests.

"Namaste, Aunty," she muttered, but what she really wanted to blurt out was 'Bye, sincerely get lost from here!'

"How was your trip to Mahabaleshwar, beta?" one of the Aunties, who looked unusually youthful, inquired. "Indira Ji mentioned you dozed off and missed your bus."

Horrified, she snapped her head towards her mother and shot her a glare that could curdle milk.

Yes, please go ahead and tell a stranger about how I used to wet the bed till I was six years old. Let's all sit and laugh at my life.

Oh, wait... Then, they should start with how you fucked up your first attempt at CA CPT and cried for a week over that.

Fuck off!

"Beta, are you fine?" the same Aunty asked her, a clear concern lacing her voice. "We came unannounce--"

"I don't want to get married now." Nishita shrugged her bag off her shoulders and took a samosa from the plate that her mother—obviously, who else?—had kept in the center of the coffee table as a pleasantry to the guests.

"Nishi!" Indira, her lovely yet currently fuming mother, warned. "Behave properly! They are--"

She clicked her tongue. "Tsk, they came here unannounced, did I complain about that?"

Both Aunties wore amused smiles, observing her as if she were a rare exhibit in a museum. Maybe they had encountered only reserved and demure girls before, but she wouldn't tolerate any bullshit, she wouldn't be coerced into marrying a stranger.

Whatever nonsense these people are high on!

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A/N

*coughs* someone is very verbal about their emotions XD

"Zor Ka Jhatka" is such a funny song, my friend's cousins had danced to this song in her sangeet. I was laughing like an idiot.

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