THE RAJHANS SISTERS

VAMP IN THE HOUSE

"Mom, I'm going back," Nitya announced, her voice resolute, as she began to pack her clothes from the wardrobe.

Her mother, sensing the urgency in her daughter's tone, quickly moved to her side. "But dear, what happened? Why are you doing this?" she inquired, her eyes filled with concern.

"Mom, Bua ji is coming," Nitya complained, her brow furrowing. "And Mom, I just can't stay in this house with her."

"But dear, there's so much work to do. How will I manage alone? What difference does it make if Bua ji comes?" her mother pleaded, trying to understand the source of her daughter's distress.

"Mom, I'll send helpers from my house to manage everything here, and wedding planners can take care of the rest. And if you still need me, I'll inform you over the phone. But I absolutely cannot stay in this house with her," Nitya argued, her determination unwavering.

Aniket, who had been quietly observing from the doorway, enjoyed watching his wife in this assertive mode—a side of her he hadn't seen before.

"She's absolutely right, Mom. If I were in her place, I would do the same. But Di has the option of her own house, which I don't," Nishi chimed in, siding with her sister.

"I understand, Nishi, but it's your wedding. Nitya should stay here for support," their mother appealed, her voice tinged with desperation.

"What's all this commotion about?" Diwaker entered the room, drawn by the raised voices.

"It's all because of you. Why didn't you say anything to Monu?" Niharika blamed him, frustration evident in her tone.

"What do you mean I didn't understand?" he retorted, clearly baffled.

"Jeejhi is coming, and that's causing all this chaos. Nitya also wants to leave. Why didn't you say anything?" Niharika continued, her anger bubbling over.

"What could I say? Jeejhi is older than me. She didn't come to the last two weddings, but now she wants to come. What can I do, dear? I can't refuse her, especially when I've already sent her an invitation..." Diwaker explained, trying to defend his actions.

"Dad, how could you do this? You know how old-fashioned she is...even in this day and age, Mom has to cover her head in front of her," Nishi complained, adding to the chorus of discontent.

"Yes, Dad, she keeps repeating the same things...you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have done this," Nitya expressed her frustration, her voice growing more agitated.

Aniket, who had been silent until then, rose from the bed and interjected, "Nitya, what are you doing? Are you going to leave in the middle of the wedding? That's not how it works. Bua is just family, she won't harm you."

"Aniket, you haven't even met her yet. That's why you are saying all this," she complained, her voice softening slightly.

"That's not the case, Nitya...I'm just saying that we're only here until the wedding. It's just a matter of two or three days, then we'll go back home. It's not a big deal, Nitya," Aniket reasoned, his tone calm and reassuring.

"Yeah Nitya, it's just a matter of two days. Let's just adjust," Aarushi added, hoping to ease the tension.

Nitya sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she said, "Okay..." Her agreement brought a wave of relief over everyone.

"But I have one condition," she added, lifting her head with renewed resolve.

"What?" her mother asked, apprehension creeping back into her voice.

"I can endure everything, but if she says anything about my babies, I'll leave straight away," she asserted firmly.

"Okay, I won't stop you if you want to leave," her mother agreed, pulling Nitya into a heartfelt hug.