"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"Happy birthday, Papa," I said, hugging him. He patted my head with a smile.
"Happy birthday, Papa," Avivansh also wished him, and there was a warm smile spread across his face as he looked at me. He was still surprised that Avivansh called him Papa.
"Thank you, Kunwar ji," Papa thanked him with a warm smile.
"How's your health?" Avivansh asked him.
"It's better now," Papa replied.
When I told Avivansh about it, he insisted on coming with me. It felt more like informing me rather than asking; he didn't want me to come here alone and I don't know why.
Nalini Bua couldn't come because she was out of town, but the least person I wanted to see was here—Sulochana Bua. I prepared myself to bear the consequences. I hoped she, Shobha, and Poonam didn't create any scene here.
"Are Kunwar ji, aap kuch kha kyun nahi rahe? Please help yourself," Sulochana Bua offered him sweets.
"No, I am fine," he denied, remaining seated beside me.
"Avi doesn't like all these sweets. In fact, he hates sugar," Shobha chimed in, trying her best to show that she knew him better because she used to be his fiancée. She rolled her eyes at me as she looked to sit beside him.
Ignoring her, I tried to focus on the pleasant atmosphere of the celebration. Papa was happy, and that was all that mattered.
"Avi," Shobha continued, "remember when we used to go to that café? You always ordered sugar-free desserts. You loved those. You were always so health-conscious. Remember how we used to work out together?" She imporled her honey driping nonsense Seriously, does she have an ounce of shame left in her or not?
"And how do you even adjust with Avni? She loves sugary things. She sleeps like a sloth. You can clearly tell she never even thought of going to the gym." Shobha indicated my body fat, a surge of insecurity hitting me as I covered my belly with my dupatta. She tried her best to mock me, and she was winning.
"Shobha, stop it," Papa tried to intervene, but Sulochana Bua interrupted him. "Are bilkul sahi toh kah rahi h. Bina kuch kiye hi Avni ko kitna achha ladka mil gya. Varna Avni ki kismet kaha h aisi. Ye toh Shobha ka hi dil bada hai. Aur vaise bhi Avni ki to adat hai Shobha ki har cheej ko chhinne ki. Kyun sahi nhi kah rahi main?" she spat venomously. My palms turned sweaty. I just came here to celebrate Papa's birthday. If I had come alone, at least I would have faced this humiliation alone, not in front of him. What will he think about me?
