Once I had a secret love
That lived within the heart of me
All too soon my secret love
Became impatient to be free
So I told a friendly star
The way that dreamers often do
Just how wonderful you are
And why I am so in love with you
Now I sho...
Diwali night was filled with the gentle hum of conversations and the warmth of family gatherings. Some youngsters were partying out on the lawn while the rest were together inside, preparing for the evening puja. The living room was adorned with flowers and lit with the soft glow of oil lamps, creating an atmosphere of peace and devotion.
As the time for the puja approached, the pandit ji looked at Aarti and asked, "Who will perform the puja?"
Aarti stepped forward with a warm smile. "Pandit ji, I would like Khushi to do it," she said, gesturing to Khushi. "She is just like my own daughter."
Khushi, taken aback by the honor, moved to the front, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the weight of everyone's eyes on her, especially Arnav's. Standing beside Sonia, Arnav couldn't help but smile at Khushi's nervous excitement. As she walked past him, he leaned in and whispered, "Only the daughter-in-law has all rights to perform the puja."
Khushi's face turned crimson, and she quickly averted her eyes. Arnav's wink and smirk only made her blush harder. She could feel his gaze on her as she approached the altar, her hands slightly trembling as she took the puja thali from Aarti.
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Sonia, standing nearby, noticed the exchange and frowned. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about Arnav and Khushi's interaction bothered her.
The pandit ji began reciting the mantras, and Khushi followed his instructions, offering the flowers, lighting the incense, and waving the aarti plate with practiced grace.
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Despite her initial nervousness, she felt a sense of calm wash over her as she performed the rituals. The blessings from Aarti and the pandit ji filled her heart with warmth and gratitude.
"Amazing beta, tumhe Supatra Var Prapti Ho (May you get a suitable good husband)," Panditji blessed Khushi, making her blush.
Arnav didn't miss the chance to wink at her.
"Yes, Panditji, by your blessing, we may soon get a prospective groom," Garima teased, looking at Khushi.
"Maa, I won't marry soon and leave you, papa, or Aru," Khushi complained.
