Threads of Destiny

CHAPTER 27

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As soon as Mamta entered the room, her gaze fell upon them. Her eyes widened at the sight of the couple standing before her.

Tarun was pulling Sejal's saree towards him, and Sejal was pulling it back towards herself. She heard him say that he would be quick.

Both of them looked at Mamta and Mamta looked at them in surprise.  Tarun immediately let go of the saree's pallu and started looking around nervously.

"You brat, can't you wait a little? Atleast Finish the pooja first. Kids these days have no patience at all. And why was your door open? You could have at least closed it," Mamta scolded Tarun.

"Huh? No, no, Mami... I was just helping her," Tarun shook his head at the accusation.

"Yeah, I saw how you were helping her," Mamta folded her arms.

"Really, Mami... Sejal you...you explain it to Mami," Tarun looked at Sejal, hoping for support, but Sejal had other plans. She looked down and started blushing, She walked over and stood next to Mamta.

"Mami Ji, I’ve been trying to tell him that we're getting late, but he just wouldn't listen to me saying he won't take time," Sejal tucked her hair strands behind her ear.

He looked at her drama in amusement.Why was she getting him into trouble?

"Sejal, you..."

Tarun tried to say something, but Mamta grabbed his ear and twisted it slightly.

"Kyu re? can't you be patient for a moment? Now, go to Rajat's room and get ready," Mamta said as she pulled him out of the room by his ear.

Tarun shot Sejal a death glare, to which she smiled sheepishly.

               
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"Are you ready yet?" Veeransh asked as he emerged from his walk-in closet. He glanced at Ruhi standing by the dressing table.

She was wearing a white floral saree and seemed to be stuck choosing a bindi from her collection. She didn’t even realize that her lips had formed a slight pout as she contemplated the colors.

Veeransh couldn’t help but smile at her. He walked over, hands in his pockets, and cleared his throat. Ruhi sensed someone behind her and turned around.

"Are you ready? I'm almost done," Ruhi replied, turning back to the mirror.

"Pink one," he said, to which she frowned.

"Hmm?"

"The pink bindi will look good," he said.

"Oh," Ruhi understood what he was talking about and nodded, looking at the strip of bindis in her hand. She picked a small black bindi from the strip and placed it on her forehead.

"But I like this one," she said.

"I know. This one looks better," Veeransh looked at her through the mirror.

"Then why did you suggest the pink one?" she asked.

"When we have two options, we usually know deep down what we want, but the second option confuses us. So, when that happens, let someone else choose for you. If you don’t like their choice, it means you never really wanted that option," he said, to which Ruhi’s eyes widened in amusement at his profound words.