Concealed Passions

~ 2. Where are others? ~

~Dhriti's Pov.~

"Mumma! Hu Sanu Di na ghare jav chu," I shouted while walking out of the door, my voice echoing in the hallway.

(Mumma! I'm going to Sanu Di's house.)

Just as I was about to step outside, Mumma's voice stopped me. "Tu chokas Sanu na ghare jai che?" she asked, making me halt in my tracks and turn back to face her.

(Are you sure you are going to Sanu's house?)

"Yes. Why?" I responded, a hint of confusion in my voice as I met her scrutinizing gaze.

"You are lying, my child. Sanu toh ek bahana hai. Tu toh Vihu se milne ja rahi hai. I know," she said teasingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

(You are lying, my child. Sanu is just an excuse. You are going to meet Vihaan. I know.)

"Mumma, Asia kuch nahi hai," I protested, feeling my cheeks grow warm. "I'm going to meet her because she called me to check her dresses for the wedding." I justified, hoping my explanation would quell her suspicions.

(It's nothing like that, Mumma. I'm going to meet her because she called me to check her dresses for the wedding.)

"Vese tumne usse baat ki?" she asked, her eyes full of curiosity.

(By the way did you talk to him?)

I nodded with a slight smile and replied, "Yes."

Before she could ask more, I added gently, "Now no more questions, okay? I'm heading out. Bye."

With a friendly wave, I turned and strolled away, leaving her with a smile.

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At Sanvi's House...

"Sanu dii ky chho tame?" I shouted after reaching the living room of the house, my voice echoing off the walls.

(Sanu Di, where are you?)

She shouted back from the other side of the house, "Ahi kitchen ma."

(Here in the kitchen.)

I made my way to the kitchen, the aroma of spices filling the air. As soon as I saw her, I greeted her with a warm smile. "Hi Dii! Good evening."

"Hello and good evening to you too, baby," she replied, her face lighting up. "Accha hua that you came. I was so confused about the dresses."

(It's good that you came. I was so confused about the dresses.)

"Ok, baba. I'm helping you. Don't worry... But pehle yeh toh bolo, where are the others?" I asked, looking here and there..

(Okay, I'm helping you. Don't worry... But first, tell me, where are the others?)

"Tujhe mummy papa kidhar hai yeh nahi janna hai. Tujhe tera GADHAA kidhar hai vo janna hai. Saf saf bol na main bata dungi vo bhi tujhe", she teasingly said while smirking.

(You don't want to know where Mumma and Papa are. You want to know where your 'Donkey' is. Just say it clearly, I'll tell you.)

I laughed out loud and replied, "O my gosh Dii!..... Vese you are right though. Vo kidhar hai vo bhi janna hai. But I'm seriously asking about uncle and aunty."

(Oh my gosh, Dii!... Well, you are right though. I do want to know where he is. But I'm seriously asking about uncle and aunty.)

"Accha... Accha... Your aunty is in her room, doing God knows what. And your uncle is at the terrace watering the plants," She answered and stopped for a while and looked me in the eyes and continued, "Your Gadhaa is in the room. Maybe sleeping"

"WHAT ?" I asked, shockingly.

She started to explain, "Yes. He said, 'Mumma - Dii, suno dhyaan se. Kal raat main thik se so nahi paya so let me sleep peacefully for some hours.' Aisa bol kar 2 baje se soya hai".

("Yes. He said, 'Mumma - Dii, listen carefully. I couldn't sleep well last night, so let me sleep peacefully for a few hours.' He has been sleeping since 2 o'clock.")

I started to say, "Us Gadhe ke bacche ka...." But  Sanu di stopped me by saying, "Excuse me.....Mere Papa gadhe nahi hai."

(That Son of a Donkey.)

(Excuse me... My Father is not a donkey.)

"Oopsie.... Sorry. Uncle toh bohot acche hai," I said.

(Oopsie... Sorry. Uncle is very nice.)

She asked, "Aur aunty?"

(And aunty?)

I again replied with a sweet voice but ended up with an irritated voice, "Arey wo bhi bohot hi acchi hai. Bas yehi ek defective piece hai... pata nahi kidhar se aagaya hai "

(Oh, she is also very nice. It's just this one is a defective piece... don't know where he came from.)

She laughed and said, "Usko chod aur tu idhar meri help karne ayi hai na toh chal living room mein aur help me to choose."

(Forget about him and you came here to help me, so come to the living room and help me choose.)

I said with a thoughtful expression, "Ek kaam Karo, Dii, aap sab ready rakho. I'm coming."

(Do one thing, Dii, you get everything ready. I'm coming.)

She said, "Ohk," and walked out of the kitchen.

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After an hour...

"Dii, I think you should wear this one in your sangeet," I suggested, while holding up a beautiful traditional outfit and hoping she'd approve.

She examined the dress for a moment, her eyes lighting up with satisfaction. "Okay, then. It's settled—this will be for the sangeet," she replied, clearly pleased with the choice.

~Author's Pov.~

They were discussing until a familiar angry voice echoed through the house, interrupted them.

"Ooo Gadhedi, Where the hell are you?" The person yelled while coming downstairs.

When no response came, the voice grew louder and more menacing, "Today you are gone, Miss Dhriti Reyansh Singh Solanki."

As the person descended, it was impossible not to notice their disheveled appearance, which looked like a disaster in motion. The person looked like a clown, or perhaps even worse. It is a sight both startling and amusing, a perfect embodiment of disarray and exasperation.

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~> Who was the person who came out shouting Dhriti's name? And the main question is, who was behind this person's appearance? Was it really Dhriti?

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