Mr Grumpy's Sunshine

Ch- 19 { A Day Well Spent....}

Vote target 30+

Third person pov

The car entered the mansion and stopped in front of the giant entrance. Armaan sighed and saw Aayati still sleeping in his embrace.

He is amused by Aayati's ability to sleep anywhere without any discomfort. He didn't wanted to wake her up knowing how tired she must be , but he had to. He exhaled and slightly patted her arms , which were around his waist , she was holding the hem of his kurta.

After constant tries , finally she opened her eyes , looking confused. She looked around and then focusing on Armaan. He smiled at her .

" You're up sunshine" He said in a coarse yet cozy voice.

She nodded and looked out of the window only to found they have each their destination. She saw slowly the family members were gathering near the entrance.

" We reached..." She said with her morning voice , informing Armaan.

He smiled at her gesture.

' This girl....'
He screamed in adoration.

She fixed herself and Armaan got out of the car and met his mother who has came to bring her daughter in law.

She saw Armaan getting out of the car , she caressed his cheek with a smile and peeped from the window, she saw Aayati trying fix her jewelery.

Armaan opened the door and Madhuri helped Aayati to get out of the car .

She performed aarti and welcomed the bride after completing all the necessary rituals.

Once they were done . Madhuri insisted Aayati to perform Aarti , after the Aarti .

The family has already prepared for the couple game , where the bride and groom will dip their hand in a bowl of milk and find the ring .

It is said that whomever will find the ring first, will dominate the entire life .

( 😅 Well , my side it is said that whomever will win , will love more than the other )

" There will be 3 rounds , whomever will find the ring most of the time will be the winner." Armaan's aunt said .

Aayati and Armaan dipped their hands together and started finding the ring.
.
.
.

There was no idea how the time passed , the morning became dawn . Everyone was tired , the near dear one left in the morning itself and the relatives were gone by afternoon.

Now it was only the family members. They insist Aayati and Armaan to stay over there for a few days , to which Armaan agreed.

Madhuri insisted Armaan to take Aayati to his room , as she was already tired.

Armaan went towards Aayati, who was sitting with ladies . She was sitting quietly with a tired smile . He entered in the living area , and saw Aayati .

She was looking like a Indian barbie. She was wearing a baby pink silk saree , her hands were adorned with mehndi ( henna ) , her henna was coloured dark brown.

Armaan remembered , how his mother used to quarrel with his father about the colour of henna . She used to complain whenever the colour of henna came light , she used to say ' you don't love me na ' . He always wondered

' How can a mere colour of henna came decide the love of your partner.'

Now , seeing his bride's hand , he cannot deny the fact that he loves her like a madman .