Pyaar Ke Rishte

Chapter 9

At Haseena's home, wedding talks are in full swing. Haseena, Ammi, and Haseena's Khala occupy the hall.

Khala, her arms crossed tightly, leans back in her chair. Her eyes, narrowed with disapproval, scan the room. "Humhe samajh nahi aa raha hai..puri duniya chod ke tumhare Santu aur Cheetah ko wahi ek jagah mili shaadi k liye.." she murmurs, her voice laced with disbelief.

Haseena, a forced smile playing on her lips, sits upright. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Unhe wo jagah pasand hai aur Meera ka ghar bhi hai to problem kya hai?" Her voice is steady, but her eyes dart towards her Khala, revealing a hint of unease.

Ammi, chuckles softly. She pats Haseena's hand reassuringly. "arey chodiye na..itne waqt baad sab bacche phir se saath honge.. kitna maza aayega." Her eyes twinkle with anticipation.

Khala's lips curl into a sceptical smile. "sab honge ya wo hogi." Her gaze lingers on an imaginary point, her chin tilted slightly.

Haseena's brow furrows as she senses the undercurrent of tension. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. The doorbell rings, offering a welcome distraction. She rises, her movements stiff, and heads towards the door.

As the door swings open, a wave of warmth and excitement fills the room. Meera, Karishma, Cheetah, Santu, Pushpa ji, Rajvir, Billu, and Amar burst in, their faces alight with smiles and anticipation. They exchange enthusiastic hugs and greetings, the room buzzing with energy.

Haseena, relieved by the sudden influx of people, ushers them in, her smile genuine now. She closes the door behind them, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

Khala, her expression unchanged, observes the newcomers with a critical eye. Her arms remain crossed, her body language closed off.

Ammi: "Rajvir beta..tumlog gaadi ka dekhne gaye the na..kya hua uska?"

Rajvir, eager to share the good news, announces, "ji..uska bhi intezam ho gaya hai" A look of satisfaction spreads across his face.

Pushpa ji claps her hands enthusiastically. "are waah bahut maza aayega."

Khala's lips thin into a disapproving line. "Santu..itne dur sablog aayenge kaise?" Her voice is laced with doubt.

Santu, oblivious to the undercurrent, smiles brightly. "Khala..jyada log nahi hai..ghar se kuch log honge aur yaha se humara MPT pariwar"

Khala's gaze shifts to Karishma, her eyes narrowing. "aur ye log? ye to tumhare Mahila thana ke nahi hai." She gestures towards Karishma, Rajvir, and Amar.

Haseena's heart sinks. She knows where this is going. She exchanges a worried glance with Ammi.

Santu, confused, replies, "wo MPT ka hissa nahi hai pr hum sab ek hi pariwar hai."

Haseena was not liking the way Khala was behaving and indirectly targeting Karishma. Her jaw tightened, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers tapping nervously against her thigh. Other hand, KS understood everything but chose to remain silent. Karishma's gaze remained fixed on her teacup, trying to avoid.

However, Cheetah could not remain silent, he spoke for his sister. Cheetah leaned forward, his voice firm but respectful. His eyes, filled with loyalty, met Khala's gaze directly.

Cheetah says politely: "haan Khala..uu dono humare dost hai aur senior hai aur Karishma madam sirf humari senior hi nahi hamari badi behen bhi hai..to unka hona hamare liye bahut zaruri hain."

Khala, seemingly unfazed by Cheetah's defence, leans in closer, her gaze fixed on Karishma. Khala's eyes gleamed with malice as she leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She pointed a sharp finger at Karishma.