Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 84: Engagement

It was the day of the engagement, and the Malhotra Mansion buzzed with activity. Guests began to arrive, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Sharda stood at the entrance, gracefully welcoming everyone with a warm smile. From media personalities to Aarav's business colleagues, everyone was eager to be part of this significant day. The business tycoon Aarav Malhotra, who had once scoffed at the idea of love, was getting engaged, and the excitement to meet his bride-to-be was palpable.

Khushi stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still damp, and walked over to the bed where a large bag lay. She unzipped it and pulled out a vibrant lehenga. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the outfit. It wasn't the one her parents had selected for her. The colors and design were completely different.

"Yeh shopkeeper itni badi galti kaise kar sakta hai?" she exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice. She couldn't believe the negligence of the shopkeeper on such an important day.

Just then, she heard her father's voice, "Khushi!!"

She turned to find Aarav standing at the door, holding a sherwani that was clearly not the one he had chosen for the occasion. His face mirrored her surprise and frustration. He glanced at the lehenga in her hands and sighed deeply. "Tumhara bhi badal gaya," he said, sharing in her disbelief.

"Haan, Dadda! Aaj ka din toh shuru hone se pehle hi bekaar ho gaya," Khushi said sadly, her shoulders slumping. The morning had barely begun, and already things were going wrong.

Aarav walked into the room, placing the mismatched sherwani on the bed. He gently took the lehenga from Khushi's hands, examining it. "Koi baat nahi, beta," he said softly, trying to reassure her. "Hum isse bhi theek kar lenge."

Khushi looked at her father, her eyes reflecting her disappointment. "Lekin, Dadda, yeh bilkul bhi acha nahi hai. Woh lehenga kitna sundar tha, aur yeh..."

Aarav nodded, understanding her frustration. "Mujhe pata hai, Khushi. Lekin kabhi kabhi humein mushkilein face karni padti hain. Yeh bhi ek choti si mushkil hai. Hum milkar isse bhi solve kar lenge."

Khushi sighed but nodded, trying to muster some optimism. "Aap theek keh rahe ho, Dadda. Hum milkar is problem ko solve karenge."

Aarav smiled, a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos. "Main tumhare saath hoon, Khushi. Humara yeh din bekaar nahi jaane denge."

With a renewed sense of determination, Khushi hugged her father, drawing strength from his support. Together, they would find a way to turn this mishap around and make the day special. As they stepped out to find a solution, the sounds of the ongoing celebration outside reminded them that the day, despite its rocky start, still held the promise of joy and happiness.

As they stepped out, Sharda saw Khushi and Aarav heading somewhere and asked with curiosity, "Aap dono kahan jaa rahe hain?"

"Daadi, meri dress aur Dadda ki sherwani wo nahi hai jo humne select ki thi," Khushi complained, her disappointment palpable.

Sharda looked at them thoughtfully, a plan forming in her mind. "Chaliye mere saath," she said decisively.

Aarav and Khushi followed Sharda to her room, intrigued by her sudden determination. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out a carefully wrapped box. Undoing the wrapping, she lifted out a beautiful sherwani. Holding it out to Aarav, she said tenderly, "Aarav, yeh sherwani maine apni beti ke pati ke liye banwayi thi saalon pehle, lekin kabhi wo din aaya hi nahi. Tum yeh pehen lo."

Aarav was deeply moved by her gesture. "Kaki... meri wajah se aapki beti ki maut ho gayi aur aap mujhe yeh de rahi hain," he said, his voice thick with emotion as memories of Anika's tragic death because of Maya flooded his mind.