Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 87: The Vows

Manvi packs her things, folding clothes meticulously and placing them into her suitcases. The room is filled with the soft rustling of fabric and the occasional clink of zippers. The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Neatly folded saris and kurtas form orderly stacks in her suitcase, while toiletries and personal items find their place in the side pockets.

Her hands move with practiced ease, ensuring every item is placed just right. Her movements are deliberate, reflecting a blend of efficiency and care. As she smooths out a final blouse and lays it atop the others, the doorbell rings, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

Manvi straightens up, brushes her hair back, and walks to the door. When she opens it, she is greeted by the owner of the house, a kind-faced man with graying hair and gentle eyes.

"Namaste," she greets him warmly, her smile genuine and appreciative.

"Namaste, Manvi ji," the owner replies, returning her smile with a kind one of his own.

Manvi calls the driver, who promptly starts taking her things out of the flat, carefully loading them into the car. Each suitcase is handled with care, the soft thud of luggage being placed into the trunk echoing through the hallway. Manvi reaches into her purse, retrieves an envelope with the final payment, and hands it along with the flat key to the owner.

"Yeh lijiye aur shukriya, aapne muskil waqt pe mujhe ghar diya," she says gratefully, her voice sincere and warm.

The owner smiles back, slightly embarrassed. "I am sorry, mujhe nahi pata tha wo agent aapke hi husband ko share ke liye flat dene waala hai," he apologizes, a hint of regret in his tone.

"Koi baat nahi," she replies with a reassuring smile, and then walks to the lift, her footsteps soft but purposeful.

She reaches the car and sits inside, her thoughts still troubled by the incident from the previous night. The driver looks at her through the rear view mirror, his eyes reflecting his concern and happiness.

"Ma'am, main bahut khush hoon aap Aarav Sir ki wife banne waali hain," he says, his voice filled with genuine joy.

Manvi smiles faintly, her mind preoccupied. "Ab aapke Sir aapko zyada tang nahi karte," she remarks softly.

The driver chuckles. "Ma'am, ab mujhe unka koi darr nahi hai. Aakhir ab wo pehle waale Aarav Sir jo ho gaye hain," he says with a sense of relief.

Manvi silently vows that she won't let anyone transform Aarav back into his cruel personality. She needs to figure out who is trying to push him to his past again.

The car weaves through the busy streets, the city a blur of colors and sounds outside the window. The driver stops the car in front of the Malhotra Mansion, and Manvi steps out, taking a deep breath as she prepares to face the day ahead. She walks in, noticing the house adorned with vibrant decorations for the first pre-wedding ritual. The scent of fresh flowers and the hum of activity fill the air, creating an atmosphere of joyous anticipation.

The staff carries her bags upstairs to Khushi's room temporarily. The house is alive with movement, the preparations in full swing. Sharda, approaches her with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness.

"Aao beta! Tumhare liye upar ka kamra ready hai! Shaadi tak tum Khushi ke room mein rahogi aur Khushi Aarav ke room mein..." Sharda says, her voice filled with warmth and excitement.

Khushi giggles, "Aur mere bechare Dadda neeche guest room mein!" she adds playfully.

Manvi smiles at Khushi's playful words, feeling a sense of belonging in this bustling household. She knows she needs to buy new dresses and jewelry since everything had been destroyed. Without informing anyone, she decides to handle it herself to prevent the happiness from turning into worry for others.