Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 111 Honeymoon Plan

Aarav was deeply immersed in his work, fingers flying across the keyboard as he navigated through spreadsheets and emails. The glow of the laptop illuminated his focused expression, but the peaceful atmosphere was soon disrupted by Khushi's soft sigh as she approached him.

She stood beside him, arms crossed, a playful pout forming on her lips. Without warning, she reached out and gently closed the laptop, pulling it away from him. Aarav looked up, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Beta, zaroori meeting hai," he protested, trying to reclaim his focus.

Khushi leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a playful challenge etched on her face. "No, Dadda..! Shaadi ko kitne din hue hain?" The seriousness in her tone was a stark contrast to the lightness of the conversation, pulling Aarav's attention away from the laptop screen and into the intensity of her gaze.

"Hmm, kuch ek mahina," he replied absentmindedly, still tethered to his work, fingers poised over the keyboard, but Khushi's persistence was hard to ignore.

"Exactly! Aur aap meri Mumma ko honeymoon ke liye bhi nahi leke gaye ho," she declared, her voice laced with playful accusation, as though he had committed a grave injustice. The air thickened with the weight of her words, and a lighthearted tension filled the room.

Aarav's mouth dropped open in mock disbelief, eyebrows shooting up as he processed her bold claim. "Honeymoon? Yeh koi umar hai honeymoon jaane ki?" His incredulity was palpable, a mixture of surprise and humor crossing his features. He couldn't help but marvel at Khushi's audacity.

"Excuse me?? You are very hot and sexy in your 40s, aur meri Mumma bhi hai!" Khushi exclaimed, her voice rising with animated fervor. She leaned closer, a finger pointing playfully at him. "Aap dono aaj hi honeymoon ke liye jaa rahe ho, aur I don't want to listen to anything else!" Her energy was infectious, and Aarav found himself both amused and impressed by her boldness.

Chuckling, Aarav felt a warmth swell in his chest, pride battling with a touch of embarrassment. "Khushi, I know I'm very hot, lekin tumhari Mumma ko tumse fursat mile toh mere baare mein soche na," he countered, feigning a casual air as he tried to deflect her enthusiasm. He couldn't ignore how persuasive she was, and it made him chuckle to think of her tackling life with such zest.

"Dadda! Aap bhi toh kaam karte ho na... so go!" Khushi insisted, her tone firm yet playful, leaving no room for argument. The determination in her voice was clear, and Aarav felt his resolve begin to waver.

Aarav sighed, the reality of her reasoning settling in like an inevitable truth. "Fine! Lekin tumhara khayal kaun rakhega?" he asked, a hint of genuine concern threading through his voice, reminding him of the responsibilities he couldn't easily set aside.

"Daadi hai, Dadda! And I am seventeen! Very matured, toh jao aap!" she replied, her triumphant smile breaking like dawn, confidence radiating from her demeanor. Her eyes shone with conviction, and Aarav couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for her maturity and assertiveness.

In that moment, as Khushi's vibrant energy filled the room, Aarav realized how easily he could be persuaded by her spirit. It was as if she was pulling him into a world where love and family came first, and everything else could wait just a little longer. With a reluctant smile creeping onto his face, he began to contemplate the possibility of a spontaneous escape with Manvi, the thought igniting a flicker of excitement within him.

Manvi stepped into the bedroom, her hands full of papers as she called out, "Khushi, yeh maine tumhare assignment mein kuch points highlight kiye hain. Inhe ache se samajh lo, nahi toh main samjha deti hun." She placed the papers on the desk, her tone a mix of authority and care, the motherly instinct always ready to guide her daughter through the maze of academia.