Downstairs, Aahan and Rathee were dressed in women's attire, silently eating in a corner when Aahan felt a tap on his shoulder. Nervously, he turned and saw Arushi standing there.
She looked at both of them and said, "Aunty, aap–" but Aahan quickly interrupted in a feminine voice, "Arrey beta, main Aahan aur Aryan ki Australia wali mausi hoon."
"And I'm his bua," Rathee added, playing along.
Arushi smiled and did a polite *namaste*. "Aap logon ko kuch bhi chahiye ho toh mujhe zaroor batana, hmm," she said softly.
Aahan grinned mischievously. "Accha beta, tum single ho?" he asked, and Arushi looked a bit confused but answered, "Haan ji, aunty."
"Aach–" Aahan started to say but was cut off when Aryan came running toward them. The two looked at him, wide-eyed.
"Abe chal na, kya poora time aunty ke role mein hi rehna hai kya?" Aryan whispered frantically, trying to pull them away.
"Arrey, kya ishare kar raha hai? Mummy!" Aahan squeaked, as he turned and quickly put a hand to his chest, seeing Arushi's puzzled expression.
The three froze, and Arushi facepalmed. "Mujhse bol dete, yaar. Aunty ban ke aa gaye, waah!"
Time passed, and soon it was nightfall, marking the start of the bachelor party—a joint one for both the groom and bride, a plan Aryan had secretly arranged.
Anjali and Arushi arrived at the venue where their friends were already dancing and enjoying the party atmosphere. Aryan and Anjali were off in their own world, dancing, giggling, and making plans, when Aahan came over and pulled Aryan aside.
"Bhabhi, thodi der ke liye bhaiya de do. Baaki zindagi bhar toh aapke hi hain," he teased, making Anjali laugh and blush.
"Jao, le jao," she replied with a playful smile.
After a while, Anjali noticed a girl who was being overly clingy with Aryan, though he kept trying to shrug her off. Feeling annoyed, she walked over to him. "Aryan, idhar aao na," she said.
He looked at her, gently caressed her hand, and said, "Jaan, bas 5 min." She gave him a look, then huffed and walked over to the counter where Arushi was sitting with a drink in hand.
Seeing Anjali grab a bottle and start gulping it down, Arushi, already a bit tipsy, looked at her wide-eyed. "Abe o! Kya kar rahi hai?"
"Kyun, pi nahi sakti kya?" Anjali shot back irritably, making Arushi gulp and nod.
Before long, both of them were fully drunk, giggling and talking nonsense, while Aryan and Aahan looked on, helpless.
The boys tried to get the two ladies home, but every time they nudged them, Anjali and Arushi would start crying like babies.
Suddenly, Anjali turned to Arushi and asked, "Duck ke leader ko pata hai kya kehte hain?"
Arushi, amused, replied, "Kya kehte hain?"
Anjali grinned and replied, "Frog."
Aryan and Aahan facepalmed as Anjali continued. "Kyun?" Arushi asked, intrigued.
"Because he's the main-duck—*mendak!*" Anjali explained, and both girls burst into hysterical laughter, leaving the boys at a loss for words.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
