Making Her Mine- An IPKKND story.

Chapter 77 - Flirt

Suddenly, it seemed like the wedding was on top of their heads. It was still two weeks away and Arnav had had his fill of pandits, outfits, flower arrangements, decorations, menus, jewelry, and god knows what else weddings seemed to involve.

Mami grabbed him one evening and dragged him to her room, saying she had something she wanted him to give Khushi.

She rummaged through a pile of velvet jewelry boxes, and picked a small blue one. It was a rather nice necklace, different from the type that Mami usually liked, plain gold, and not so large or flashy.

"It was the first piece of jewelry Ratna Didi gave me," Mami said, pressing the box into his hands. "I always kept it safe."

"Mami... I – you should keep it –"

"Give it to Khushi, Chotay," Mamaji said. He had been sitting  watching the evening news, but seemed to have been also paying attention. "It's not every day that Manorama parts with jewelry."

Arnav shook his head, stumbling for words.

"Don't worry, Chotay. Didi gave Manno many pieces of jewelry. She is giving Khushi the smallest one," Mamaji quipped.

"You shut up ji!" Mami snapped, "It's not like that, Arnav bitwa. It's just that Phati- I mean Khushi – doesn't care about price tag, and I thought this one..."

"Thank you, Mami," Arnav said, "But why don't you give it to her yourself?"

Mami gave an awkward laugh. "It's the same thing, no?"

"She will be very happy if you're the one who gives it to her," Arnav insisted. Mami gave in reluctantly.

"By the way," she said, as she followed him out of her room to go find Khushi. "No matter how you got married, it's okay now. Pha – I mean Khushi – loves you. She was like a crazy woman when you were in the hospital."

Arnav furrowed his brows at Mami. "I mean," she explained, and went on with, grudgingly. "I am happy you married her."

Arnav grinned, and left Mami to find Khushi.

—

NK, to Arnav's great annoyance, was the last to speak to him again. He had endured glares for days, and seethed at the audacity. It was none of NK's business!

"Khushi ji is very happy these days, huh?" NK said suddenly, coming to him when he was sitting with his computer in the study.

"Is she?" Arnav said, recognizing the olive branch, and feeling annoyed at himself for wanting to accept.

"Yeah. But Nannav, you've got to do something special for Khushi ji for the wedding, huh. To make up. For the last one."

Fuck olive branches. "I don't need your advice on how to make up to my wife."

"Sure, you say that. But what is your idea? I know you don't have any."

"And you do?"

"Yeah. Something romantic. Something that shows, you really would do anything for her!"

"I'm marrying her for the second time."

"Yeah, you say that like it's a favour you're doing for her. You never treated the girls right, Nannav."

"What do you mean, I never treat girls right? What girls, first of all?"

"The girls, Nannav! The girls we competed for all our lives."

"What nonsense!" Arnav slammed his computer shut. "We never competed for girls."

Akash walked in just then, and came over to them. "What girls?" He asked.