𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 24

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Shivanya ~

Mussoorie.

Mussoorie.

Mussoorie.

"Di, wake up for god's sake, we have a flight to catch in exactly 12 hours!" I heard Radhika screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Radhika I was working till two hours back, let me sleep." I groaned, burying my head in the pillow.

"Fine, but I am going to go and finish up the last minute packing thing for you and then have a talk with Jiju. How dare he make you work so hard when I had already warned him how cranky you could get due to lack of sleep." I heard her foot steps walking away, leaving me be, which I was thankful for.

I rolled over, my groggy mind barely registering Radhika's words. He didn't make me work this hard, it's just how I am, I wanted to yell after her but decided against it. That's between her and him and I'd rather let her deal with him at the moment.

I allowed myself a few more minutes of peace before the reality of the day or I might as well just say days ahead hit me. The flight. The wedding. Everything that would officially bind me to Vihaan.

He had a quite important appearance today for which I was was researching last night for precedents.

Dragging myself out of bed, I glanced at the packed bags Radhika had assembled in a line for me. She might be bossy, but she had a knack for taking care of things, especially when I was too distracted to do so.

Sameer uncle, Vidhi aunty and Vihaan's parents had already left the day before to ensure that everything was in place while I was leaving with Radhika, Taran and Vihaan along with Taran's parents tonight.

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Mr. Birdbrain was here to pick us up and currently he was in my living room, staring between Radhika and our ten suitcases while she was standing there too, looking completely bored.

"But are you completely sure that you need all these bags?" Vihaan asked and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing at his expressions.

"For the fourth time now Jiju, yes. Yes, we do need all of them." She replied, sitting on one of the bags.

Vihaan sighed, his exasperation barely hidden as he ran a hand through his hair. "Ten bags for two people, Radhika? Are you sure you're not trying to smuggle a small country in there?"

I snorted, earning a sharp look from Radhika, who seemed unimpressed by Vihaan's incredulity.

"Jiju, we are girls. We need options. What if Di's lehenga suddenly feels tight, or my heels don't match my outfit? You wouldn't understand."

"Trust me, I don't want to understand," Vihaan muttered, poking one of the bags with his shoe as if it might explode.

"Radhika, it's a wedding, we all are not moving to Mussoorie." Vihaan protested.

"Exactly! It is a W.E.D.D.I.N.G. My di's wedding." she countered. "Which is why I need to be prepared for everything. Look, I even packed an extra saree for you in case you decide that sherwanis and suits are not your style anymore.

"Was that supposed to be funny?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

She gave him the fakest sweetest smile that she could muster up.

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me, drawing both their attention. Radhika immediately pointed at me. "Di, control your fiancé. He's being so uncooperative."