Two Years Later
The house was buzzing with energy as guests arrived. People were coming and going, dropping off gifts and flowers in the living room. Laughter filled the air as everyone greeted each other. The soft glow of lights made the room feel cozy, and the smell of delicious food drifted from the kitchen, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.
Rudra, dressed in a black pair of pants and a light blue shirt, navigated his way through the guests.
His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar face, and then he spotted her.
She was standing near a group of guests, her back turned toward him. She wore a beautiful blue anarkali, her hair left flowing with soft curls that framed her face.
Rudra couldn't help but smile as he walked up to her, gently tapping her on the shoulder. She turned around, holding her six-month belly protectively with one hand, a curious smile playing on her lips.
"What is it, Rudra?" she asked, her voice soft yet laced with amusement.
"Where is Maitree?" Rudra asked, his eyes scanning the crowd again, clearly puzzled.
Khushi frowned and shrugged, glancing around the room. "I thought she was with you," she said, her voice tinged with confusion.
"Don't stress, I'll find her," Rudra reassured her, seeing the concern in her eyes.
"She's probably yelling at somebody," Khushi said, wide-eyed, a playful smirk on her lips.
Rudra's face lit up in realization. "Oh my, she isn't, is she?" he said, his eyes widening in amusement.
Khushi nodded. "I think she is."
Rudra chuckled, shaking his head before heading toward the balcony. Khushi followed closely behind, curious to see what was happening. As they stepped outside, the scene before them confirmed their suspicions.
Maitree stood near the balcony railing, her hands on her hips, wearing a stunning red anarkali with palazzo pants. The dupatta, embroidered with red flowers and mirror work, fluttered slightly in the breeze. She was clearly upset, her voice rising in frustration as she pointed at a large basket of flowers in front of her.
Khushi and Rudra exchanged knowing glances, and without needing to say a word, they both understood what was happening.
"Why are these red?" Maitree was saying, glaring at the basket. "I specifically asked for pink flowers! How hard is it to get the right color?"
Khushi raised an eyebrow and whispered to Rudra, "The flowers were supposed to be pink, but they sent red ones instead."
Rudra raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling softly.
Maitree's voice echoed again, though this time with a touch of humor. "Do I look like I wanted red flowers at my sister's housewarming?"
Rudra, with a grin, leaned against the doorframe, calling out to her. "Hey, relax!. It's just flwers."
Maitree shot him a look over her shoulder, her lips twitching hung up. "I'm just saying, this is Di's housewarming, and she deserves the perfect flowers!"
Khushi blinked, her heart skipping a beat. 'Di'—she still couldn't believe Maitree was referring to her this way. She had longed to hear those words ever since Maitree was born. At one point, Khushi thought she'd never hear them, and she didn't want to force Maitree into calling her 'Di.' But then, one day, several months ago, it just happened—"Di."
It took everything in Khushi to not make a big deal out of it, to hold back the rush of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. But everyone around her knew. It was a moment neither of them would ever forget.
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