𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝒮𝒶𝒿𝒶𝓃

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The day of Armaan and Zara’s Mehndi and Sangeet arrived, and the entire farmhouse was buzzing with energy.
It was almost noon, yet everyone was busy rushing around—the decorators were hanging bright drapes, arranging flowers according to the theme, and setting up the stages.

Armaan entered the main hall, rubbing his eyes groggily. His gaze landed on his mother, Amal, who was sitting on the sofa, carefully looking over some jewelry pieces. Without saying a word, he walked up and laid his head down on her lap.

"Uth gaye, maharaj?" Amal said sarcastically, ruffling his hair.

Armaan simply hummed in response, snuggling closer.

"Aaj teri mehndi hai aur tu ab uth raha hai? Itna sara kaam hai, woh kaun karega?" she scolded playfully.

Armaan sat up, blinking sleepily.

"Kya matlab kaam kaun karega? Main dulha hoon, main kyun karoon?" he said dramatically.

Amal raised her eyebrow at him.

"Toh kisne kaha dulhe kaam nahi karte?" she retorted.

Armaan gasped, pointing dramatically toward Hira who was walking by.

"Yeh! Yeh bhi toh apni shaadi pe kuch nahi kar rahi thi!" he said, scandalized.

Hira stopped, confused.

"Main kahaan se aayi beech mein?" she said, half laughing.

"Haan, par woh dulhan thi," Amal defended Hira, smirking.

Armaan threw up his hands in frustration.

"Seriously? Dulha sab kaam kare aur dulhan baithe aish kare?"

Hira smirked mischievously.

"Toh tu bol raha hai ki Zara kaam kare?" she teased.

Armaan immediately straightened up, shaking his head frantically.

"WHAT?! Bilkul nahi! Woh kuch bhi nahi karegi!"

Everyone burst out laughing at his instant protectiveness.

"Chal ja, fresh hoja aur kaam pe lag," Amal said, tapping his head playfully.

"Yaar mom, I am not doing anything!" Armaan grumbled and stormed toward the kitchen irritably.

As soon as he entered, Aayan smirked.

"Areee uth gaye dulhe raja?" Aayan teased.

Sahil, standing beside him, chuckled.

"Yaar ab tu mat shuru hoja!" Armaan said, rolling his eyes and sitting on the tall kitchen stool.

But then his face turned serious. He leaned toward Aayan.

"Aayan, kuch pata chala?" he asked quietly.

Sahil’s and Aayan’s expressions darkened immediately.

"Not yet," Aayan said. "But don’t worry. Vikram doesn’t know we’re here. Security is very tight—in and outside the farmhouse."

Armaan nodded but the tension didn’t leave his eyes.

"Still..." he muttered.

Aayan patted his shoulder.

"Tu apni shaadi pe focus kar. Ye sab hum dekh lenge," he reassured.