𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝒮𝒶𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓈

The next morning, all the elders left the farmhouse for the mansion to prepare for the reception, which was scheduled for the following night.

Hira packed both her and Sahil's bags, and they were ready to leave. She adjusted her dupatta one last time in the mirror and spoke,

“Listen, drop me at the office on the way, okay?”

“Why?” Sahil asked, confused, glancing at her.

“Vo reception ke dresses thode se fix karne hai, isliye.” She said, not taking her eyes off the mirror.

“We can buy other clothes, don’t worry. I’ll buy them for you,” he replied firmly.

“It’s not about buying. I designed the outfits myself for everyone. I just have to fix them—it’s important,” Hira explained.

“Still, sweetheart, it’s not safe,” he said, concern lacing his tone.

“That’s my office, why is it not safe now?” she frowned.

“It is. You’re not going. We’ll buy new outfits for everyone.”

Hira glared at him. “Ky hai, ab mai mere office bhi nai ja sakti? This is not done. I will go. I definitely will. Dekhti hu kaun rokega mujhe.”

She left the room, annoyed and angry. Downstairs, she sat on the couch, still fuming. A voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Oh god, Amer stop it!” Mira exclaimed irritably as she came out of her room.

“But Mira, you have to take a massage,” Amer followed behind her.

“I don’t want it. I’m fine—look, I can walk!” she pointed at her feet.

“Still, it’s not good for you. Let me help you sit—” he offered, trying to hold her hand.

“Durrr! I can walk! Leave me alone, irritate karke rakh diya hai,” Mira shot back, annoyed, and plopped beside Hira on the sulk-couch.

Soon after, the newly married couple came downstairs. Zara looked nervous as she spoke to Armaan.

“Maan, I’m nervous.”

“Kyu?” he asked, frowning.

“Why do you mean by kyu? Now we’ll stay with Mom and Dad, toh nervousness toh hogi hi na!” she exclaimed.

“Kisne kaha ki hum vaha rehenge?” Armaan asked calmly.

“What do you mean hum Mom-Dad ke sath nai rehenge?” she asked, confused.

“No, we’ll live in our own mansion, Zara,” he replied casually.

“What??” she exclaimed, shocked.

“Why are you so shocked, jaan?” he chuckled.

“Tum hass rahe ho? Pagal hogaye ho kya? Mom-Dad kya sochege agar mai shaadi ke baad bhi waha nai aayi toh? Nai, pagal ho kya?” she retorted, irritated and angry.

“Oh calm down jaan, m—”

“Ky calm down! Pagal ho tum. Kuch nai samajhte. Dafa hojao!” she cut him off, storming away.

She, too, joined the sulk-couch, sitting beside Mira and Hira.

Just then, Iqra entered with Aayan, and all three girls turned to glare at them.

“Sorry, sunshine. I would never say no if the meeting wasn’t that important. I’m sorry,” Aayan pleaded, walking behind Iqra, who was clearly fuming.

“Haan haan, mai pagal hu joh ittna acha date plan kiya aur tumne flight delay kar di,” she said angrily.

“Thik hai meri jaan, tell me, what should I do?” he asked, trying to make it up to her.