The Cupid Play

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 02

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"Hurry up, Baba! And Bhaiya, don't dump that here go put it properly in the kitchen!" I huffed in exasperation, shaking my head. Tugging the pallu of my saree tighter around me, I climbed the stairs, my mind consumed with thoughts of the person for whom all this grand preparation was being done.

Then, a sudden thought struck me. "Shruti beta!" I called, spotting our house help rushing past. "The shagun thali I left in the kitchen please bring it out and place it with the rest of the gifts, na. If it stays there, it'll be such a disaster."

"Yes, madam, I'll keep it," Shruti nodded, dutiful as ever, before disappearing down the stairs.

I quickened my steps, the pleats of my saree swishing against my ankles as I made my way toward his room. Just as I was about to enter, someone tapped me from behind. I spu -right, no one. Left-and there he was. My son. Standing with that same mischievous grin plastered across his face, not even remotely ready.

I smacked his arm. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" I scolded, trying to sound stern.

"Relax, Mom. Two minutes, and I'll be done. It's not like it's my baraat," he teased, leaning in for a hug. I swatted him away with a glare.

"Do you even want to get ready or not?" I shot back.

"Honestly? Nope, not interested," he muttered under his breath. He thought I didn't hear him-but I did. Then, with that infuriating boyish smile, he added, "I'll get ready, Mom. Don't stress so much-you're already getting more white hairs." He reached to touch my head.

I smacked his hand again. "Shameless boy! Twenty-four years old, and still not a shred of sense in that brain of yours!"

"Mom, you need a brain for sense. And clearly, he doesn't have both," came a mocking voice from behind, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Chipdi! Who asked you to butt in?" Ritik snapped at his sister.

"My mouth, my wish, Chipdee!" Arvi shot back, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Arvi! You're not ready either?!" I scolded. She had her hair and makeup perfectly done, but she was still lounging around in pants and a blouse, sipping hot chocolate like it was a lazy Sunday morning.

"What's there to get ready, Mamma? Just have to slip into the lehenga, that's all." She shrugged casually.

I threw my hands up in despair. "Hopeless! All of you are hopeless! At least let me go check on him. Surely he must be ready."

"Hah! No way. He's probably in the middle of a business meeting right now," Ritik muttered as he walked off.

"A meeting? On his wedding day? This boy will be the death of me." Furious, I stormed toward his room.