Secret Love Story #wattys2017 (COMPLETED)

Wedding Embarrassment

Kajol-2007

"Aryan does ammi look pretty?" Shah Rukh asks our son as I step out of the ensuite into the hotel room. I roll my eyes. Aryan is only two months old so is still mostly sleeping, which is what he's doing in Shah Rukh's arms right now.
"Hmm I don't think he agrees," I smile playfully walking over to Shah Rukh and kissing his cheek. Shah Rukh smiles back at me and I find myself getting totally lost in his eyes. I can't believe today is Aishwarya's wedding day. I'm so happy for her if not a little bit jealous at the fact she's having a big ceremony with her parents full support. I try to push my jealousy out of my mind and focus on the fact that it is mainly just my father who is opposed to Shah Rukh and I. I'm still in regular contact with my mum and my sister and even Rani doesn't care that we lied to her. She can see how happy Shah Rukh makes me and has moved on.
"Well I think you look stunning," Shah Rukh says placing Aryan in a carrier cot, buckling him up as he squirms in his sleep. I smile watching Shah Rukh become the natural father he is.
"Have you changed him?" I ask placing my hand on Shah Rukh's back as he hoists the carrier off the floor by the handle.
"Haan, stop worrying he'll be fine," Shah Rukh laughs draping his arm around my waist and guiding me to the door. I just don't want Aryan ruining Aishwarya's wedding and me feeling guilty about it for the rest of my life. I mean there's probably going to be enough tension today with my father staring me down so having a wailing baby to add to the mix may not go down as well as planned. Shah Rukh closes the door behind us as we step into the lift pressing the button for reception. The lift descends as Shah Rukh squeezes my waist reassuringly. It's like he can sense my unease about this wedding. Although the Bachchans have always been family friends and my friendship with Aishwarya spans at least a decade I still feel nervous about facing them all in the same room along with my father. Let's just say the Bachchans didn't take kindly to hearing about my secret relationship with Shah Rukh however much they like him as a person they still feel I shouldn't have lied to my parents. It's more me they have a problem with and to be honest I'm still feeling hormonal after giving birth so if someone says something to me today I might just burst into tears.
"Ready?" Shah Rukh pulls me from my trance as we exit the lift walking across the foyer to our car waiting to whisk us away to the wedding venue. I nod smiling at him as we take the plunge and hurry down the steps through the mob of paparazzi all trying to snap a photo of our new child. We practically launch ourselves into the car blocking out the flashes and the questions and the endless hubbub of noise the paparazzi like to produce. Well they were the first hurdle of the day...

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"Congratulations," I cry pulling Aishwarya into a hug, "beautiful ceremony." She smiles her cheeks blushing as Shah Rukh saunters over Aryan in his arms. I roll my eyes making Aishwarya laugh.
"Beautiful outfit too," I say feeling jealously pick it's way through my body.
"Thanks you look great too though, to say it's only been two months," Aishwarya smiles down at Aryan who is gurgling away grasping at anything he can get his hands on. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my father death staring me down as I stand close to Shah Rukh for protection. It's like he is some wall between two fighters that stops any ammunition being exchanged.
"You alright?" Shah Rukh mumbles into my ear as Aishwarya gets swallowed by the crowd of people wanting to talk to her. I nod my head letting the smile slip from my face.
"Not to alarm you but trouble at nine o'clock," Shah Rukh gestures his head to the left and I lean back shooting a look over Shah Rukh's shoulders spotting my father striding towards us my mum in tow trying to pull him back.
"Fuck sake!" I groan. I feel Shah Rukh staring at my outburst but I can't deal with another shouting match right now. It seems like whenever something important is happening my father always decides to have a go at me.
"Kajol!" My father shouts and I close my eyes leaning my head against Shah Rukh's shoulder.
"Please not right now," I beg just wanting to have a nice time. Shah Rukh and I only have a couple of hours left before we have to leave to put Aryan to bed.
"How dare you even show your face here," my father exclaims, "how dare you even bother to show up. Nobody wants you here." I stare at my father unsure exactly what to say.
"I was invited here by my friend," I say shocked that my father is really choosing to cause a scene at a wedding.
"And you've brought that thing with you," my father continues to storm pointing to Aryan who is gurgling in his sleep. I see Shah Rukh's jaw clench and throb with anger.
"Babu..." I begin but the thunder on my father's face stops me.
"You lost the right to call me your father the day you decided to lie about your relationship with this man," my father snarls, "I am nothing to do with you. Never will be." I feel my bottom lip quibble as I reach for Aryan and cradle him in my arms. I turn away from my father feeling the tears slowly fall over my eyelids and down my cheek. I walk away not caring if Shah Rukh follows me or not. I can sense everyone's eyes on me as I quicken my step towards the car park. I can't stay here, not knowing what everyone thinks about me. It's true nobody wants me here... Not even my own father.