Wajah Tum Ho

15.Diwali

Unhe bhi hum yaad aayenge,
Jab unhe bhi koi thukrayega.

Translation: He/she'll miss me when he/she'll get rejected by someone.

Do you fear your luck when everything in your life is suddenly sorted out? Do you fear your fate when you're too happy in your life? Do you fear the future when everything's right in your life? If yes, then congratulations, you're not alone. I'm there too. Well lately, I've been too happy and everything has been too perfect. My family is happy. My first and last love, my wife is happy. With me. I'm happy. With us. It's all like a dream that I never want to come out of. I don't want to face the reality if it requires this dream to shatter, to be honest, but I know that it's really not possible.

Just like, right now.

Well, let me elaborate.

It's been five minutes.

Five. Minutes.

Five. Freaking. Minutes.

Five damn minutes since Abhimanyu is holding that girl in his arm, in a typical Bollywood romantic step, where the hero holds his heroine by her waist and they keep looking into each other's eyes and suddenly there is a strong but cool, soothing wind playing with heroine's hair.

Bullshit.

Unless, it's Nandini and I.

Of course. Call me selfish. I don't care.

Ok enough of this. I nudged Nandini, who jerked, as if came out of a trance. She stared at me open mouthed which actually surprised me. Had she not seen her brother romance before? Well, can't blame her because apparently Abhimanyu is too boring.

"Aditi!"

I looked behind Nandini and found an extremely happy Vihaan staring at Abhimanyu's apparent heroine, who finally came out her trance and wriggled in Abhimanyu's arms which made him embarrassed. They both strengthened immediately after that, while the girl named Aditi pushed her bangs behind her ear whilst blushing; Abhimanyu, with a red face, scratched his nape.

Abhimanyu was blushing.

Abhimanyu was B-L-U-S-H-I-N-G. Point noted. I mentally smirked at my plan of teasing the hell out of him.

Vihaan went and hugged the girl, who hugged him back. They both were having a secret conversation while we were the silent spectators.

"How is it possible?"

I heard my sweet wife's whisper which made me curious. I nudged her with my elbow but she pushed my hand and kept looking curiously at that girl and Abhimanyu. She was literally looking so cute with that expression on her face.

Gautami: Vihaan!

Mom called him, maybe because she couldn't control her curiosity anymore. Vihaan turned back and looking at mom, he understood that he was being an ass and forcefully making us an audience yet again wasting our five more minutes.

Can you believe it? Ten minutes since we've been standing here. Like wow!

Vihaan: Oh how rude of me.

Yeah you got it. Apart from flirting with my wife, you know nothing.

Vihaan: So people, here I introduce you to my cousin sister Aditi Roy. My bade papa's daughter and Aditi, this is Nia's family. Come I'll introduce you...

"Nandini!"

That girl, oh, I mean Aditi suddenly exclaimed Nandini's name who was still dazed and confused as if she forgot the question in the process of taking out the solution. Aditi walked, or to be precise, ran towards Nandini and hugged her tight.