My Vulnerary Husband ✔

Chapter 2

|Innaya|

"Innaya, honey I'm so happy for you. Get ready sweetie. We have only two hours for your engagement."

I was sitting lost in my thoughts after I informed GrandMa about my decision, when Mom rushed in. I looked up, listening to the enthusiasm in her tone, along with the happiness radiating from her face. I noticed the pink and golden colored beautiful lehenga with heavy embroidery in her hands.

"What engagement Mom? We just met. Aren't you rushing things?" I did not know why my family was behaving that way but it was surely getting annoying for me. This is too much in one day.

"Innaya, today's day is a very auspicious for engagement according to Priest and after two weeks, you two are getting married, as you are aware that, there are no good dates for marriage until two years," Mom answered, caressing my face lovingly, with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Mom, please!" I hugged Mom instantly. I could never see her in tears. If I have agreed to marriage then the date should not matter, right?

"Okay Mom, no need to get emotional. I will get ready. You go downstairs I know, you must be having lots of work." My feelings can take backseat for now.

"That's my daughter." Mom handed me the lehenga, caressing my face lovingly. Oh, Mom!

Two women entered in my room, dressed in beautiful designer clothes catching my attention. They must be from Eshan's family, I concluded.

Mom turned towards the door, welcoming them. "Please, come inside. I was just asking Innaya to get ready."

"Innaya, she is Jiya, Eshan's elder cousin Vihaan's wife," Mom introduced, motioning towards a woman in her thirties standing on her right side in her red embroidered Sari with a diamond necklace and earrings wearing a subtle make-up and her face held a comforting smile.

Stepping forward for taking her blessings, I was bending when in midway, she held me by shoulder stopping me and took me in her arms whispering in my ears, "Welcome to family Innaya. I'm not that old you see."

I smiled at her jovial nature and stepped back. Before Mom could introduce me to another woman, I felt myself engulfed in the bear hug. "Oh Bhabhi, I'm so happy. You are so beautiful. Eshan Bhai is so lucky."

I felt my cheeks burning up at her compliment and her adoration. Once she released me, I kept my gaze lowered at the floor.

"Oh Priya, at least first introduce yourself." Bhabhi chided that girl. Bhabhi, not bad Innaya. Weren't you the one, saying it is too fast and now aren't you adapting changes too fast? My subconscious mind taunted.

I ignored the taunt and focused on the girl clad in beautiful white Anarkali dress, who just made me feel fluttered with her compliments.

"Oh sorry, hi Bhabhi I'm Priya, Eshan bro's younger sister," she introduced herself, smiling as if she was the happiest person alive. I greeted her back, returning a smile.

"Innaya, get changed. Jiya and Priya will help you in getting ready. I will see to other arrangements." Mom readied all necessary things I would need before going back downstairs to check other preparation, leaving me with my to-be-in-laws.

*

After an hour, we made our way downstairs where everyone else was present. I grew self-conscious, as the hall fell in silence and the people stared our way, to be precise towards me. Bhabhi and Priya had not allowed me to look into the mirror, saying something about their family tradition. I felt myself shaking little with nervousness.