WHEN THE ROYAL BOWED DOWN TO LOVE(COMPLETED) #ICA

THE NOT-SO-DECENT BESTIES TALKS

The baraat started its journey and excitement was on its zenith for the groom who was not even quite for a second.

The family, friends and guests had a valid reason for continuous grin on their faces and the reason was the groom.

As usual, having no other choice than fulfilling groom's demand, Arnav and Khushi had to sit with him in his car while rest of the family accompanied in the other cars.

Being the only child, Aman had only his friends and his friends, Arnav- Khushi, Akash-Payal and NK were no less than siblings for him, although, he never voiced it out. Besides, whole of the Lucknow knew what Arnav and Khushi meant for Aman. They were the reason of him being lively.

Khushi was busy in oogling at her Amy's excitement and happiness and Arnav busy in admiring, how his Wife, his Khushi is looking earth- shattering, toe-curling gorgeous with her smile. This is actually where her beauty lies, her smile. This was the only remembrance all these years which kept the rude, cold, heartless King alive and keep going all these years with sanity.

She smiled looking at their seating arrangements. It has been like this since forever. All of them used to go same school and it was their always Sitting arrangement. Aman and Khushi on either side with Arnav in the middle with his one hand permanently kept around Khushi's shoulder and Aman almost sleeping half on Arnav about which Arnav though would whin but deep down adored and let him do that, And Payal, Akash and NK in another car.

This day looked as beautiful and merrier as their school days.

Beautiful, Cherishing old memories. Memories of her being Just Her. A LIVE WIRE AKA JALEBI.

Wandering in the thoughts of past, Khushi looked at Arnav wondering where is he lost, only to find him busy gawking at her. No doubt, she felt so proud of it but then it scares her as well.

Their sudden closeness, this sudden being much-in love, she is frightened, for, she can't bear, it to be a facade again.

Ugh! Damn, she hates it. Why the hell these stupid, scumbag, able to make sad thoughts are coming in her mind, again and again?

Don't they have any other thing to do?
Or is it that Khushi is their favourite target?
She would chop off these thoughts and throw them in a deep well full of ugly monsters.
Duh! Serves right.

Arnav, looked amused, at how her expression changed from glum, to scornful, to determined. He wondered what his iron lady is upto now.

Khushi pouted at Arnav's raised eyebrows while Aman chuckled seeing their exchange of thoughts.

Much to ArShi's surprise and annoyance, Aman was still on-call and fighting with his to-be-wife in few hours.

Khushi snatched the phone from Aman and instead of sulking, he took a sigh of relief.

He first looked at Arnav who was seating in the middle with one of his hands around Khushi's shoulder and then at Khushi who was now busy in switching off Aman's mobile.

He flared his nose at Khushi and then shouted abruptly startling the couple.

You girls are so crazy, I tell you, Khush.
You make us feel why the hell are we even marrying a bug box of stupid demands.

Khushi, who had a bit difficulty while doing so,as she and Aman are on either sides, slapped his head and shouted rather in Arnav's ears-

What the hell?
How could you shout on me?

Aman too slapped her head, making Arnav hit him back, while ignoring that Aman shouted-

Why not?
You are a woman.
To be more specific, a WIFE.
you know how terrifying wives are?