OPPOSITES ATTRACT

Part 2

NOTE : I AM TRYING TO UPDATE QUICKLY. So here comes the second part.

Daadi convinces daarji that a shadi today is much better than a post dated lingering marriage. Nothing is certain of my life...Handa's were easier to convince with her emotional drama, much easier than maan. They conceded for a small ceremony at haveli wid all close relative and acquaintance from the pind..and registered shadi then and there. They will take geet to delhi tonite.

Bride meets Groom

Marriage preparation were taking place in a hurry. Everyone was on the go to make the best possible arrangements. Registrar was to come at 5pm.

Maan was perplexed. He thought of going out for a walk to think straight.

#Walking through the corridor he was thinking....What did I get into. Never thought in the morning that I will get married today. What has daadi got me into.... Things never happen in my life out of the blue but daadi....#

SMASH

A pillow landed on his head. Followed by a vase which smashed into pieces just near his shoes. He bent down and picked the pillow for safeguard.

Geet yelled from the room- I am not going to wear this...and out came the flowers of the vase.

Maan- flowers..

Geet- You didnt like it? Then take my shoes. Out came her mojris.

He saw a tailor saving himself from the wrath outside the door.

At such short notice a new wedding dress cudnt be arranged for geet so she was being pacified to wear Rano's wedding dress. Tailor had come for alterations. All of Geet's dresses were simple salwar kameez which won't suit the wedding and the relatives would mock them for not arranging something bright for her. Read bright as gaudy. Rano's dress was too gaudy and outdated according to Geet. She was already angry as she hadn't even seen the guy she was marrying and that too at such short notice. And tantrums were part of geet. She never liked to compromise.

Out came a gaudy dupatta which covered his face. Maan was fuming by now. He pulled down the dupatta of his face with his long fingers, now turning into a fist. The girl was getting on his nerves. Geet comes out stamping in anger with a thick stick in her hand. Her curls all spread all over her face.

Geet handa wearing yellow suit, hair all open in a mess, eyes exuding anger.

Geet held Maan's hand and pulled him in the room.

Maan- How dare you?

Geet- Oye, dnt flatter me with your dare.....pointing the danda at him with the other hand. Good clothes dnt make you a hero? Shall I call Brij Veerji he will take out all this dare out of you. Why didnt Masterji come and has sent an idiot like you?

Maan stunned still trying to comprehend what the girl was shouting. #Is she mad?#

Geet- I will wear dress of my choice. It must be ready in 2hrs. no if and but. If I dnt get my dress, then first I will kill you then I will marry over your dead body.

Maan was stunned to see daadi's choice..#Maan- daadi has searched for this masterpiece for me. He checked her out. Her features were good but what a mess she was. She had turned the whole room into a dress shop....Big brown eyes filled with anger continuously blinking, stray strands of hair covering her face, clumsy and out rightly spoilt brat...how am I going to manage her.....Why me? daadi will do it..#