Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not in...
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Riddi and Nandhini stood in the dimly lit hallway, their voices barely above a whisper as they pondered the best course of action regarding Vrishali. Should they approach her now or allow her some much-needed solitude to sort through her feelings? The air was thick with tension, and their uncertainty weighed heavily on them.
Just then, they caught sight of their grandparents, along with Vrishali's parents, making their way toward her room. A sense of clarity washed over them; perhaps it was best to wait until Vrishali was ready to talk.
"Let's give them the space," Riddi said. Nandhini nodded. "What is going to happen?"
"Cannot conclude anything. Everything is a blur." They share a look. "Do you think Vrishali is going to accept the proposal?"
Nandhini shook her head negatively. "I don't think so. Vrishali has a life out there, and I have no idea how they made this decision, but we never know."
"But I hope Vrishali gives it a chance," Riddi says. "No, if Vrishali doesn't want to get married, then she shouldn't. We have to stand by whatever decision she's going to make."
"Yeah." Riddi and Nandhini left while the others stood before the door, trying to gather their thoughts before they met Vrishali.
They knocked softly on the door before stepping inside, their gazes darting around the room in search of Vrishali. A moment later, she emerged from the shadows of the walk-in closet, her arms full of clothes. With a determined look on her face, she began to methodically pack her wardrobe into a spacious suitcase, zipping it up without care. Gauravi and Deepansh exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions hinting at unspoken words, but before Deepansh could voice his thoughts, Kalyan Mewar stepped in, raising a hand to pause him.
"Vrishali, please hear us." Kalyan Mewar spoke softly. Vrishali shook her head, dropping the cloth. "You can't do this, Dadu; marriage isn't a joke. I'm not ready for this." Vrishali zipped the duffle bag and went over to the other side.
Vrishali huffed. "I'm not even ready to date anyone, and here you are choosing a groom! Wow!" Vrishali chuckled, snapping her gaze harshly over them. "I don't even have words for you all."
"Vrishali. . . We are sorry about our actions. We— We had no other option. If we did, you wouldn't have been here. You would've met us, and I'm sorry for throwing this out on you. We were supposed to sit you down and have this conversation."
""Why didn't we discuss this beforehand instead of blurting it out in front of everyone and making me look like a fool?" Vrishali's voice was sharp and filled with frustration as she stood with her hands firmly planted on her hips, her eyes narrowing as she glared at them. The tension in the air was thick. "We were afraid. What if you decided to leave without a word in the dead of night?"
Vrishali rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm leaving in the middle of a dead afternoon."
Kalyan Mewar signalled everyone to step out as he wanted to talk with her alone. "We are in the 21st century, Dadu! Don't I get to choose the one?" Vrishali took a seat on the bed and crossed her arms.
