An impulsive decision along with a sinister idea was enough to create a mess. The mess was big enough to turn the life of the person involved upside down. But an immutable decision was taken that tangled two people in the chaos, one who was not at f...
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"Nikky, if I get any complaints from her, I will beat you with my new Prada heels." Grandma scolded Nikhil, making everyone chuckle instead of Nikhil Arora, who gulped in fear hearing her.
"This moment needs to be recorded," said Nirvana before taking out his camera and making the video of the scared form of my husband while grandma was giving him instructions on how to treat me.
"Shanku, enough. It's my turn now," said Dad. I had thought he will hug him and say some words of affection. Like I had anticipated he did the same but with me and to Nikhil he gave strict instructions regarding me.
"Di, are you sure you were born in our house?" Arpit questioned.
"Why?"
"Because I feel you have always been an Arora." I agreed to Arpit as they all love me like their own. Everyone was sad not because their son was leaving them but because their newly found daughter was leaving. I felt bad for Nikhil and decided to apologize for the same.
I was certain he must be feeling bad for the way I was given more attention.
"Anvi." I heard Shivam Uncle and turned towards him.
"We need to leave. Take care of yourself, ok, and please don't hate your uncle." Guilt was evident in his eyes but he was never at fault in my eyes.
"I can never hate you, you know that," I said hugging him.
"I am glad you decided to give this marriage a chance. Nikhil is a good guy, he won't disappoint you," he said, caressing my hairs. Pulling back from the hug he kissed my forehead before giving me and Nikhil blessings. I was happy that Uncle, Adhyayan Bhaiya, and Arpit could make it to see me off.
Vritti had her flight the previous night and Maasi was gone to her house but she talked to me over the call before leaving. Everyone talked to me except my mother.
Bidding goodbyes to everyone both of us entered inside the airport. There was still half an hour for both of us to board the flight. When both of us were sitting in the waiting area I called my husband who was scrolling through his phone, "Nikhil."
