My Great Bollywood Romance [Completed]

Chapter 26: Rushil Weds Fiza

Chapter 26: Rushil Weds Fiza

I was already up and ready when Saloni's alarm rang.

"Saloni, come on," I said mimicking my mother's tone when she used to wake me up on the weekends. "You snoozed that thing three times."

She groaned turning her back to me.

"I guess we'll ditch you in India," I threatened softly. "No more late night makeout sessions with Rushil for you."

That got her up sitting in bed. She stretched her arms out.

"What are you talking about?" she asked playing dumb.

"How are you not gonna tell me? I'm hurt." I fake clutched my chest in pain. "Jash told me last night that he walked in to you and Rushil kissing on our last night at his house."

"I was too embarrassed," she admitted. "I went to search for you that night, but Rushil wanted to talk to me. We were talking about something and I was about to leave. I accidentally tripped over the sari and fell on Rushil and . . . Our lips happened to literally collide. Jash caught us 'kissing.'"

That explained why Jash called Rushil out at Taj Mahal.

"Damn chica, how am I the last one to find out?!"

"It wasn't a kiss kiss," she said wincing.

"That's it? Those are your juicy details? You can actually kiss him and I won't care," I told her honestly. "I'm happy with Jash."

"I already know," she said smugly. "You two are smitten. It makes me happy."

She returned after spending an hour in the bathroom. I texted Jash in the meantime.

All of us met for breakfast at the hotel's restaurant before boarding on Yogesh's van for the last time.

Each one of us gave him a big hug and big tip since we had paid him in full halfway through the trip.

He thanked us numerous times and gave us his blessings.

Rushil somehow ended up having a flight on a different plane and was on his way to India before the three of us. Jash, Saloni, and I waited in our boarding area drinking coffee and playing hangman.

"Hey Saloni, does your dad own a gun by any chance?" I asked randomly.

"He has a hunting rifle. Why?" she asked.

I grinned. "Rushil's dead meat."

Saloni scoffed and turned to Jash who sat on my other side. I was sandwiched between these two on a bench in the boarding area.

"Jash, did you know Fiza's dad was in the army for a few years and owns a revolver?" Saloni told him.

He rolled his eyes. "I know. He bought it at my uncle's gun store."

Saloni patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Is your uncle a distant relative?" I asked in a tiny voice.

"My mom's brother," he smiled brightly.

Saloni burst out laughing.

"Oh no," I grimaced. "Your mom hates me. This is going to be a disaster. Can I stay here for another week?"

"My mom doesn't hate you." Jash scowled.

"Fiza broke your window in high school, remember?" Saloni explained on my behalf.

How could I forget about Jash's mother? I had only met her once when everyone in our neighborhood was having a local FIFA world cup game. I had kicked the soccer ball in a random direction and it had landed inside Jash's living room. Right through the window.