My Great Bollywood Romance [Completed]

Chapter 27: Congratulations!

Chapter 27: Congratulations!

"What is this?!"

I threw the wedding invitation on the dining table where Rushil's parents and my parents sat drinking red wine.

"Rush, you should've waited for her to get relaxed first," Rushil's mom, Mrs. Darar, scolded.

"It's okay, Rajveer," my ma told her best friend. She turned to me. "How was the trip, sweetheart?"

"I'm about to go back. That's how great it was," I said ready to explode.

"I told you we should have the wedding in India," my dad said taking my words lightly. "Kids won't mind."

"What happened to your lip, your jaw?" Ma said tugging my hand to examine my face closer.

Thank god the foundation and concealer covered the handprint that had turned into a purple bruise. I couldn't explain that.

I retreated instead. "Rushil and I are not getting married."

"You two have been holding it off long enough," Mr. Darar said strictly. "It's time the adults stepped in."

"We don't love each other," Rushil said aggravated. "We broke up months ago."

"That has been going on since high school," said Mrs. Darar. "Marriage doesn't require love. It needs a mixture of a lot of things to make it work. That's what love is."

"With all due respect," I started, "Rushil and I don't share the same interests to be tied down."

"Fiza, you'll learn to compromise when you're forced to live together," ma told me.

"We like other people," Rushil said before I could've presented a different argument. I suppose now was the time to tackle this.

That got everyone's attention. The wine glasses sat still on the table not disturbing anyone now.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Darar asked white faced. She wore too pale of a foundation. "Who?"

"Fiza likes Jash and I like Saloni," Rushil said confidently.

I admired him for standing up for us thought not so early of a relationship reveal. I gave him an unsure glance but realized we had to do this now or the parents might say something crazy at the board meeting tomorrow morning.

"Saloni?" Mr. Darar asked. "The one who you two hired as a project manager without any experience because she was your friend?"

"Has she proven us wrong?" I asked.

"Fiza," ma's warning tone told me to shut up.

I ignored her.

"Rushil, you're an idiot," Mrs. Darar told him. "You're a young, rich bachelor who's going to inherit half of a multi-millionaire business. That's all she sees."

"That's not true. Her dad owns four gas stations and rakes in millions in income too," Rushil argued back.

"You're not marrying a gas station owner's daughter," Mrs. Darar said refusing the entire idea. "Her dad's a divorcee and mother a mess. We don't know what baggage she comes with."

"Good lord, we have grown up with her!" I said astonished. "She has come over to this house a million times. Ma, you've always liked her!"

"Silly girl, you didn't know what kind of a snake you were raising as a friend," my ma told me. "If I had known she'd pull a stunt like this to come between you and Rushil, I would've never welcomed her in our home."

"These kids," Mr. Darar said shaking his head at us.

"Oh, what's the thing about you and Jash?" Ma asked narrowing her eyes at me.