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The room was divided.
Bondita pressed her lips together, torn between amusement and propriety. Anirudh’s brows arched, as if silently questioning Aarohi’s audacity. Batuk chuckled quietly, while Somnath … somnath simply stared, bewildered and fascinated.
For Aarohi, heat rushed to her cheeks. Shit. They probably think I’m parading around half-naked. Great job, Aarohi. Fashion crime of the century.
Bondita finally broke the silence, her tone gentle yet firm. “Aarohi, perhaps tomorrow we shall arrange proper attire for you. Tonight… let us eat.”
Kaka huffed but stayed silent. Shubhra quietly served more food, diffusing the tension. The clatter of plates slowly replaced the awkwardness.
Aarohi sat down, muttering to herself, “At least the food hasn’t time-traveled. Thank God for Bengali cuisine.”
The night wore on. Between nervous laughter, curious glances, and sharp stares, one truth settled in the Roy Chaudhary Mansion —
Aarohi was no longer just a guest. She was becoming part of their story.
And destiny had only just begun its game.
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End of Chapter 5:- The embrace of destiny
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At Dinner :-
The long wooden table stretched like a royal court. Brass plates gleamed under oil lamps, bowls of steaming rice, dal, and sabzi filling the air with warmth.
The family gathered. Kaka’s face still stiff with disapproval, Shubhra Roy Chaudhary calm as ever, Anirudh and Bondita dignified, Binoy thoughtful, Somnath quietly watching, Arvind amused.
And then… Aarohi entered.
Wearing her night suit.
A soft cotton pajama set, button-down, utterly normal to her. But in this house — in this time — it was a cultural earthquake.
Silence fell.
Shubhra’s eyes widened. Kaka nearly dropped his spoon. Batuk bit back a laugh. Somnath’s eyes grew large with shock… and something else. Bondita’s hand froze mid-air.
Gasps escaped. The helpers, Koyeli and Bihari, exchanged glances.
Koyeli (whispering, simple Hindi): “Arey, didi ne toh raat mein bhi mela ka poshak pehna hai.”
Bihari (grinning): “Lagta hai angrez raat ko bhi tayyar rehte hain.”
Kaka slammed the table. “Yeh kya hai?! Raatri mein bhi angrezi ashleel vastra?! Maryada ka naash ho raha hai!”
Aarohi froze, blinking innocently. “What? This? Pajamas! Super comfy, breathable. Everyone wears this in… uh… London.”
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The guest room was nothing less than royal. A carved four-poster bed with silk curtains, brass lamps glowing, silver combs lined neatly on the dresser.
Aarohi’s jaw dropped. “Wow… this is like some five-star heritage suite. Netflix would kill for this set!”
Bondita chuckled faintly. “I don't know ki tumne kya bola, but I’m glad you like it. Abhi thura sa aaram karo muh haath dhulo..... Than we’ll meet you at dinner....okkk!!”
Alone, Aarohi collapsed onto the bed, hugging a pillow, laughing and crying at once.
“They actually fought for me. Par Dadu, Par Dadi… real life superheroes. If only they knew who I am…”
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But Kaka roared back. “Shubhra behen! Hum tumhari daya samajhte hai. Par maryada ki raksha karna hamara dharm hai. Angrezi poshak aur angrezi bol-chal… hamare grih ke liye apavitra hai!”
The tension was sharp as a blade. Aarohi wanted to disappear.
Anirudh’s voice finally cut through, deep and authoritative. “Kaka, maa sahi keh rahi hain. Agar yeh ladki akeli yahan tak aayi hai, padh-likh kar, to humara kartavya hai ise ashray dena. Ghar ke darwaze band karna… hamara sanskaar nahi hai.”
Bondita’s voice followed, soft but firm. “Kaka Sasurji, main vachan deti hoon — is kanya se hamare ghar ki maryada bhang nahi hogi. Use apnaana hi sahi hoga.”
A silence fell. Finally, Bondita lifted her hand. “Enough!!!!.... Maa Durga ke aashirwad se jo aayi hai, use hum apnaayenge.”
Kaka muttered, storming away, “Yeh ladki ek din kalank banegi…”
Aarohi’s shoulders sagged in relief. She whispered, trembling, “Thank you…”
Bondita touched her arm gently. “Aao, tumhe tumhara kamra dikhati hoon.”
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Aarohi flinched. She tried a nervous laugh.
“Uncle… I mean, Kaka ji… please relax. Chill! It was just affection, nothing criminal.”
“Chill?” a child echoed. “Chill matlab kya?” Giggles spread.
The crowd chuckled nervously, but Kaka’s fury only grew. “Dekho! Angrezi ashleel shabd Devi Maa ke mandap mein! Apmaan hai yeh!”
Aarohi’s palms went clammy. Oh God, Aarohi… hug attack plus chill lecture. Great job. Totally nailed your first impression.
And then Shubhra, her presence like soft water over flame, stepped forward. Draped in a plain cotton saree, her eyes kind yet steady.
“Lochan da,” she said gently , “yeh ladki akeli aayi hai. Main ise mandir se laayi hoon. Bholi hai, London mein padh rahi hai. Aap apna hriday itna kathor kyun kar rahe hain?”
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