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Ananya POV
It has been few days since; I got a little angry on Mata. I was sad because of it so I had apologized in the evening, Mata had forgiven me.
Yesterday, Karn was revealed as the eldest prince of Hastinapur and people have been gossiping all over the Aryavarta. Even the Dasi's around here are constantly chattering about it.
Right now, Pita ji, Mata and my brothers with me are in the sitting room, Pita Ji called, he said he wanted to have some chat. I am sitting there in middle of big bro and Bhai. I was playing with the ruffle sleeves of my gingham black and white ruffle dress.
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"Ananya?"
"Ji, Pita Ji?" (Yes, father.) I look at my father.
"Sab theek hai?" (Is everything alright?) he asks.
"Awashya, pita ji." (Of course, father.) I say confidently. "Koi bat thi Kya?" (Was there something you wanted to say?)
"Hum tumhare shaadi ki bat kar Rhein Hain." (We are talking about your marriage.) Mata says and I choke on the cherry I had just had.
"Mata!" (Mother!) I scream appalled. "Aise baat, ahistha se bola kar, na." (These kind of thing, must be said slowly, right?)
"Tujhe koi dikat nahi hai?" (You have no problem?) Mata seems surprised.
