Engaged - My love story

Chapter 10

Smita POV

I woke up in the morning at 7:30 to see that the mehendi was dry now.

I walked downstairs.

Mom, Dad and Chhote were sitting in the living room, drinking tea.

"Morning Ma, Papa, Chhote." I said.

"Morning." Everyone greeted back.

"Smita, mehendi sukh gayi achhe se?" Mom asked. (Smita, is the henna all set?)

"Ha Ma. Chudane ke liye madad kardoge?" I asked. (Yes, Mum. Will you help me get it off?)

"Sure, let's go." Mom said.

"Di, main bhi aa sakta hoon?" Arnav asked. "Di, can I come too?"

"Ha, Chhote. Aa jao." I said. (Yes, Chhote. Come on.)

Mom got me mustard oil, and we removed it all in 15 minutes.

"Chuda liya? Proof mil gaya mere pyaar ka?" Dhruv was standing at the kitchen door, smiling. (Did you removed it? Got the proof of my love?)

I hid my hands under my dupatta. 

"Acha. Kitni halki mehendi ki rang aayi hai dulhan ke hatho main tumhe pata bhi hai?" I sneered. (Oh really. Do you even know how light the henna's colour has come? That too on the bride's hand?)

Dhruv smirked.

"Tum mujhse kuch nahi chhupa sakti, Mrs. Smita Madhu Singhania." He said. (You can't hide anything thing from me.)

He lightly kissed my neck, and I messed up, taking my hand out.

I saw Mom and Chhote smirking.

He looked at my hand after that.

"Mujhe pata hi nahi tha ki tumhe gehri aur halki ke bich me difference nahi pata." He smiled. (I didn't know the fact that you didn't know the difference between deep and light.)

It was true. My mehendi colour was very dark.

A/N - To my non - indian readers, there is a custom of Indian weddings, well, people believe that, the darker the colour of the henna after removing it, the more your husband loves you. So, yeah.

"Okay, fine. I give up." I sighed.

Dhruv leaned in and kissed me, which I returned. But, we were suddenly startled by clearing of throats.

We looked behind us to two smirking people.

"So sorry to disturb, par agar tum dono thodi privacy chahte ho, to hum chale jate hai." Arnav said. (If you two want some privacy, then we'll leave.)

"Nahi. nahi, Chhote. Yahi par raho tum dono." I smiled sneeringly at him. (No, no, Chhote. You both stay here only.)

"Acha - Chalo, bahut pareshan kiya dono ko. Chalo." Mom said, pushing Arnav out. (Okay, but let's go, we've troubled them enough now. Let's go.)

Me and Dhruv laughed and collided into a kiss again.

I took a bath and wore my churidar and came out, and Dhruv went in next.

We both went downstairs after that.

"Di, Kriti, Jiju. Morning." I saw them awake now.

"Morning, Smita." Di and Jiju said.

"Acha, mehendi dikha." Di said with excitement. (Okay, now show me your henna.)

I smiled at she gaped at me.

"Tum dono ko to manna padega. Kunal aur maine continous 4 saal date kiya tha, aur mera Smita se halka result tha. Tum dono 11 saal door rehke bhi itna gehra!" She said. (You two have to be like - Kunal and I dated for 4 years straight, yet my result was lighter than Smita's. And you two lived far away for 11 years, but your result is so dark!)

"Woh, kahte hai na, Samita Di, dooriyan se nazdigiya bad jati hai." Arnav said. (It's what they say - Samita Di. Closeness increases due to farness.)

I high - fived Chhote, but a part of me frowned for his cheesy dialogue.

"Acha - waise aaj kuch rasm hai?" I asked. (By the way, is there any  function today?)

"Nahi, Smita. Sidhe 19th ko last function hai - Sangeet." Mom said. (No, Smita. 19th is the last function straight away - Sangeet.)

"Kavitha aunty, woh to 3rd last hai." Dhruv said. (Kavitha aunty, Sangeet's the third last.) 

"Beta, kitni baar kah chuki Ma kaho. Aur 3rd last kaise?" Mom said. (Son, how many times more do I remind to call me Mom. And how is Sangeet the third last?)

"Sorry, Ma. Bhul gaya tha. Aur third last kyuki Phere aur suhag - " I stepped on him with my heel. (Sorry, Mom. I'd forgotten. And it's third last only - the seven nuptial rrounds and first ni - ) 

"Ow." He shrieked.

I saw everyone smirking.

"Ma, Papa, hum abhi aate hai." I said, dragging my husband upstairs. (Mom, Dad, we'll be right back.)

"Take your time." Everyone smirked.

I went upstairs and shut the door.

A/N - Beware. Second - but little as always - fight coming up.

"What is it, Smita?" He asked as he noticed me glaring at him.

Wish I had an amulet or something like Sofia so I could turn into a cat and scratch his face up.

"Are you crazy? Why are you so obsessed over our first night?" I said.

"Wha - why can't I?" He asked.

"You can - but is it necessary to mention it before the wedding?" I asked.

"That is right in a way - but what difference does it make?" He said.

"Mention it all the time in front of anyone after the wedding - but right now, it doesn't seem right." I said, and stormed out of the room.

I walked downstairs and slumped on the couch.

Arnav chuckled a little.

"Chhote, it's not funny." I said.

"Thikhe. Par jo bhi ho, Jiju tumhe abhi aakar mana hi lenge. Tarike aate hai unko tumhe shant karne ke." He said. (Okay. But whatever, he will make you cool right now only. He knows many ways to calm you down.)

"Acha. Aur tujhe Pallavi ko bhi bahut manana aata hai na, Chhote?" I said. (And you know many ways of calming Pallavi down too, right, Chhote?)

Pallavi is his girlfriend. Remember the one who called that day? Yup. That one.

Arnav at once thought it was a good idea to keep his mouth shit.

I saw Dhruv coming down the stairs, and turned my head away.