Munching the samosa, she garbled. "I stink like spoilt dal and I am tired, I want to take a nice hot shower and sleep forever," scrunching her nose, she added. "Maa, seriously? Did you buy these? You make better samosa than these, did you also want them,"—she pointed her half-eaten samosa to those aunties— "To run away, huh?" she giggled at the stunned reaction of her Mami.
"Your mom bought those because she's a good host," another Aunty, who looked much older—probably the guy's grandmother—chimed in.
"Yeah, Indira Ji loves having guests around," Nishita mocked, waving her hand casually. "Anyway, I guess I'm responsible for your wasted trip here."
"Why?" The younger Aunty challenged her.
Nishita pointed dramatically toward the exit. "Because you're leaving this house with nothing but disappointment."
"What makes you say that?" The younger Aunty wouldn't just shut up.
Unbelievable!
She snickered at the aunty's surprise. "Didn't catch it, Aunty? I said 'no' to the whole marriage thing!"
"Convince me with one valid reason."
"I've got plenty."
"I've got all day to hear your explanation."
Indira jumped in, "Nishita Pandit!"
Uh-oh! Getting called by her full name meant business. Her behavior clearly disappointed her mother, but Nishita couldn't help it. She was already fed up with arguing with her Mami about having a little fun before diving into matrimony. And out of nowhere, the two random Aunties sitting in front of her were questioning her as if it was a show of Kaun Banega Crorepati!
Also, she had dreams, darn it—she wanted to become a CA. But did anyone care? Nope.
Speaking of which, where the heck is Papa? She thought.
Eating the last bite of her samosa, she sighed. "I... Whatever!"
The older Aunty chuckled and looked at the younger Aunty. "She reminds me of you when you were young, Yashoda."
I don't think I am anything like Yashoda... Oh, wait her name is Yashoda, cute.
Focus, you fool!
Haan, there's no time for us to chat about your golden era, Aunty!
The conversation seemed to drag on endlessly, exhausting her. After such a long journey, all she craved was a peaceful rest. Yet, she found herself still embroiled in arguments with her guests and mother, exasperated by their insistence that they knew her better than she knew herself.
"Well, you can enjoy your snacks and leave at leisure. I am going to my roo--"
Her mother moved to intervene, sensing the conversation escalating, but Yashoda Aunty halted her with a commanding gesture, indicating her to hold back. Despite her relatively youthful appearance compared to her mother, Yashoda exuded an authoritative aura that made her quite formidable.
"Indira Ji, hold on," she interjected, then directed her attention to Nishita, "Beta, I asked you to convince me."
Irritated by the whole charade, she snapped. "And why should I care to explain myself to you?"
"Nishi!"
Yashoda Aunty stood up from the sofa, standing tall and stern. "Indira Ji, let her have her say."
Indira Ji clenched her fists, her teeth gritted in frustration.
"So, Nishita, you think I don't deserve an explanation? Something to calm my nerves?"
"What if I refuse?" Nishita's tone signaled that this wasn't just a chat anymore; it had turned into a challenge. She was no longer tired but determined to win. Yashoda Aunty might intimidate her mother, but it wouldn't sway her resolve.
Yet, amidst the standoff, a sense of intrigue began to stir within Nishita. She was curious about this woman who was so insistent on talking, so confident she could prove her wrong.
It caught her interest.
"A girl who won all her college elections, travels mostly solo, quite a feminist to stand up for herself... Nishita, I expected a better retort from you."
She's quite the manipulator. This could be an interesting challenge!
"I'm not here to fight you, Aunty. So, I don't see why we should talk."
"But you are talking right now, and it's been more than..." Yashoda Aunty glanced at her wristwatch, "Fifteen minutes. We could have had a more fun chat instead of just going back and forth. Don't you think?"
The corner of Nishita's lips twitched. She admired Yashoda Aunty's ability to deflect insults without taking offense and come back with witty responses.
"I agree, but on one condition," she said.
"What's that?"
"I want your phone number."
Yashoda Aunty chuckled in amusement. "That's a small price to pay," she gestured towards the garden, "Shall we step outside? It's a bit crowded in here. We can take a leisure stroll in the garden while you give me your million reasons for saying no."
"Okay," she shrugged.
Yashoda Aunty swept her into the garden like she was the guest of honor at her own place. Talk about not being daunted or docile!
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A/N
"Chalein Jaise Hawaien" used to be my favorite song when I was in school, probably in 5th/ 6th grade. It is quite motivating tbh, especially for the adolescence-rebellion phase it suited me well XD
Also, it just suits our Moohfat (the one who's extremely direct, much verbal) Nishita.
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