Abhiraj's POV

I looked at dadi shocked. That's not what I meant. I sat in front of her on my knees and held her hands.

"Aap bura kyu maan rhe ho. Mera wo matlab nhi tha. Mai bas ye keh rha hu ki mai kisi aisi ladki se shaadi nhi krna chahta jisse maine aajtak dekha bhi nhi hai."

(Why are you getting offended. I didn't mean that. I was just saying that I don't want to marry a girl I have never seen in my life.)

"Toh dekh le na. Mana kisne kia hai. Jab tu kahega tab gaao chal lenge. Tum dono mil bhi lena."

(Then see her. Who denied. Whenever you'll say we will visit. You can meet her.)

I sigh knowing very well that if I deny she is going to pull up another blackmailing card.

"Thik hai. Lekin agar mujhe wo pasand nhi aayi toh?"

(Ok. But what if I don't like her?)

"Aisa nhi hoga. Mujhe pura yakeen hai ki wo bhut pasand aayegi tujhe."

(It won't happen. I am sure you'll like her.)

She said caressing my hair with a smile. We talked for some more time and then I went to my room.

I opened my book to study but couldn't focus. I can't believe that I was engaged all this while and no one bothered to tell me.

I mean what if I loved someone or had a girlfriend?

I shake my head. Ok now I have to prepare for the meet with my so called fiancee.

I am going to be so rude to her that she herself will deny to get married to me. Haa! Perfect plan.

Kitna innocent hai bechara. Isse pata nhi ki author iska koi bhi plan successful nhi hone degi.��

I go to my parents' room to ask them if they knew about my so called engagement.

"Aap logo ko pata tha that I have a fiancee?"

I asked not beating around the bush and the two looked at each other and then at me. Mumma sighed and nodded.

"Haan pata tha. Lekin hume ye bhi pata tha ki hum tumhe kabhi iss cheez ke liye force nhi arenge. Lekin mummyji ko toh tum jaante ho. Saalo pehle papaji ne wada kia tha apne dost ko. Aur wo chahti hai uss wade ko pura krna. Abhi beta hum tujhe force nhi krenge lekin ek baar usse milne me koi harz nhi hai."

(Yes we did. But we knew we would never force you. But you know about mummyji. Papaji promised years back. And she wants to fulfil the promise. We won't force you but there's no harm in meeting.)

She said explaining me and I looked at her for a moment and then went to my room.

Don't worry mumma. I will meet her and she herself will deny to this marriage.

I smirk at my plan.

Dadi was so excited to visit her village after so long that within a week I was asked to take leave and we were all set to go there.

Anahita's POV

There is a permanent blush on my face since the moment amma has announced the news of dadu's childhood friend's family visiting us.

Yes! My fiance is coming. I am finally going to meet him. 

There are so many questions in my mind. How does he look? Will he like me? Is he happy with this relationship?

I am so excited so meet him. 

I have been thinking of how I will talk to him and what I will talk about. 

Amma and maa also don't know much about him and I don't have the guts to ask papa because it becomes awkward.

They are coming today and since morning my heartbeat and nervousness is rising.

I heard the doorbell ring and my palms started to sweat.

I was looking at the door with anticipation but was disappointed when I saw the milkman.

I think I should calm down. I am behaving like a desparate woman. But papa said that they would be here any time.

Where are they then?

Just then the doorbell rang again and I ran to the living room. I saw maa papa and amma greet someone with cheerful voices and I knew that they were here.

I saw an old lady of around my amma's age. She must be dadiji.

Then I saw a couple. They must be my mother and father-in-law.

And then...I saw him. He was wearing sunglasses and a bag was in his hands.

He was wearing casuals and looked so ho-I mean handsome.

I lowered my eyes when he took off the sunglasses and greeted my family with a smile.

He was looking around the house with curious eyes when his eyes fell on me.

He tilted his head and looked at me from top to bottom. And then he smirked. I looked away as heat creeped up my cheeks.

"Anahita! Idhar aao."

(Come here.)

Papa called me and I went near him. I greeted dadiji and his parents.

And then I mumble a small hello to him. I heard back a smooth 'Hi'. His voice was so thick. 

Papa and maa settled them in their rooms.

Amma and dadiji said that they would take one room. The two were meeting after so long and were chirping like little girls. So cute!

They go to their rooms to freshen up and I help maa in the kitchen to serve breakfast.

After about half an hour, aunty comes into the kitchen.

"Mai bhi kuch krwa du?"

(Shall I help?)

She asked sweetly.

"Aap aaram se baithiye. Mai krwa dungi."

(You can relax. I will help.)

She caressed my head and said.

"Koi baat nhi. Baithe baithe bore ho jaaungi mai."

(No issues. I'll get bores.)

She started helping me and maa.

We served the breakfast and everyone settled on the dinning table.

I started serving everyone like always.

"Arre beta aap baith jaao. Hum sab khud kr lenge."

(Please sit. We'll serve ourselves.)

Uncle said and I smiled.

"Its ok uncle. Mai roz hi krti hu."

(I do it daily.)

After serving everyone I sat beside maa. We have our food and try my best not to ogle at my fiance.

After breakfast, we sat in the living room. I could feel his gaze on me. I looked at him to find him looking at me intensely. 

I looked away and started talking to aunty.

"Bhaisahab! Hum itne saal baad gaao aaye hai. Abhiraj ko toh yaad bhi nhi hoga kuch. Kyu na aap hume apna gaao ghuma do. Kaafi kuch badal gaya hai yaha."

(We came after so many years. Abhiraj must not even remember. Why don't you show us the village. So much has changed here.)

Uncle said to papa and papa nodded with a wide smile.

"Bilkul. Kal meri badi bitiya aa rhi hai. Chalte hai aapko pura gaao ghumane."

(Tomorrow my elder daughter is coming. We will show you the whole village.)

I look at papa with a wide smile. Yay! Di is coming. That means my cupcake is also coming.

His 3 year old son, Raman. Gosh! He is the cutest kid. I sometimes feel like gobbling him up so I call him cupcake.

This week is going to be fun.
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