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Arnav Singh Raizada sat before the holy pyre waiting for his bride to come; he looked at the fuming fire thinking of how he landed in this situation.

Arnav 'Di I don't want to, why don't you understand?'

Anjali cupping his face 'Chotte you are 30 now, you can't live alone all life. You need someone beside you to share your life, your happiness, your sorrow with someone who will understand you, love you, and care for you'

Arnav 'this was the same thing you said five years ago and what did it happen?'

Anjali sighed 'I did wrong in choosing her for you Chotte, but this time it will not happen, past will not repeat. Please agree for this Chotte, the girl we chose this time is very nice girl, traditional and is very beautiful.'

Arnav 'Di please....'

Anjali 'Chotte agree for me, I can't see you all your life alone. I can't see the promise I made to mama go waste, she will not be happy to see her Chotte alone...please for mama, for me'

And so Arnav Singh Raizada, the ruthless businessman agreed to his sister's emotional blackmailing once again.

Arnav 'okay Di but there will be straight wedding and no pre rituals like last time'

Anjali 'okay okay we will do as you say'

Anjali as said had not conducted any pre ritual, wedding taking place in the big Shiv and Parvati ji temple in village where the bride is from.

Pandit 'Kanya ko bulayiye' (bring the bride)

Garima Gupta came with her daughter Khushi Gupta beauty with innocent always puts everyone in awe of her; she made Khushi sit beside Arnav carefully. Arnav looked at his bride coming to him, she is more than beautiful there is no denial in it but...sighing...he looked at her as she sat beside him, her face looking all nervous and fear in her eyes time to time looking at her parents' Garima Gupta and Shashi Gupta for assurance.

Arnav had come down to this village Brindhapuri (imagined name) located near Delhi (again I don't know any villages near Delhi) Anjali Jha along with his Dadi Subathra Malik and Nani Devyani Raizada two days before. The girl is from the same village of his Dadi, and the proposal too brought by her for him. It was a shock for him at first when he came to know his bride is village girl. He had refused but his Dadi beat him not wanting any modern high society girl who will run away after marriage like last time, his Di and Nani agreeing to her which outnumbered him.

Two days before, the same evening was his engagement where he got another shock, the girl he is marrying is not more than age may be seventeen or eighteen. On further asking he got to know she is just seventeen.

Arnav 'Di what is with you all? She is not even an adult'

Anjali 'Chotte but she will be eighteen in few months'

Arnav 'to hell with few months...how can her parents marry her off to a person of thirteen year difference and top to all she is just seventeen, a teenager'

Dadi 'Arnav this is all common in this village, there are girls who gets marry to the person of age difference twenty and this is nothing...at least this girl is getting married in her age of seventeen where many get married at the age of fifteen itself'

Arnav looked at her shocked, Anjali 'Chotte the girls' parent's too are not keen to get their daughter marry at her young age but suddenly the girl's father got unwell and he wants to secure his daughter's future before he....' She stopped not uttering a word.

Arnav looked down at his bride waiting for him and his family to grace with their appearance. Her parents are apprehensive on his reaction on why suddenly he took his family away at the time of ring exchange. He looked at his bride all ducked in finery brought by his family, looking no less than a beautiful fairy. Gulping he nodded. The next he knew he is engaged to his seventeen year old bride Khushi Gupta. Straight after engagement they had gone to haldi function on the morning of the marriage day with adding of mehendi ceremony for bride held by her family in her house. No sangeet.

One by one all the rituals of marriage done by Arnav and Khushi as pandit explained them, soon the saath phere over followed by Arnav tying mangalsutra along with applying sindoor on her maang. Her father did her kanyadan.

Pandit 'Vivah sampan hua, now you are husband and wife of each other for seven life's' and blessed them for happy married life.

Arnav and Khushi took blessings of the pandit and then the elders. Arnav looked at his wife Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada now her slender swan like neck grazing with the black thread he tied and her maan glistening with the sindoor he adorned with of his name.

Bidaai was another story, Khushi cried hugging her parents not leaving them, Anjali has to force her to leave her parents and sit in the car beside Arnav. All through the car journey she sniffed making Arnav guilty.

Arnav gave her his kerchief 'Don't cry!!!'

Khushi looked up at him not taking the kerchief from his hand; he sighed and wiped her tears. His stone heart already melting at her innocent dove eyes, more tears spilled, Arnav 'tum itna ro rahi hot oh main tumhe ghar vapas chod dhetha hoon, tumhare maata pitaa ke paas' (if you are crying so much then let me drive you back home, to your parents)

Khushi shaking her head and in low tone 'nahiin, amma ne kaha hai mera ghar ab se vahan hai jahan aap rehthe ho, aur unhone kaha tha jahan pati rehthe hain vahi patni ka ghar ban jata hai ' (No, Amma had said me from now on my home is where you live, she said a wife's home is where her husband lives') Arnav looked at his little bride amusingly who is wiping her tears sniffing, this is the first time he is listening to her voice directed towards him otherwise she had only casted shy glance towards him some time. Arnav hmmed not asking any further questions more from her.

 I know many of you are old readers but be patient since I will update this one daily and before you know it you will read new parts of this story. Plus, this will give me time as I will work on the new part and hopefully finish this story by the time old and new readers catch up. So, please readers old and new sit back and enjoy.

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