Chapter- 39
Smriti's POV-
As I reached downstairs, I saw what I would have never imagined even in my farthest dreams.
Sanjay sir was getting told off by his wife, i.e. Sunaina's mom, Mansi's mom and my mom together for the risks he put us all into. It was a funny banter but later, when Sanjay sir will be in a bad mood, it may turn out to be deadly for us. Mansi was not present here and Sunaina was out of sight too.
" My mumma has gone nuts." I whispered to Christian.
" What?" He asked, a little amused by the scene going on in front of him.
" That man getting told off there is my boss." I said and went towards them.
I gave an apologetic look to sir.
" Mumma, back off." I whispered in her ears.
Meanwhile, Sunaina and Chaitra had got out of the kitchen. Sunaina saw what was going on and was enjoying it all. It must be a regular sight for her. I chuckled loudly at my thoughts.
" Ms. Sharma, what are you finding so funny?" Sir asked seriously.
" Chill dad. Its not a common sight for her." Sunaina said, making fun.
Finally the banter was broken and the housekeeper had served lunch.
" How are you ladies planning to eat?" Carrick asked.
" Dear, our husbands will feed us." Grace said.
" Then Mia?" Carrick questioned.
" Christian." Grace replied.
" Then Smriti?" Carrick spoke up again.
" I'll help Smriti." Rajat volunteered.
" Fine." Carrick said.
Rajat did make me eat but I could constantly feel Christian's gaze on me.
Throughout, it felt like Christian was burning holes into Rajat's back. I saw this and thought of teasing Christian a little bit.
" Rajat, do it properly na." I whined.
" I am doing it just perfect." He said.
I showed him my tongue.
" I'm done. Now help me get up." I said.
" Smriti, I am sure that you are perfectly capable of getting up without my help." He said.
" But I don't want to. I'm tired." I complained.
" Fine." He sighed, still trying to decipher why I was suddenly acting strange.
He was just about to lift me up when I heard Christian's voice.
" Come, I'll take you." He said in a deep baritone, as if challenging me to deny his almost order.
" No, plus there is a rule that the groom cannot see the bride after her haldi ceremony. Mumma, how could you forget this?" I spoke dramatically.
" You are right Smriti! How could I forget this!!" Mumma exclaimed.
I smirked.
" Rajat beta you take Smriti to her room, and Smriti NO TANTRUMS. Also, now till tomorrow afternoon you are not to leave the room and show your face to anyone. This is a ritual too." Mumma ordered.
" Great Smriti, you have dug your own grave, now go and lie in there." I muttered to myself.
It was Christian's chance to smirk.
" Ms Sharma, I thought I had taught you better than this. You remember Rule number 23? It states that don't do anything such that may backfire." Sanjay sir said jokingly.
Everyone enjoyed a great laugh other than us Officers. SANJAY SIR CRACKED A JOKE!
We all looked at him wide eyed.
" Don't give me that look, we are not at the headquarters that we have to be all serious." Sir said.
" The sun did rise from the west today." Chaitra announced.
" I agree." All the officers said.
" Now off to your room Smriti and dare you put water on your mehendi." Mumma threatened.
" Mumma you are not serious about that not coming out of my room till tomorrow afternoon joke right?" I asked, casually.
" No Darling, your mom did not crack a joke. This is really a rule." Papa said.
" You mean to say that I cannot come out of the room for 24 hours?" I asked, shocked.
" Yes." Grandma replied.
" I hope you all know that I hate you." I announced and started going up.
" Smriti, don't you need my help now?" Rajat asked, raising his one eyebrow.
" No. Thanks." I snapped and went away.
When I had entered the room, it was around 3 and now it is 6 in the afternoon, three bloody hours! The cherry on the top is that I have henna all over my hands and legs. Perfect! Just the life I want.
NOTE THE SARCASM.
Though I had my phone with me, I could not use it.
I went to the balcony and stood there. What I saw next did agitate me.
All of my family including Sanskaar and Manyatha are sitting in my lawn and sipping tea/coffee and chatting casually while here I am, locked up in the room.
" Yeah, enjoy." I shouted from up here and slammed the balcony door shut.
" Now this is it! I am taking my henna off. I cannot tolerate it now." I muttered to myself.
" No you are not and that was no way to shout from up here." Mumma said, entering the room.
" Really mumma, you have literally locked me up here." I whined.
" Smriti, you do realize that this is a ritual, then why are you over reacting so much? Now that you are getting married and you will leave for New York, I will not be there is keep you in check, so start behaving now." She said sternly but I could here that she was on the verge of crying. I immediately hugged her.
" Mumma! You are saying as if I am going forever. You know na that I will come to come to Delhi every month of work right?" I asked, avoiding to show my tears to her which had already rolled down my cheek.
" You are my daughter Smriti, I can feel what you are feeling even before you realize it yourself so stop pretending that you are not crying." Mumma said, without loosening her grip on me.
I lost it and broke down.
" My doll, don't cry. I am always going to be there with you even if I am actually not there. You see, I will be here, always." She said and kept a hand on my head.
" I will always be in your head and scream at you for not doing your work properly, not eating properly and not being healthy." She joked and it worked.
We started laughing.
" Now, I am going to prepare dinner while you rest for sometime." She said, kissing my forehead. I nodded.
It was not more than 2 minutes as mumma went and Sanskaar and Manyatha were in my room.
" Why have you been crying, crybaby?" Sanskar teased.
" Shut up idiot." I shot back.
" Smriti, you need a hug." Manyatha said, hugging me. We chuckled.
" Now listen Mrs. Grey, you will take care and call me daily. Also, I want you alive and in 1 piece when you come to Delhi." Sanskaar said.
I nodded.
" BTW, when will you come?" He asked.
" Every month." I informed him.
" Then why are you getting senti?" He questioned.
Manyatha hit his arm.
" Oh yes, she is PMSing." Sanakaar teased.
This earned him a smack on his head from both, Manyatha and me.
The three of us were joined by a very hyper Mia.
I did not know when time flew by and it was 9 already. Sanskaar and Manyatha took leave and Mia went downstairs for dinner.
I was damn hungry and saw Mumma and papa entering my room with a plate of food. All of them my favourite.
" Today we will feed our doll, just like the earlier times." Papa said. I nodded excitedly.
Not a word was exchanged between the three of us, yet it was way too comfortable. Finally I spoke up.
" I will be coming to Delhi every month for 5 days." I said.
" We know." Papa said, a huge smile playing on her lips.
" Now you can take the henna off." Mumma informed.
" Thank god!" I exclaimed and ran to the restroom.
" No water Smriti!" I heard mumma shout.
" Okay..." I replied back.
It was taking me forever to get rid of it without water.
" Smriti, open the door." Mia said as I was in the process of getting rid of the dried henna.
" I'm almost done Mia." I replied back.
" Smriti, open up. The bitch is here." Mia shouted.
" Mia! Language." I tried being funny.
" Now is really not the time Smriti, we need to teach that piece of shit a lesson and now that you are with me, it is going to be a hell lot easier.
" But who is it Miaa?" I questioned, now getting irritated with all the dried stuff on my hand and legs.
" That s*ut Sofia." I was informed.
" Now who the hell is Sofia?" I shot back.
" My dearest brother's ex-girlfriend. More of his f*ckmate maybe." Mia sighed.
Now this caught my interest.
" Here goes my wish of having a peaceful wedding down the drain. I have, in Mia's language, a b*tch to deal with!
Just Awesome!
Smriti's Attire in Henna ( Mehendi) Ceremony-
A/N- All these imaged belong to their rightful owners. I'm just using them for display purpose.
Hii Guys! This is the next chapter. Thank you so much for all your previous comments and being patient with me. There are Smriti and Christian scenes in this chapter but the next chapter is going to be all about them. I had to write it this way. It was necessary to get all the Indian drama effect right. I am sorry. Remember, I love you all. Until next time. Bye.
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