Part - 12

Day before evening...

"Randhir look at this one..."Renu showed almost hundredth traditional Sherwani to her son who gave her bored look once again from a corner of the shop.

"Mom..I don't know..pick anything and lets get back to home I am tired of roaming one shop to another.."he said.

She put the sherwani aside and went near him.

"Randhir..Its your big day..it should be you not me or your dad to buy every groom's essentials..think about Sanyukta..She would be shopping herself.Kitni excited hogi and you.."She sighed exasperatedly.

On the mention of her name,he raised his head and gave her mother an understanding look.

"I am not good at all this..I'll try.. please help me.."he said to his mother and rummaged through the different sherwanis.

After trying few he felt defeated.Certainly it wasn't an easy task.

"Mom I must better wear one of my suits..trust me that would be best.."he said helplessly.

"Try on Son.."she squeezed his shoulder.He again started scanning various dresses when his eyes landed on a blackish green colored sherwani with golden work.

He thought for a moment and then took out his phone from his jeans pocket.

"Should I ask her?"he hesitated to press on her number.

"There is no harm asking her."he answered his own question and finally dialled her number.

In a few rings she picked up the call.

"Hello.."came her low whisper.

He smiled thinking how any she would be.

"Check your whatsapp.."he said.

"What..?"check your whatsapp I send you something..tell me how is it?"he said .

"Okay.."she said.

He waited for her response in anxiety.

"Its.. perfect.."he heard her praise filled words.

"Is it..do you like it?"he asked for confirmation.

"There is nothing I don't like in this beautiful piece of work..and.."she paused.

"And..."he repeated .

"It will suit with my lehenga.."she said in a whisper.

"Really..you already bought your dress..?"he asked surprised that she didn't tell him or his mother.

"Yes..kal hi liya.."she told him.

"Show me ..if you don't mind.."he grinned awkwardly.

"Yeah..just a second.."she said.

In seconds his phone vibrated.He opened his chat and found the pictures she sent .

His smiled broadened when he saw a very beautiful magenta lehenga.

"Its perfect.."he repeated her words.

"Thanks.."came her shy reply.

"Randhir are you done..agar tumhe yahan kuch samajh nahi aa raha..we'll go to other shop..."Renu approached him.

He immediately put the phone back in his jeans before she notice and walked to her.

"No need Mom.."he pointed at the sherwani he selected.

Renu's mouth fell open.

"Randhir..how could I not notice such a beautiful sherwani..well done Son.."she gave him a thumbs up.

"Mom lets go back to home..I need to send some important mails.. really important.."he added because he knew his parents wouldn't like him working during his engagement preparation.

"Okay..."she nodded.

They collected their bags and paid the bill.

"Randhir pack your bag..we are leaving in early morning because Pandit ji has given muhurat at 3 in the afternoon.."Renu told him while they were returning home.

"Hmmm..."he hummed focusing on the road.

"Are you happy.. Randhir tell me honestly because I don't want either you or Sanyukta broken heart in the end..."Renu asked in a serious tone.

He pulled a sudden brake as they reached at their home and stared his mother with wide eyes.

"Mom..if I wasn't...hum yaha shadi ki preparations nahi kar rahe hote.."he answered plainly.

"I hope for the same my child.."she stated with same expectations.

Next Day...

Agrawal House was full of chaos.Everybody was running here in there in the preparations although only the closest family members and relatives were present,the scenario inside the house didn't look less than the marriage itself.They all were happy for their daughter.

"Sanyukta ready ho rahi hai.."Kishore asked Anju glancing his wrist watch.

"Sanyu or Sanaya parlour gayi hai..yahan disturb hota to... isliye maine hi bhej diya.."Anju answered.

"Theek hai..but ek bar remind kara dena dono ko ki jayda der na lagaye.. Shekhawat family air port pahunch gayi hai..Ankit or Kishan(Kishore's younger brother) gaye hai unhe receive karne..."Kishore told her excitedly.

"Lekin unke pass to unki car rehti hai..?"Anju was confused.

"Haa lekin wo humare hone wale samadhi hai..unka satkar karna humara farz hai...,Kishore said.

"Ye apne bilkul sahi kia..mai ja kar ek bar fir nashte ki taiyariyan dekh leti hu.."staying this she ran to the kitchen .

An hour later the Shekhawat family arrived at their home.

"Aiye aiye...bahut intezar karaya apne.."Kishore hugged Harsh so Anju hugged Renu.

"Delhi and it's traffic.."Harsh stated.Everybody laughed .

Anju came forward and did arti and teeka of Randhir,Harsh and Renu.

"Take some rest then you can change.."said Kishore.

The snacks were served and all chatted .

"Bhaiya..kitna acha hota ki kal ka muhurat nikla hota..humari Sanyu ka birthday or engagement ek hi din padta.."one of Kishore's sister spoke.

The Shekhawat's eyes turned to the Agrawals in shock particularly Randhir's.

"Tomorrow is Sanyukta's birthday..?"Harsh asked in disbelief.

"We don't bring gift for her."Renu said with fallen face."You should have told us..at least."

"We are sorry..humara aisa irada nahi tha..bas dimag mein ye baat ayi nahi.."Kishore said in embarrassment.

"Its okay..Mom Dad..it happens everything happens so quickly that it's normal to forget even important things..."Randhir said in between to ease the tensed situation.

Anju and Kishore gave them a tight smile.

"Aap log change kar lijiye..muhurat mein thoda hi time hai.."said Anju,"Mai Sanyu ko ek bar dekh kar aati hu.."she left hurriedly.

Kishore and his family showed them their rooms .Randhir eyes roamed in the whole corner to have a glimpse of the particular person his eyes were longing to see but to his dismay she was inside one of the locked rooms.

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How is it?

I think he is acting like teenagers.

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