"HP what is wrong with you? I told you to use red roses and here you are? "
Why can't he for once do things properly? Today was such an important day. Everything needs to be perfect and here they are. And if di comes by, she will scold me only.
'Arnav' Here she comes.
'Arnav what's wrong with you? Why are you shouting at poor HP? Let him do his work.'
She loves that hp more than her own brother.
One thing I didn't get is why the hell everyone supports hp instead of me.
'That's because he is right and you are wrong Chote.' Di answered glaring at me.
'What the! Di, how can you hear what I'm thinking?' I asked baffled.
'Because as usual, you were thinking loudly. Now don't disturb me and tell Khusiji to get ready fast. It's time to start.' Di replied and moved away instructing hp to do his work without listening to me.
From the corner of my eyes, I can see HP grinning ear to ear and giving me that winning smile. Wait and watch I thought before moving toward my room not wanting to get the next round of scolding in front of hp.
You must be wondering who I am and what's with the preparation, right?
Ok first let me introduce you to my di. Anjali Jha- my di is happily married to her husband Shyam Manohar Jha who is a fashion designer by profession.
Ok now coming to my introduction. Frankly speaking, I'm not someone who likes praising himself. So in short, it's me Arnav Singh Raizada aka ASR. The most successful businessman in India, the most eligible bachelor... oops! sorry I forgot I'm already married. The devil boss, most dashing, versatile, and most handsomest I know that no such a word exists but what to do, I don't think any word has been discovered to date to justify my good looks.
Like I already told you. I don't like praising myself. So that was my short introduction.
And now talking about the function it's mine and Khushi's pre-wedding function.
Ok no need to trouble your brain thinking about who my Khushi is. She is my better half, my wife, and my life.
Now don't give me that look. I know the wife and pre-wedding rituals don't go well. Don't worry I'll come there also. First, let me talk about my Khushi.
Khushi like her name has brought immense happiness to my life. Our marriage was in every sense arranged marriage. The type where the groom sees his bride's face only on the marriage day. I know it's hard to believe but my case was the same. I saw her face only on our marriage day.
So the story as always starts with Di.
