Part 1 - This Could Not Be Happening!
"NO way Dad! I am not going anywhere!!", Armaan shouted, as his voice echoed in the huge mansion.
"YES, YOU ARE! And that is final!", Billy shouted, in an equally loud voice.
"But why Dad? Please, I don't want to go anywhere or marry some stupid girl whom I don't even know yet!", said an angry and frustrated Armaan.
"Oh yes you WILL Armaan Mallik. I have had enough of you spending MY money on casino, parties, girls and what not! There is a LIMIT Armaan. I did not earn all this money for you to roam around like some sort of hooligan and spend it on useless things."
"Fine Dad. I won't spend any more money from now on."
"Didn't you say this last time too?", Billy smirked.
" But I really mean it this time, please Dad", Armaan spoke in a lower tone to smoothen Billy's mood.
"ARMAAN! Did you not hear what I said? We are going and THIS is FINAL", Billy yelled annoyed of Armaan.
"Mum, please, I don't want to go anywhere..Or marry anyone!", Armaan looked over at Ananya, his mum, helplessely.
"I can't say anything Armaan, Me and Billy both know what you get up to here in London. We are both doing this for your own good", Ananya said in a low voice.
"What the f**k? How is this for my OWN good?! You guys are ruining MY life!"
"ARMAAN!LANGUAGE! This IS for your own good. Hume ek sanskari and well-educated ladki chahiye tumhare liye. Trust us, this is for your own good." Ananya looked at him, teary eyed as he was not listening to them.
"Oh PLEASE MOM, DON'T start with all this rona dhona! It does NOT affect me in any way..", Armaan said. It hadn't affected him at all.
"ARMAAN! Ese baat karte hai tumhare baro se? Is this what we have taught you?", Billy cut him in the middle of his sentence and looked at him angrily.
"Whatever Dad. All I know is that I am NOT going to marry anyone!"
"JUST SHUT UP ARMAAN! Our decision is not going to change. We are going to leave tomorrow to India and our flight departs at 10AM. So you better be ready. And now I don't want any "If's or But's". I have told you my decision..and I want you to obey my orders!"
"FINE! BUT I AM NOT GOING TO BLOODY LIVE IN THAT SLUM! I WANT TO COME BACK TO LONDON AFTER THE SHIT IS OVER AND DONE WITH!", Armaan screamed.
"It's not 'shit' Armaan. It's marriage. Okay. Fine. We will bring you back here. However, if you fail to obey any of my instructions or orders then you'll have to pay the price. I won't be giving you any money or allow you to come back to London. Is that acceptable?"
Armaan sighed. He knew his parents were not going to listen this time. He shot an angry glance at both of them, said a "Whatever", picked up his car keys and left the house.
***
As Armaan drove his car towards nowhere, he thought to himself. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING? Did Dad really want me to go to India and marry some random girl? My life is at its peak. It was JUST getting better. Casino, parties, girls and more girls! No one would have such a life like me. But just this one MARRIAGE is going to spoil my whole life. What am I going to do? Dad can't be serious..I am only 25. I can't get married! Atleast not yet! And certainly not to someone from India! OMG! I wonder how horrible the girl I am going to marry will look? She would definitely not be as hot and sexy as the ones I meet every day. Arghhhhhh. No No No! I have to think of something soon.
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11AM - On the plane
Oh My God. I can't believe I am sitting on this plane and actually going there. No one has ever been able to force THE Armaan Mallik to do anything. No one at all. Each and every time, he got into trouble with his Dad, his mum would cover up for him. But now even mum is again me. What am I going to do? Marry someone who I don't even know?
The same thoughts came to his mind again and again.
Armaan was jerked out of his thoughts when his mum called him.
Ananya: Armaan, the food is here. Eat up.
Armaan: I am not hungry. - He said, coldly.
Ananya: Please Armaan. Don't make a issue out here..Just eat the food up!
Armaan: I told you! I am NOT hungry! - He said, pushing the plate away from himself. The airhostess looked at him surprised and then over to Ananya who just gave a nod. The airhostess took the plate and left.
Ananya: Seriously Armaan..I told you. This is all for your own good. Don't you want to know why we planned this all of a sudden? We have many reasons and they are valid!
Armaan: What reasons? - Armaan looked at her questioningly.
Ananya: Two days back, me and you dad both saw you at the club dancing with those white girls. Do you realise how close you were..and what you were doing? I'm embarrassed to even say it.
Armaan: Ohh please Mom. All these things are normal in London. Don't make a big fuss over it.
Ananya: Well it's not normal in our culture! It's disgusting! And from now on, you need to act responsible. You will soon be married and if God wishes, even be blessed with kids..
Armaan: Oh My God! No way Mom! I am only getting married because you guys are forcing me. I have no interest at all in this marriage or the girl that I will marry. Keep that in your head.
Ananya look over at Billy who was seated a little further away from them. She was glad he had not heard anything Armaan had said. She sighed and set again to 'Mission persuade Armaan Mallik'.
During the whole flight, Armaan and Ananya talked and agued over the whole issue. To Ananya's disappointment, Armaan had stuck to his words. He hadn't even reflected over what Ananya was trying to say. She wondered how everything was going to turn out. With a lot of hope, she wished that God would bless her with a daughter-in-law who would change Armaan..hopefully for good.
***
Seriously. This is just getting worse. I am only 10 minutes away from reaching our Hotel and my heart is beating fast. What the hell is happening? What is this feeling? Is it because I'm new to this or what? I can't help but think what will happen tomorrow? Who will I meet..and how will that girl look? Mmmm..I doubt she'll look hot. Ah, well, I guess it'll be quite boring if she turns out to be one other nerdy types? She needs to suit ME. After all she's going to be married to Armaan Mallik. Wait. What the hell am I thinking? Why do I even care about how she looks or if she suits me? This whole marriage thing is just for the sake my so-called parents. I do not believe in this marriage and neither will I ever. I need to stop thinking about all this..maybe I just need some sleep.
Armaan, Ananya and Billy reached the Hotel and entered their respective rooms. Ofcourse, the hotel was one of the best in Mumbai and everyone was well aware of the 'Mallik's' coming to Mumbai.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day for all three of them ' especially Armaan. Without much thoughts or talks, all three of them went straight to bed as they had had a very long journey indeed.
***
11AM - In the car
"Urmmm Dad, may ask whose house we are going to?"
"The Gupta's, Armaan. I'm sure I've talked to you about them before?"
"Ohhh them..Yeah I have heard about Mr Shashanks obsession of money", he smirked.
"Armaan don't be stupid. You never know, he might end up becoming your Sasurjee", Billy chuckled.
Armaan just shot him an angry glance, remembering the fact that they were actually going to their house for the marriage proposal.
"You will be meeting his daughter, Anjali."
Armaan smirked at the name and looked out of the window.
So it's Anjali Gupta,eh? I wonder how much time I'll be wasting on you. You are definitely gonna regret marrying me once we get back to London. Ahhh. But why is that weird feeling back again? Why is there this sense of excitement in me? Why is my heart beating even more faster than yesterday? It can't be because of this girl, can it? Armaan, you're going crazy dude. This can't be happening to you!! You need to stop taking all these things so seriously.
***
The Malliks' car stopped outside a huge house. Perhaps as big as the Mallik House in London. Ananya, Billy and Armaan waited patiently for the door to be opened and them to be welcomed in. Within a second, the door was opened by a servant.
"Ohh hello, Sir was just waiting for you. Andar ayeye."
The Mallik's followed the servant into the house in a big room: the hall.
"Arey, ayeeye ayeeye Mr and Mrs Mallik. So finally you guys made it. And hello", said Shashank, smiling.
"Haan, finally we are here, Namaste", Billy greeted.
"Namaste Mr Gupta", Ananya said.
"Jee jee Namaste, and this must be Armaan?", Shashank spoke, pointing towards Armaan.
"Yes, that's Armaan", Billy said.
Armaan faked a smile and pretended to look around the house.
S: Have a seat. (They all sit down). How was your journey from London to Mumbai?
B: Ohh it was great.. - Smiles
S: Ohhh, here come my daughters. ' Shashank pointed towards the stairs.
Armaan's eyes shot up straight to see who they were. He followed his hand which pointed towards the stairs and was shocked as he saw two contradicting appearances. One girl was all dressed up tight skinny jeans and a top while the other was dressed up in an Indian outfit.
What the..? Which one is Anjali from here? It has definitely got to be the one in the Indian outfit. As much as I have heard, in these sorts of meetings, the girl wears Indian outfits. So it is probably her. Hmmm..She's not that bad looking I guess. But what's up with her dressing sense? It's so disgusting. But check out the girl with tight jeans on..She looks hot. Unfortunately, she can't be Anjali? Or could she? Urghh! Too much confusion!Can't they just be introduced now?
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*edit*
Oops, guys, I completely forgot to tell you all that this FF is not gonna be too long. It's a mini FF. Perhaps, 20 parts or so..unless I feel that it need to be longer. So yes, the story may move fast at some points. :) x
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