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I know I haven't been active lately as college has started and it takes up most of my time but don't worry, it's a weekend now and I'll catch up with the unread PMs π
And here's a Short Story!! It's about Asmara getting married!! A lot of people liked the ending scene of my OS: How I Met Your Mother So I was inspired to write this one. It'll be in 5, 6 parts and I will post the others whenever I can πHope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it π
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"Mum, I already know that you'll like Ahsan right away." Asmara
cheerfully informed Khushi who sat oiling her 23 year old daughter's long hair.
"Well, he does sound like a nice boy from what you've told me. But
Arnav..." Khushi trailed away.
"Don't worry mum! I'll convince Dad. You know he can never say no to
me." She replied cheekily.
"He sure can't. But remember you tried to have this conversation with him
about 5, 6 years ago and how upset he got." Khushi said a little
worriedly.
"Oh that! Mum, I was a kid and to tell you the truth I wasn't even serious
back then. I just said I wanted to get married cos Dad said I couldn't."
She giggled.
"Really? Oh you are so like Arnav!" Khushi laughed lightly.
"Asmi and like Dad? That's the biggest insult to Dad I've ever heard
from you mum!" Ashar chuckled as he entered the room, easily catching the
hair brush Asmara chucked at him
and said mockingly, his eyes twinkling, "Watch where you throw this, kid!
Someone could get seriously hurt!"
Asmara huffed in annoyance making
Ashar laugh, before saying, "Bhaiya, one fine day I'll get married and
then you'll realize how much you miss me and how truly precious I am."
"Forget it! Its never gonna happen, kid." Ashar smiled brightly
flopping on the bed besides them. "I'll just thank my lucky stars that
I'll finally get a bit of peace in my life."
"Ashar, don't tease your little sister." Khushi intervened. "And
come here, I'll put some oil in your hair too. God knows you need it. All this
gel is not good!" Khushi tried to grab hold of him but he swiftly stood up
saying, "Ewww Mum. Not me! You know that's the only reason I can think
Devi Maiya sent Asmara here. So you
can take out all of this on her. Besides, this Chameli Oil stinks." He
said wrinkling his nose.
"No, it doesn't!" Asmara
retorted.
"Yes it does! I can call Akash Chacho if you want proof. He'll sneeze his
nose off!" He replied snickering. "And now you stink awfully
too." Ashar held his nose between his fingers and shook his head
playfully.
"I stink, huh? You make sure you bolt your door tonight before going to
sleep otherwise you'll wake up tomorrow morning stinking just like me." Asmara
replied sweetly.
"You wouldn't!" Ashar said, shocked.
"Oh yes, I would and you know it too." Asmara
said smoothly.
"Are you threatening the great ASR?" He raised his eye brows
playfully.
"Guess I am. But not the great ASR, the junior one. Though I'm surprised
myself that I've the audacity to do so." She said mockingly.
Ashar chuckled heartily before leaving the room saying he had some work to do.
Khushi smiled used to their usual banter while twisting Asmara's
hair in a bun and asking, "You haven't talked to him about you thinking of
getting married, have you?"
"No, but I will soon. Bhaiya already knows about Ahsan."
"But still be careful. I've a feeling he won't like the thought of you
getting married any more than Arnav." Khushi cautioned.
"Oh chill mum! Bhaiya's cool. He'll understand." Asmara
laughed but somehow Khushi wasn't so sure.
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"Bhaiya, please!" Asmara
begged her older brother Ashar later that evening who sat typing something
furiously on the laptop. He looked too serious, not his usual playful self.
"You know," Asmara
continued, "Dad will be difficult to convince as it is. The least you can
do is be on my side."
Ashar's face showed no emotions as he kept his eyes glued to the screen and
said in clipped tones, "Asmi, I'm busy right now."
"Bhaiya!" she whined. "Whatever it is, it can't be more
important than what I'm saying!"
She was right. It was nowhere as important but Ashar just couldn't grasp the
idea of her thinking of getting married. Hence he was trying to delay this
conversation with her but he knew she was her father's daughter and like Arnav
if she set her heart to something, she would do it.
"Besides you've met Ahsan and you said yourself he is a nice guy." Asmara
continued apparently not bothered by Ashar's lack of response.
"I didn't say it for you to start considering him as your husband."
He retorted stiffly.
"Bhaiya, you know I've loved Ahsan for some time now and still you're
acting like all this came as a surprise."
"Well it did! I thought he was just a really good friend of yours."
he lied.
"Who are you kidding, Bhaiya? You didn't think that! Though I'm pretty
sure you hoped." She replied mischievously knowing she was right.
"Dad will never agree! You know how serious he got when you tried to have
this conversation with him..." Ashar began a little smugly, apparently
liking the thought.
"Yeah yeah! I know... That's why I want you and mum to be on my side.
She's already in." Asmara
informed him happily.
"What? Mum agreed to you getting married? How? When?" Ashar asked
flabbergasted.
"Oh, I managed to convince her." She shrugged as if was no big deal.
"Mum always thinks logically, you know. Ok, so now, are you on my side?
Will you help me persuade dad? Please?" She asked him sweetly.
"No!" Came the abrupt reply.
"But Bhaiya, look at the benefits! I won't be jumping on your head 24/7
then and you won't have to tolerate your annoying little sister anymore. You'll
get to live in peace." She grinned at him.
Ashar suddenly slammed the laptop shut and turned towards her, his eyes
flashing. "Has it ever occurred to you Asmi that maybe I don't want to
live in peace? Maybe I've gotten used to your annoying presence and don't want
you to go!" he snapped before opening his laptop again and stabbing the
keyboard furiously, not meeting her eyes.
Tears welled up in Asmara's eyes as
her brother's words sank in. She was so used to his teasing about how she's so
loud and annoying and how he enjoys his quiet when she's not around that she
forgot that he wouldn't want her to leave either. Her mum was right. He loved her
too much to get her go even if he never showed it to her face.
Asmara's sudden quietness made
Ashar uneasy. He knew he shouldn't have snapped at her but the thought of her
getting married was hard to digest. He thought of her too small to get married though
he knew this was bound to happen one of these days. All Asmara
had been talking about lately was somehow related to Ahsan. He pinched the
bridge of his nose to gain control over himself before turning to Asmara.
"Look I'm sorry kid. Don't worry! I'll talk to Dad about you and Ahsan if that's
what you really want."
"Really?" Asmara asked in
a small voice as a tear fell from her eye. Her brother was ready to let her go
if she believed her happiness lies with Ahsan.
"Really!" He replied smiling down at her and the next moment his
vision was obscured as Asmara
launched herself at him, hugging him tightly and muttering, "Have I ever
told you, you're the best brother in the world?"
"No you haven't but I already figured that on my own. Besides you don't
have much choice. I'm the only brother you have." He replied chuckling.
"Yes that's probably why." Asmara
grinned; already back to her former self. "But remember; now I'll be on
your team when you need me." She smiled mischievously.
"Why would I need you?" He asked confused.
"When you have to convince Mum and Dad about Sarah!" She grinned at
him.
"Oh you little minx!" Before Ashar could get up to chase her out of
his room, she had already ran away, leaving Ashar to smile sadly by himself.
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"No way! You're too young to get married! Forget it." Arnav bellowed
angrily as he paced the room.
"Dad I'm not that young! I'm turning 24 in two months. And for your
information, most of my friends have already gotten engaged or married." Asmara
replied. She never talked to her Dad in such a manner but she knew he would be
a tough nut to crack so she had to.
"I don't care what you're friends think they're up to but you're not
getting married right now and thats final Damnit." Arnav thundered. It had
been years since Arnav had gotten this angry.
"Dad! You're not being fair." Ashar interjected in a quiet calm
voice.
"I'm not being fair? Are you even listening to yourself? You want your kid
sister to get married so early?" Arnav turned his burning glare at him.
"No, I don't! But we can't be selfish, can we? We have to think about
Asmi. Its her life we're talking about!" He replied calmly infuriating
Arnav even more.
"I'm thinking about Asmara!"
Arnav almost yelled.
"No, you're not Dad." Ashar said in a soothing voice. "You're
thinking about yourself. You don't want Asmi to leave. You don't want to let
her go.
"Of course I don't want her to leave. She's too small." Arnav
replied stubbornly.
"Arnav, she'll always be your little Princess! You'll never think of her
as a grown up cos she's the baby of this family and you've always treated her
like one. But you have to know this, she has to get married." Khushi said
in a firm voice.
"Well, she can in 5, 6 years!" Arnav replied gruffly.
"Dad I want to get married now, not in 5, 6 years!" Asmara
huffed annoyed, but then continued in a softer voice, "Dad, I'm just
asking you to meet Ahsan once and then you can decide whatever you want. I'm
sure whatever you'll decide will be the best for me." She said, letting
him know that she won't go against him and will always stand by his decision.
"Yes Arnav, I too believe we should give Ahsan a chance, meet his family
and then decide." Khushi said firmly while Ashar nodded.
"I don't want to meet them! How hard is that to understand?" Arnav
bellowed and Asmara cringed in to
her brother as tears filled her eyes.
"Dad, you're upsetting Asmi now." Ashar warned. "Don't you want
to see her happy? Look at it this way, what would have happened if Nana Ji
refused to get mum married to you cos he didn't want his daughter to leave? We
wouldn't even be here." He reasoned.
Arnav knew Ashar was right but he would be darned if he gave in so he just gave
Ashar a glare before stomping out of the room without glancing at Asmara
knowing her tears would break his resolve in a second.
Khushi gave Asmara an assuring
squeeze and smiled, "I'll talk to him. He'll take some time but he'll come
around." and Asmara smiled
knowing her mother was right. They needed to give dad some time.
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