A fake engagement – a real wedding CHAPTER 1


Chapter-1

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

“Why is it that every time I propose a visit to London, you have another engagement? I am beginning to think you do not wish to meet my parents.”

Khushi look at Shyam; her stable, sensible boyfriend of eight months,  with exasperation and despair. Good looking, charming, and mostly fun to be with, he came from a rich family, but was not a snob like others she knew. Two years older to her twenty-eight, he was also a well known photographer,  and had worked with her on some of her company assignments, which is how they’d met. His passion was landscape photography, but his bread earner was his fashion photography skills. He was going to have his landscape photo exhibition at the National Art Gallery, which was indeed an honour reserved for few. Soon he would be making his name well known for his passion.

Khushi and Shyam had met at for a work assignment initially, which had later turned to friendship and gradually into a relationship.  What Khushi liked the most about Shyam was that despite the fact that they had been going around since the last eight months, he mostly kept his distance- respected her belief in the old fashioned idea of “physical relationship and commitment go hand in hand”. A kiss and affectionate hugs was all they had ever shared between them.

But sometimes, like today, she could scream at him in frustration.  She knew he was planning to ask her to marry him, and she understood that perhaps he wanted his parents’ approval. After all, she was a nobody; an orphan with a younger sister to support; she was no catch and would probably not meet his parents’ approval at all. And yet this was the second time in the last week that he had insisted on going to London to meet his parents. Though she appreciated him for his efforts, frankly speaking, she felt like she was being pushed into the deep end,  and she was most certainly not ready to take any sort of leap. Marriage was too big a step for her and she wasn’t sure Shyam was the right guy. And London was the last place in the world she would ever visit!

An image of ASR rose up into her mind to haunt her of the past and she shivered despite the fact that she was thousands of miles away from him now. Even after all these months, she could close her eyes and feel the impact of his persona- his soul searching eyes, his aftershave, the way he had closed the distance between them and almost made her break her own rule of never getting involved physically with a playboy. Had she not come to her senses in time, she might have been just another notch on his belt. To shake his thoughts off, she looked into Shyam’s eyes. Yes, Shyam was nice. He was safe. She put her hand on his shoulder and tried to make him understand.

“Look Shyam, I’ve told you before- I am too busy at this time with my work. I’ve just taken a new assignment and I can’t let delegate things because it is too important. If you have to visit your parents, do. I don’t understand why you want me to come to meet them anyway.”

“Don’t be daft Khushi. You know I plan to introduce you to them as the woman I am getting married to.” Shyam said, determination plain in his voice.

Khushi turned to look at him, not surprised really. She had known his intentions after all. “It doesn’t come as a surprise, but I thought you’d ask me first. That’s the way it goes you know.”

Shyam grinned charmingly, his hand playing with his long hair tied in a pony tail. “Now you know baby doll. I want us to get married. You’ve been working hard to get your wedding planner business up, but the best way is to get married yourself.” He winked, “But more to the point, I feel we’re very fond of each other, and we’ll have a lot of fun together. Don’t you?”

Khushi was in a fix. Saying no would hurt Shyam unbearably because he was very sensitive, but saying yes would encourage him to think ahead, which was not something she wanted at this time. Oh why couldn’t she have fallen in love with him or perhaps learned to be a brutal bitch who could’ve heartlessly declined his proposal?  She opened her mouth to say something, and was saved from saying anything at all, as her phone rang. Giving Shyam an apologetic look, she said, “Sorry, have to pick this up. It’s the client who’s wedding I’m arranging.”

“Haan Anjaliji? Kahiye.” Khushi said on the phone. Last year, Khushi had arrived back to India with her sister and opened shop as a wedding planner. It had been a struggle in the beginning, but slowly and surely business had picked up.

The feather in her cap would be this assignment she had currently picked up- a billionaire client who was getting married in India, before heading back to the U.S. If things went right, she could get a lot of business simply by word of mouth, Khushi mused within as she discussed next day’s plans with Anjali over the phone. It would solve her latest problem of where to send Payal for her University studies.

Not that Payal, four years younger to Khushi, and an introvert who kept mostly to herself,  had mentioned her preferences to her elder sister. But she had spoken to the only close friend of hers, who in turn had let Khushi know. Payal wanted to go back to London, to study Political Science and International Law at the LSE, but understood that lack of funds might prevent her. This assignment would be just the thing that would solve the problem, if things went as smoothly as they had been going the last few weeks. She focused her attention back on the phone call. In seconds, she was frowning as she said,

“You have a brother? But –“ she frowned some more and said, “ Yes, you’re right of course. It’s my mistake and I’m sorry. It’s just that no one told me you had a brother. Is he arriving alone or with his family? ”

She smiled away the frown lines with what she heard over the phone and said, “You don’t need to apologise, Anjaliji. It was an honest mistake on both parts. Don’t you worry. I will make sure someone is sent to pick him up from the airport tomorrow morning, or if not I will pick him up myself. “

10 responses

  1. oh – oh – /khushi is due to meet the ASR right here right now I guess!! Good one

  2. LOVED it Dii 🙂 ArShi *Smiles dreamily* Feels as if I’m watching a new version of IPK 🙂

    Super Awesome! 🙂

    Chapter 2, soon, Please? 🙂

  3. Tej plz the next chapter soon

  4. What the shyam is her boyfriend.

  5. finally, i just read the first chapter.. yahoo.. “i will pick him myself”??? ahahahah.. Sounds too good to be true.. anyways.. going to read the next chapter.. wondering what happened in London though, which made her moved back to India.. anyways thank you for updating 🙂

  6. They were working together, I mean she was working for him and now they are far away only to meet in some time. I’m wondering why Khushi left the job, was it because of the effect he had on her?
    Shyam seems normal here, I mean not negative, but I don’t understand why can’t he first let his parents know about Khushi and her background so that the situation doesn’t get awkward if she goes to meet them.

  7. Really interesting chapter. Khushi runs away from ASR; is a wedding planner planning Anjali’s wedding and doesn’t know about Anjali’s brother !!! Ha! Ha! Can’t wait for khushi to go to the airport to pick up Anjali’s brother. 😊 – ship13(IF)

  8. Okay! I will be honest being a hardcore IPK it’s kind of hard to see Khushi and Shyam together 🙂 But this Shyam seems nice and somebody who is giving space to Khushi. So, Arnav Singh Raizada broke Khushi’s heart and hurt her and she is running away from him well she isn’t successful in it, he is still embedded in her thoughts and life. Looks like fate isn’t in favor of Khushi and bringing him back to her life 🙂

  9. A nice change to see a decent Shyam ! Someone who has kept his hands to himself for so long 🙂
    So Khushi is going to meet ASR all over again … How long back did they part ways ? I suppose we’ll know soon enough …

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