Kabhi Toh Nazar Milao Part 3

Tu mere saamne

"Preeti, sab saaman rakh liya na tune... achhi tarah dekh le, beta, kuch reh gaya toh mushkil ho jayegi." Bela was tensed as she again checked Preeti's bags.

"Subah se teen baar check kar liya hai, mummy... sab kuch sambhal ke, dekh ke rakha hai... aap itni tension mat karo... meri koi pehli shaadi thodi hai." Preeti said nonchalantly.

Both Bela and Naina stopped what they were doing, staring at Preeti with open mouth.

She looked at them, and realised what they deciphered, "Mera matlab saaman sametne mein pehli thodi hai... Pooja didi aur Naina ki shaadi mein bhi toh sab kaam kiye hai na... bina kisi galti ke... do shaadiyon ka experience hai."

While Naina let out a spurt of laughter, Bela was exasperated.

"Kuch toh soch samajh ke bola kar... sasural mein aise baat karegi toh woh log kahenge kaisi bewakoof ladki hai." She poked her daughter's head.

"Pandit ke mummy papa kuch nahi bolenge... meri baatein unhe bohot samjhdaari wali lagengi... kyonki itne saalon se Pandit ki baatein jo sun rahe the." Preeti shrugged, smiling.

Naina grinned, "Yeh toh hai."

Bela again showed her annoyance, "Tu zaroor naak katwayegi hamari... aur yeh kya Pandit Pandit karti hai... Raghav bulaya kar."

Naina and Preeti looked at each other, then burst into peals of laughter as Bela glared at them.

"Mummy, Raghav bolungi toh lagega kisi aur se shaadi kar li... second standard se Pandit bulati hun usse... ab nahi badal sakti... aur na woh badal sakta hai... Raghav bolne pe jawab tak nahi dega." Preeti held Bela's shoulders, speaking softly.

Bela smiled in understanding, "Achha theek hai, lekin yeh 'chalega, karega' nahi, zara izzat se toh bula sakti hai na... jaise Naina bulati hai Sameer ko."

Preeti shot a quick look to Naina, who winked at her.

"Theek hai... jaisa aap bolo... ab main jaun? Woh baraat leke aayenge usse pehle taiyar hona hai na?" She gave a big, fake smile to her mother.

This time, Bela joined the girls in their laughter.

The venue for marriage was at a little distance from their house. It was a bigger ground than the one in their society. They had decided to go for it since both marriages were taking place at the same venue. Preeti and Swati were to get dressed at the venue itself where a few rooms were alloted to them. Preeti left with all her things carefully packed in two bags.

"Chachiji, Naina kahan hai?" Sameer asked as he entered the house.

Bela looked up from the thali she was setting for welcome of groom, "Naina andar kamre mein hi hai."

"Aap zara bula dengi? Mujhe mere kapde chahiye the, taiyar hone ke liye...aur towel bhi... nahana padega pehle." He stood in the living room.

Bela smiled, "Preeti nahi hai, tum chale jao... yahin naha ke taiyar ho jao aaram se."

Sameer tried to keep his expression normal as he walked to the room, his heart dancing at the opportunity.

"Aur haan beta, darwaza band kar lena... woh kya hai na, bhabhiji kabhi bhi, kahin bhi prakat ho jaati hain." Bela called out from behind, chuckling as she recalled the time she had entered the room once.

Sameer did not look back, lest the blush on his face would make her laugh more.

Naina was ironing the dupatta, her back to the door.

He entered the room stealthily, and closed the door behind him.

Hearing the sound, Naina said without looking, "Chachiji, aapke kapde agar press karne hain toh de dijiye, mera ho gaya."