Stupid in love ✔

35~ "We'd be riding the awkward train."

Dhruv simply laughed and supposedly promised Pragya that he won't do it again. He then turned his attention to us. "You can never fool me. Vansh told me himself that he won't marry before thirty. Right mate?" he tried to confirm with Vansh.

"Thirty?" My eyes widened. "If we were to marry then no, I don't want to be a virgin till thirty. I can't wait that long," I whisper shouted.

"Idiot," Vansh said as he hit my head with his finger lightly. "Do you think I will wait that long? Hell no. I'll die a virgin death then," he accused.

I wasn't that shocked by his words as much as I was by the volume of his voice. At that moment, I couldn't be happier for Vansh's and Dhruv's family to make their grand entrance.

Unfortunately, we had to wait for five more minutes before we noticed a group of adults alongwith two kids. It felt slightly awkward for Lisa and me to be dragged along their family union. Amongst the adults were Vansh's parents, Dhruv's parents and Pragya's mother. While amongst the kids were Vansh brother Siddharth and Pragya's sister- Sneha, who was three years younger than her. Despite the initial awkwardness, we managed to get along just fine. They actually looked like good people without their judgmental eyes.

The adults had rented a Toyota Fortuner to take them through the places in Toronto. While inside the car, I observed Siddharth, who was animatedly talking to Vansh and Dhruv while constantly teasing Pragya, calling her moti (fat). He did seem like a younger version of Vansh except he was more fairer than him and bore a pair of cute dimples as he smiled. He seemed like a small bundle of innocence and energy. It made me wanna start a conversation with him.

Mr Baweja who was seated in the middle seat of the seven- seater car, craned his head back at the two of us. "Ahana and Lisa, was it? We've heard quite a lot about you from these three."

"All good, I hope," Lisa commented and he nodded in agreement. A mischievous smile played on his lips that began to scared me a little. Was he upto something?

"So tell me, which one of you is my son's girl or should I say, my potential daughter- in- law, hmm?"

"Pops!" Vansh exclaimed in disbelief.

Mind you, this awkward silence was even ten times more awkward than the previous one. "Don't be shy, children. I happen to be a very cool person despite my sorry face. Come on, you both look appealing enough. One of you must have caught him in your charms atleast," he said, his small eyes twinkling with curiosity. He was Vansh's Dad alright.

Mrs Baweja hissed besides him. "Bas kar Manjeet. Kyun inn bacche nu darane lagaa haiye, hune toh aaye hai. (Stop it Manjeet. Don't scare the kids right away, when we have just arrived here)" she said in a pure Punjabi accent. "Waise bhi, mai apni munday nu jaandi hun. Wo shararathi ho sagda hai, par woh itna bewakoof aur shareef hai, koi kudi nu date- wate kyu kregi isse. Mera jigar ka tukda nu si," (Besides, I know my son very well. He might be notorious but he's too busy and stupid. Why would any girl date him? He's my precious," she said, reaching out to pull her son's cheeks affectionately.

Too stupid to date? Way to underestimate your son, Mrs Baweja.

"I don't know about your son bhabhi but I'm absolutely sure about mine. He's too invested in his studies to hit on a girl, forget dating one. Am I right, Dhruv?" Mr Bhansal tried to clarify.

"Papa, I'm sleeping, don't disturb," Dhruv mumbled sheepishly, while sitting at the seat opposite to ours. You don't say.

"Oh please, Mr Bhansal. I know my son too," Mrs Baweja defended, rolling her eyes.

Either these parents were living in the Disney world of oblivion or they highly underestimated their sons. I pity them.

Vansh blinked. "Tahnu lagda hai ki mein chakka haigan? (You think I'm gay, Ma?)"