Bhavya's POV
I was surprised to see a big and brand new Mercedes Benz being parked in our colony.
Wow! Who are they?
I looked at Rudra and he looked pale.
"Kya hua?"
(What happened?)
I held his hand and asked and he smiled or at least tried smiling.
"Bhavya mujhe kuch kaam hai. Thodi der mai milte hai."
(I have some work. We will meet later.)
"Hua kya?'
(What happened?)
"Kuch nhi. Tum abhi ghar jaao."
(Nothing. You go home now.)
He said and left me near the building.
He went near the car and stood beside it.
An elder woman and a man of around my parents age came out from the car.
He bent to touch their feet. The lady hugged him and he too hugged her back with a smile on his face.
What is happening and who are these people? What is their relationship with Rudra?
Rudra took the two inside and I went to the car.
The driver was sitting inside.
"Bhaiya? Ye log kaun hai?"
(Who are these people?)
I asked him and he replied politely.
"Ye hamare malik aur malkin hai. Aur wo unke chhote bete."
(These are my employer and his wife. And that was their younger son.)
Ohh so these are Rudra's parents.
"Aapke malik ka naam kya hai?"
(What is the name of your employer?)
"Ram Malhotra."
I quickly googled up Ram Malhotra's name and I was shocked.
He owned so many brands that we use in common day and I didn't even know.
Rudra was the son of such a big business man. Why did he never tell me?
'Tumne usse 'I don't like rich people' kehke dara jo dia tha.'
I know but still. He claims to love me and he hid such a big thing about himself.
Rudra's POV
I am seated in front of my parents who are looking at me keenly.
"Kis liye bhaaga tha ghar se?"
(Why did you run away from home?)
Mumma asks and I sigh.
"Apne aap ko prove krna chahta tha. Ye prove krna chahta tha ki mai khud bhi kuch kr skta hu. I am capable of living life on my own."
(I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to prove that I can do a lot on my own.)
I said looking at papa and his lips curled into a microscopic smile.
"Jab mai 20 saal ka tha tab mere papa, tumhare dadaji ki ek factory hua karti thi. Aur wo chahte the mai uss factory mai hi kaam kru. Mujhe shauk nhi tha. Unhone pressurize kia aur kaha ki mai unke bina kuch nhi kr paaunga. Mai ghar se bhaag aaya to prove myself. Aur result tumhare saamne hai."
(When I was 20 my father and grandfather had a factory. And they wanted me to work in that factory. I was not interested. They pressurized me and said I won't be able to do anything without them. I ran from home. And the result is in front of you.)
He said and I was shocked. This is the first time I am hearing this.
He smiled and then continued.
"Tumhe lagta hai ki agar mai nhi chahta toh tum ghar se bhaagna toh dur per bhi bahar rakh skte the?"
(You think if I didn't want you could have even stepped out of the house let alone run?)
And that's when I realised that it was his plan all along. He wanted me to run away and do something on my own. Not to prove it to him but to myself.
I smile and get up to hug him.
"I am sorry. Bhut kuch bol gaya mai aapko gusse mai."
(I said a lot to you in anger.)
He patted my back and said.
"Koi baat nhi. Jawani mai sab ko josh hota hai. Hume bhi tha."
(No worries. Everyone thinks like that in young age. We did too.)
We chuckle and then he looks at me and smile mischievously.
"Waise you know I met your mother when I ran away. Mere neighbourhood mai she lived. We fell in love and started dating."
(She lived in my neighbourhood.)
I close my eyes knowing very well where he was aiming at. I can never hide anything from him. He is my father after all.
I looked at papa and smiled sheepishly. Mumma looked on at the two of us confused.
"Kuch kehna chahte ho?"
(Do you want to say something?)
Papa asks directly and I smile.
"Her name is Bhavya."
Mumma squeals loudly and says.
"Hayee! You have a girlfriend! Mere bete ko finally pyaar ho gaya."
(My son is finally in love.)
I know this is not the reaction you expect from a normal mother and my mother is definitely not normal.
"Kab milwa raha hai usse?"
(When are you introducing?)
"Abhi nhi."
(Not now.)
I said and she pouted.
"Usse manana padega pehle. I am sure bhut naaraz hogi mujhse because I hid about my real identity from her. Ek baar usse mana loon. Phir ghar laata hu. Mil lena."
(I have to pacify her. She must be really mad at me for hiding my real identity. Once I pacify her. Then I'll bring her home. Meet her then.)
She smiled excitedly and I chuckled.
I went out and called her.
She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hello. Bhavya. Neeche aao na. I want to talk."
(Come down.)
"Aise hi keh do. I am busy."
(Say like this.)
"Arre baapre! Itna gussa."
(Oh my God! So much anger.)
She didn't say anything and I continued.
"I am sorry na."
"Aapko nhi lagta ye baat aapko mujhe batani chahiye thi."
(Don't you think you should have told me this thing long ago.)
"I know but you said you don't like rich people toh mujhe laga kahi tum-"
(I thought that you-)
"Seriously Rudra! I don't like them but I love you right. Gussa nhi hu mai. I am just disappointed ki jo baat mujhe aapse pata chalni chahiye thi wo kahi aur se pata chal rhi hai."
(I am not angry. The things you should have told me I am getting to know from somewhere else.)
"Achha baba I am sorry na. Ek baar neeche toh aa jaao. Mai bahar hi khada hu."
(Come down atleast. I am standing outside.)
"Mai nhi aa rhi."
(I am not coming.)
"Sochlo. Mai aa jaaunga andar."
(Think again. I'll come inside.)
"I don't care."
She said and disconnected the call. I think I hurt her a lot.
Obviously you dimwit! She shared everything with you and tune apni life ki inti badi cheez usse chhupai.
No having any other option I went inside the building and to her house.
I rang the bell and aunty opened the door.
She was surprised to see me early but smiled and welcomed me in.
Bhavya looked at me wide eyed.
Bhavya's POV
Ye toh sach mai aa gye!
I look away ignoring him.
"Aunty aaj please dinner mat banaiye."
(Please don't make dinner today.)
"Kyu kya hua? Mere haath ke khaane se bore ho gaye kya?"
(Why what happened? You got bored of my hand's food?)
Mumma joked and he smiled.
"Nhi. Aapke haath ke khaane se koi kaise bore ho skta hai. You cook amazing. Lekin aaj mai aaplogo ko apne ghar invite kr rha hu. Actually mere parents aaye hai and they wanted to meet you all. So.."
(No. Who can get bored of your food. But I am inviting you people home today. My parents are here.)
"Arre ofcourse beta. Lekin wo aaj hi aaye hai aur tum khaana ka kaise-"
(But they came today and how will you manage food-)
"Koi baat nhi aunty. Ek din toh bahar ka khaana chalta hai. If you don't have any problem."
(No worries aunty. One day we can eat from outside.)
"Ofcourse not beta. Hum zarur aayenge."
(We will come.)
Papa said and he smiled politely.
I looked at him and our eyes met for a brief second before I looked away.
Mumma asked me not to cook the rice I was about to put on the stove.
We started getting ready to meet his parents.
To be honest I am a bit nervous. I am upset from him but I do love him.
What if his parents don't approve of us. Or what if mine do not?
I was thinking about what to wear when I received his message.
"Mumma ko yellow colour bhut pasand hai."
How does he know what I am thinking all the time?
I get ready in a simple yellow suit with no makeup and just a little gloss.
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