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*********************************************************Adwitya's POV

Just as I was finishing my morning tea, the doorbell rang, and Satyanshi burst through the doors, her face radiating pure joy.

"Guess what?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "The wedding invitations are here!"

She held up a beautifully crafted invitation, its gold lettering shimmering in the sunlight. "And you, my dearest Adwitya, are officially invited to witness the most spectacular wedding of the year!"

She proceeded to prequest everyone, her excitement contagious. The atmosphere in the living room turned into a festive anticipation. Everyone congratulated her, their faces beaming with happiness.

"You know," Satyanshi said, her eyes sparkling, "You guys are my family, so I want all of you to be there. It wouldn't be the same without you."

A warm feeling spread through my chest. Satyanshi's genuine affection was heartwarming. She might have a sharp tongue and a stubborn streak, but her loyalty and love were unwavering.

Later that evening, after dinner, as I settled into my room, seeking the quiet solitude to unravel the tangled threads of my thoughts, a soft knock echoed through the silence. Opening the door, I found Maa standing there, her expression gentle, her eyes filled with a mother's knowing warmth.

"Can we talk now, bachaa?" she asked, her voice soft, her gaze tender.

"Maa, you don't need to ask," I replied, pulling her into the room, welcoming her familiar presence. "You know that."

We settled onto my bed, and I rested my head on her lap, seeking the comfort of her familiar touch, the soothing rhythm of her hand stroking my hair. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, my voice muffled against her sari, seeking the answers that only a mother could provide.

Maa took a deep breath, her hand gently stroking my hair, her touch a silent reassurance. "Bachaa," she began, her voice soft, "it's about your marriage."

The word hung in the air, thick with unspoken expectations, with the weight of tradition and familial duty. I sat up, my heart pounding against my ribs, anticipating the conversation that was about to unfold.

I opened my mouth, to express anything, but Maa raised a hand, silencing me with a gentle but firm gesture. "I know you haven't thought about it yet," she continued, her voice patient but resolute, "but it's what we want, what Dadu wants."

"Maa, I... I don't know... I..." I stammered, at a loss for words, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions.

"Your Dadu has someone in mind for you," she said, her voice gentle. "They will be here the day after tomorrow. Meet the boy once. If you don't feel like he is the one for you, we won't say a word to you about it. If you have someone you love, you can tell me, we will talk about it to everyone."

As she spoke those last words, the image of the man with the green eyes flashed through my mind, unbidden, persistent. His face, his voice, his presence – it was all I could think about, a phantom image that lingered in the depths of my consciousness.

Maa, noticing my dazed expression, placed a hand on my cheek, her touch gentle but probing. "Is there someone?" she asked, her eyes searching mine with a mother's intuitive understanding.

I shook my head, denying the unspoken thought, denying the feelings that were beginning to stir within me. "No, Maa, there's no one."

"So... will you meet them?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.

I nodded, giving her the answer she sought, accepting the path that had been laid out before me.

A warm smile spread across her face, a smile that radiated love and understanding. "I'm going now," she said, rising from the bed, her movements graceful and serene. "Take rest."

The moment Maa left my room, I heard a flurry of excited whispers, the hushed voices of my family, their joy radiating through the walls, filling the house with a sense of anticipation. I smiled, knowing that their excitement was a reflection of their love for me.

A few moments later, Bhabhi walked into my room, a knowing smile playing on her lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You knew," I stated, more than asked, recognizing the knowing glint in her eyes.

She nodded, her smile widening, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Everyone knew."

"So, want to hear about your potential groom?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity.

"Nah, too busy for that," I replied, feigning disinterest, trying to mask the apprehension that was beginning to creep into my heart. We both burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room, dispelling the tension that had lingered in the air.

Despite my initial reluctance, Bhabhi proceeded to share some information about the man Dadu had chosen for me, insisting I should know something about him, even if I wasn't particularly interested.

The information she provided painted a picture of a powerful, influential man, the kind you'd expect to find in a thriller novel, a man shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

The words echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder of the man I was about to meet. I needed to talk to someone, someone who would understand, someone who wouldn't sugarcoat the situation. I grabbed my phone and face timed Anshi.

"Hello" her voice bright and cheerful came through the phone.

"Anshi," I said, my voice low, trying to keep the anxiety from seeping through.

"Itya! What's up? Everything okay?" Her tone instantly shifted to concern.

"Not really," I sighed. "Maa just told me... Dadu has someone in mind for me. A groom."

There was a moment of stunned silence. "A groom? Like, the groom? As in, marriage?"

"Yes, Anshi, marriage," I confirmed, rolling my eyes at her. "They're coming the day after tomorrow. I have to meet him."

"Oh my god, Itya! That's... that's... wow!" her voice and expression was a mix of shock and excitement. "Who is he? Do you know anything about him?"

"Bhabhi told me a few things," I said, recounting the information Bhabhi had shared. "He's successful, very private... a bit of a recluse."

"A recluse?" she repeated, her voice laced with intrigue. "Sounds mysterious. Like a hero from a romance novel!"

"Or a mafia boss from a thriller," I countered, the unease creeping back into my voice.

"Oh, come on, Itya! Don't be so dramatic," she laughed. "Maybe he's just shy. Or maybe he's a secret billionaire philanthropist!"

"Or maybe he's just a regular guy who happens to be Dadu's choice," I said, trying to inject some logic into the conversation. "Either way, I have to meet him."

"And you're nervous," she stated, it was not a question.

"Terrified," I admitted. "I don't know what to expect. What if he's... I don't know... unbearable?"

"Then you tell them you don't want to marry him," she said firmly. "Maa said you have a choice, right?"

"Yes, but..." I trailed off, the weight of family expectations pressing down on me.

"But nothing," she interrupted. "This is your life, Itya. You deserve to be happy. And if this guy isn't it, then you move on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. She always had a way of cutting through the drama and getting to the point.

"Look, I'll be there for you, okay?" she said, her expression softening. "We'll get through this together. And who knows, maybe he'll be amazing. Maybe you'll fall head over heels in love!"

"Or maybe he'll be a complete disaster," I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"Either way, it'll be an adventure," she declared. "And I wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, tell me everything Bhabhi said. Every single detail!"

I laughed, the tension easing slightly. Talking to her always made me feel better. She was my rock, my confidante, my partner in crime. And even though I was still apprehensive about meeting this mysterious groom, I knew I wouldn't have to face it alone.

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