1 CHAPTER 1

Armaan's POV

"Yes dad, I'll be there but is everything alright ?" I was at my office when dad called me and asked me to come back home as soon as possible. I called my manager and told her that I'd have to leave now and asked her to cancel all the meetings.

I reach home and went to my parents' room. I was shocked to see the scene there. Everything was messed up. They were packing there clothes.

"What's this ? Why are you packing your clothes ? Where are you both going ?" I asked.

"Son, we're going to India tomorrow. Hurry up, it's not  only two of us , all three of us are leaving tomorrow morning so buck up and pack your bags." Dad replied.

"But, dad I have some important mee..." I was telling but he cut me off in the middle.

"Armaan, you're coming with us and no more discussions on this topic. Just go and pack your bags. Understand?"

"Okay dad" I replied. I went to my room to freshen up and later on I started packing my clothes when my mother came in and asked me if I was ready for marriage and okay with her choice.

"Any girl you'd choose would be my last choice maa" I replied to her. 

"Okay. Now stop with these cheesy dialogues and pack soon. We need to leave tomorrow morning." Mom said

"Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, son." Saisha replied.

"Why are we going to India suddenly?" I asked.

"Uhmm...Actually me and your father like a girl who stays there. We also know her family very well. She is a good girl and since she's you father's best friend's daughter he wants you to get married to her. Even I like her and your father wants to meet Vikram too. It's been so long we only plan to meet but we never go there so this time finally we will be going there." Mom replied. I expected her to drag the topic a little more but she told it to me in the first go so I guess she is just having fun with me.

"Good then, I don't have to find a girl for myself😉" I told.

"So,I guess you're okay with getting married to a girl of our choice. That's great I'll tell sameer about it. He'll be really very happy to know about it." Mom told and left my room.

Anyway whose going to be serious about this thing she must be kidding I thought and left the topic and continued packing.

Let's go down and eat something I'm pretty hungry I went down my parents were also coming out of their room to have their dinner.

"I was about to call you Armaan." My mom told as she noticed me coming downstairs. We had the dinner silently and then my mom told that I should go and sleep as we have to leave by 3:00 the morning and our flight was at 7:00. It was an hour's journey from my home to the airport. After dinner I went and slept.

I woke up at 2:00 in the morning when my mom started knocking the door to wake me up. I did my morning chores and I went down to the living area where my parents were waiting for me. I gave my luggage to my house help and asked him to keep it in the car. We left for the airport.

We reached the airport and boarded the plane. I was a bit excited now because we were going to India after so long I came to Paris like 20 years back I remember Vikram uncle he use to pamper me so much actually more than his own son Karan I still keep calling him and texting him and his wicked daughter Alisha she was so damn stubborn she used to do all the mischief and blame it on me. But I've heard from Karan that she's become prettier even I have seen her one time when I had called Karan and she was sitting next to him and she looked pretty, thinking this I drifted to sleep.

I woke up due to turbulence and I guessed that it was due to landing that means we reached India and freak I'm such a sleepy head I slept for like 8 hours and 30-45 minutes.I thought.

We came out of the arrival gate and saw Vikram uncle and Soniya aunty waiting for us. We went there and I touched Vikram uncle's and Soniya aunty's feet and they both blessed me. My parents met them and then Vikram uncle asked his driver to get the car. The driver got the car and we left. The drive to thier home was pretty good they were talking about my childhood and then the topic drifted to their childhood (You know Indian parents).