Chapter 12: chapter 12

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Vihaan sat at the dining table, his eyes scanning the documents in front of him. The soft hum of the household around him felt like a distant noise as his mind wrestled with the growing tension about the upcoming wedding. His father, Rajiv, had been pushing him to attend the wedding of Shweta Sharma, a distant family connection, with one particular reason in mind—meeting her younger sister, Aarohi.

Despite his father's insistence, Vihaan remained stubborn.

“I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” Vihaan muttered, clearly agitated. “It’s just another wedding, nothing more. Why do I have to be there?”

His father, Rajiv, sighed, placing his hands on the table. “Vihaan, this wedding isn’t just any wedding. It’s an opportunity for you to meet someone important—Aarohi. We’ve discussed this, and you know how her family feels about the match. You need to show up. It’s the right thing to do.”

Vihaan let out a frustrated breath, pushing back his chair. “I don’t need to meet anyone, especially not her. I don’t believe in this whole arranged marriage nonsense. And I’m definitely not interested in being part of it.”

His father, always calm and composed, shook his head. “Vihaan, this isn’t just about you. It’s about your future, the family’s future. You can’t keep pushing away responsibilities just because you don’t like them.”

Vihaan ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated. “I don’t care about responsibilities when it comes to something like this. I won’t be forced into a situation I don’t want.”

Rajiv looked at his wife, who had remained quiet until now. Rajiv's expression softened slightly as he turned to her for support.

“I’ve tried talking to him, but he refuses to listen,” Rajiv murmured.

Vihaan’s mother, Anjali, who had been quietly listening from the other side of the room, stood up and walked toward him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle but firm. “Vihaan, I understand your reluctance. But you know how important this is for our family, for your future. Please, just go. Attend the wedding, meet her family, and let’s see how things go.”

Vihaan looked up at his mother, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. He could see that she wasn’t going to let this go easily. After a moment of silence, he finally exhaled, defeated.

“Fine. I’ll go to the wedding. But mark my words, I won’t discuss marriage with anyone. If anyone dares to bring it up, I’ll leave right then and there. Understood?”

Rajiv nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. “We just want you to make the right decisions. This is just the beginning, Vihaan. You’ll see.”

Vihaan stood up from the table, giving his father and mother a stiff nod before leaving the room. Deep inside, he knew his reluctance wasn’t just about avoiding the wedding or meeting Aarohi. He had no interest in letting anyone dictate his life, not even his parents.

As Vihaan prepared to attend the wedding, his mind was filled with questions. He didn’t want to meet Aarohi. He didn’t want to be part of an arranged marriage. But he knew, as the wedding neared, he would have to face it sooner or later.

Vihaan had barely finished his meeting before he was on his way to the wedding. His mind was still preoccupied with the morning’s events—his parents' insistence on him attending, the unexpected meeting with Aarohi and her family. He didn't know exactly what to expect, but one thing was clear: he had no intention of letting the whole marriage talk get in the way of the festivities.

As soon as he stepped out of his car and into the wedding venue, Karan was already waiting for him, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, well, well, look who’s here, all suited up and ready to meet his bride-to-be," Karan teased, slapping Vihaan’s back in greeting.

Vihaan shot him a sharp look, his expression unamused. "Don’t start, Karan."

Karan raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension. "What? I’m just saying, this is probably the first time you're meeting her, right? Gotta make a good impression. You know, impress the future in-laws and all that."

Vihaan rolled his eyes. "I’m here for the wedding, not for some arranged marriage drama."

But Karan wasn’t done. "Come on, man, we both know you didn’t just show up for the wedding. First time meeting the family, getting a glimpse of the future Mrs. Vihaan, huh? How’s it feel? Are you nervous?"

Vihaan scoffed, trying to brush off Karan’s teasing. "I'm not nervous. It’s just... formalities. No big deal."

Karan laughed, shaking his head. "Sure, sure. No big deal. Just remember, if things don’t go according to plan, I’m ready to back you up. We can always bail."

"Stop it, Karan," Vihaan muttered, clearly irritated now. "Just let me get through this evening without your nonsense, alright?"

Karan chuckled, still clearly entertained by the situation. "Fine, I’ll behave. But just know, I’m watching you. This is going to be interesting."

Vihaan couldn’t help but feel a knot tighten in his stomach. The idea of meeting Aarohi—and her family—felt like an obligation, not something he was looking forward to. But for now, he couldn’t back out. His parents had made it clear that his presence at the wedding was important. The marriage discussion would come later, but tonight, he was just going through the motions.

As the wedding celebrations continued around them, Vihaan couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something bigger. But he also knew one thing for sure—he wasn’t going to let anyone push him into a marriage he didn’t want.

Karan’s teasing faded into the background as Vihaan focused on the ceremony. There was no turning back now.