Aryan looked at Aanya and said,
"Sorry, Aanya."
Aanya, who knew Aryan had done it on purpose, shook her head.
"No, it's fine. I know you didn't do it on purpose."
Aryan looked at her realizing she had understood but didn't say anything.
Later that night...
In her room, Nandini angrily muttered to herself,
"How did this Aanya manage to cook for everyone, and that too so many dishes in such a short time?"
"I thought I could humiliate her in front of everyone, but instead everyone praised her."
In Aryan's room...
Aanya stood in front of the mirror, combing her hair.
Aryan was busy with his work.
While combing her hair, Aanya glanced at Aryan.
At the same time, Aryan also looked at her.
As soon as their eyes met, Aanya turned her face away.
While looking at her, Aryan noticed that she wasn't holding the comb properly because one of her fingers was slightly raised.
He frowned.
"What happened to your finger?"
Aanya looked at him.
After a pause, she replied,
"Nothing. I just burned it while cooking."
Aryan immediately stood up.
"What?"
Aanya became slightly shocked by his reaction.
Aryan walked up to her.
"Show me."
He gently held her hand and looked at her finger.
Aanya didn't understand what he was doing.
"Wait... let me get the ointment."
"No need, Mr. Aryan. It's not serious."
Aryan looked at her seriously.
"It is serious, Aanya."
Aanya became silent.
A few moments later, Aryan carefully applied the ointment to her finger.
Aanya found his behavior strange.
For some reason, her heart felt different.
Without looking up, Aryan said,
"That's why I told you not to cook."
"But you never listen to me."
"Now look."
Aanya didn't say anything.
She simply kept looking at him.
After applying the ointment, Aryan looked up and noticed that she was already staring at him.
"I've finished applying it."
Aanya immediately realized and turned her face away.
Aryan asked,
"Are you even listening to me or not?"
"What?"
"From tomorrow onwards, don't go into the kitchen."
Aanya sighed.
"Mr. Aryan, you're really making it a big deal."
"It's really not serious."
"And also, this isn't the first time I've burned my finger."
Aryan replied,
"Well, it looks serious to me."
Aanya didn't say anything.
After a moment, Aryan asked,
"And also... you're only twenty."
"Why do you give so much importance to cooking?"
"Did your parents..."
Aanya quickly interrupted him.
"No, no. It's not like that."
"I know a lot of parents make their daughters learn cooking."
"But for me, it's just my preference."
"Well... I know my parents don't love me that much, but still, they never forced me or told me to learn cooking."
Aryan looked at her.
"Maybe they didn't because you already knew how to cook."
Aanya let out a small, regretful laugh.
"Yeah... maybe."
After a brief pause, she smiled softly.
"I really love cooking, Mr. Aryan."
"And I also love eating."
"That's why, whether the recipe is easy or difficult, I don't care."
"I just try to prepare it."
Aryan smiled.
Aanya suddenly realized how naturally she had been talking to him.
She quickly added,
"Anyways, I'm just telling you normally, okay?"
"Don't expect anything else."
Aryan hid his smile and asked on purpose,
"What should I expect?"
Aanya looked at him seriously.
"Nothing."
Aryan smiled to himself.
Aanya walked back to her bed and sat down.
"Well... thank you."
Aryan looked at her.
"For what?"
"For both... this morning and now."
Aryan smiled gently.
Aanya then said,
"Well, I'm telling you in advance."
"From tomorrow onwards, you have to drop me off and pick me up, okay?"
Aryan nodded.
"Yeah, okay."
Aanya lay down on the bed.
"Mr. Aryan..."
"Turn off the light."
"Yeah."
Aryan switched off the lights.
As he was about to lie down, he suddenly asked,
"Wait... did you turn off your alarms?"
Without opening her eyes, Aanya replied,
"I did, Mr. Aryan Mehra."
"You can sleep peacefully now, okay?"
A small smile appeared on Aryan's face.
He quietly lay down and went to sleep.
The next day, at the university...
Nisha looked at Aanya and smiled.
"Aanya, you're looking so good. Looks like it's the marriage glow."
She laughed.
Tara and Meera laughed too.
Aanya sighed.
"Can you please stop this nonsense?"
Tara smiled.
"What nonsense? Well... leave that and tell us about your married life."
The three of them moved closer to her teasingly.
Aanya looked at them.
"What are you guys doing?"
Meera grinned.
"Tell us about your..."
"Stop it."
The three of them became silent.
Aanya sighed.
"You guys are thinking too much."
"I didn't even want to get married."
The three friends looked at each other.
"You guys understood?"
Just then, two girls came near them.
"Aanya, congratulations!"
Everyone looked at them.
Aanya smiled politely.
One of the girls asked,
"Well, Aanya, when are you going to introduce your husband?"
Aanya was about to answer.
Meanwhile, Meera smiled.
"Well, you've already seen him."
The girls looked confused.
"What? But who?"
Meera laughed.
haven't you seen the person who drops Aanya off and picks her up every day?"
The two girls looked at Aanya.
"What?"
"Aanya... he's your husband?"
Aanya smiled awkwardly.
One of the girls said,
"I thought he was your brother."
Aanya immediately started coughing.
After a pause, she replied,
"No... he's my husband."
The girl gasped.
"Oh my God! He's really handsome."
Aanya raised her eyebrows.
The other girl smiled dreamily.
"Oh, Aanya, it's so sweet. Even before your marriage, your husband used to drop you off."
"Even I want to get married early so that my husband also drops me off like that."
Aanya's friends looked at each other, trying not to laugh.
The girls smiled.
"Okay then, bye."
They left.
Aanya rolled her eyes.
"If she wants someone to drop her off, she can just hire a driver."
"Why get married?"
Her friends burst into laughter.
Tara teased,
"Well then, show us some handsome drivers, Aanya."
"We'll marry them too."
Aanya said in an annoyed tone,
"Well, I don't know why you guys think Mr. Aryan Mehra is handsome."
Her friends looked at each other.
"I mean... he's not even that handsome."
Nisha laughed.
"Yeah, only you should say that."
"The same girl who had a crush on him for five years."
Aanya looked at Nisha seriously.
"Well, that was before."
"Not now."
"Now I hate him."
Meanwhile, at Aryan's office...
Simran handed Aryan some files.
Aryan started going through them.
Simran noticed that he seemed to be in a good mood.
She smiled.
"Sir... did something happen?"
Aryan looked at her.
"What?"
"No, sir. I mean... these past few days you were looking dull."
"But after so many days, you're finally in a good mood, so..."
Aryan suddenly remembered Aanya.
He quickly replied,
"No. Nothing happened."
Simran nodded and was about to leave.
"Well, Simran..."
She stopped.
"Yes, sir?"
Aryan thought for a moment.
"Bring me..."
Simran interrupted with a smile.
"Coffee?"
Aryan shook his head.
"No."
"Bring me tea."
"Okay, sir."
She walked away and smiled to herself.
Definitely something happened.
That evening...
Aanya saw Aryan waiting to pick her up.
She got into the car.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
Aryan started the car.
"If I said I would come, then I would."
Aanya smirked.
After they reached home...
Devika, Prerna, and Nandini were sitting in the living room.
Devika saw them and smiled.
"You two are back."
Aanya smiled back.
"We were waiting only for you both."
Aryan and Aanya looked at each other.
Devika smiled excitedly.
"Well... I was planning to arrange a reception for you two."
Aryan and Aanya looked at each other in shock.
Devika continued,
"We'll invite everyone."
"The wedding happened in such a hurry, but we can still have a reception."
"What do you both say?"
Aanya suddenly blurted out,
"No!"
Devika looked confused.
So did Prerna and Nandini.
"But why, beta?"
Aanya looked at Aryan, signaling him to say something.
Aryan spoke,
"Mom... what's the need now?"
Aanya immediately nodded.
"Yes."
Aryan continued,
"I mean, yesterday some relatives already came, and they know."
Devika frowned.
"But Aryan... what about everyone else?"
Aryan thought for a moment.
"Well, Mom... Prerna's wedding is coming, right?"
Aanya quickly added,
"Yes."
Aryan continued,
"People will find out then."
"So what's the point of having a separate reception?"
Prerna pouted.
"But Bhai... Bhabhi..."
Aryan interrupted,
"And also... I'm really busy."
Aanya quickly agreed.
"Yes, Aunty."
"Even I'm busy."
"I've already missed a lot of classes, so I don't really have time."
Devika became thoughtful.
After a pause, she smiled.
"Okay."
"It's your wish."
Aanya secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Nandini looked at Aryan and Aanya thoughtfully.
What is their problem with having a reception? she wondered.
Why are both of them trying so hard to avoid it?
That night, in Aryan's room...
Aanya said,
"Well, it's good that somehow we convinced Devika Aunty not to have a reception."
Aryan looked at her seriously.
Aanya frowned.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Aryan replied,
"Well, there was no need for you to shout 'no' in front of everyone."
Aanya sighed.
"Well, I didn't do it on purpose, Mr. Aryan."
"I was just..."
Aryan looked at her.
"Just what?"
"Did you see the way Mom and Prerna looked at us?"
Aanya thought for a moment.
"Okay... I was wrong."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you happy now?"
Aryan frowned.
"Why are you saying sorry?"
Aanya looked at him.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
Aryan shook his head.
"I don't need your apology."
"I was..."
"You were...?"
Aryan looked away.
"Nothing."
Aanya didn't say anything.
Meanwhile, Aryan thought to himself,
What would have happened if we had a reception?
The marriage has already happened.
Days passed...
One day, Prerna, who was sitting in the living room all ready, asked,
Bhabhi, why aren't you getting ready?"
Aanya looked at her.
"For what?"
Prerna looked surprised.
"Have you forgotten?"
"Today we're going shopping.
Aanya thought for a moment.
"Oh!"
"Today is Sunday, right?"
"I completely forgot."
Prerna laughed.
"Well, Mom and Nandini Aunty are already getting ready."
"Only you are left."
Aanya nodded.
"Yeah, I'll get ready."
After a pause, she asked,
"But what about your brother?"
"I don't think Bhai will come."
Aanya frowned.
"Why won't he come?"
"It's your wedding shopping."
"He also needs to buy clothes, right?"
Prerna smiled teasingly.
"Well... maybe if you ask him, he'll agree."
Aanya looked at her seriously.
"Wait."
"Let me talk to him."
She walked toward Aryan's room.
Prerna smiled as she watched her leave.
Inside the room...
Aryan was busy working on his laptop.
Aanya walked up to him.
"Mr. Aryan."
Without looking up, Aryan replied,
"Hmm."
"Mr. Aryan Mehra."
Aryan finally looked at her.
"What?"
"Get ready."
"For what?"
"For shopping."
Aryan shook his head.
"I'm not interested."
Aanya crossed her arms.
"Whether you're interested or not, you have to come."
Aryan replied,
"No."
"I can't."
Aanya shrugged.
"Okay."
"No need to come."
Aryan continued working.
Aanya casually added,
"Then I'll also tell Devika Aunty that I can't stay here anymore."
Suddenly, Aryan stopped typing and looked at her.
Aanya continued,
"And also... I'll tell her that we're planning to get divorced anyway."
She turned around as if she were leaving.
Aryan immediately stopped her.
"No... wait."
Aanya secretly smiled before turning back to him.
Aryan sighed.
"I'll come."
Aanya smiled.
"Okay."
"Good for you."
Aryan thought to himself,
No one can argue with you.
A little later...
Aryan started getting ready.
He stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie.
At the same time, Aanya also came to get ready.
She wanted to use the mirror too.
But Aryan wasn't giving her any space.
She waited for a while before getting irritated.
"Mr. Aryan..."
"How long are you going to take to get ready?"
"Just like girls."
"Move aside."
Aryan looked at her teasingly.
"No matter how much a monkey gets ready..."
"...it will still look like a monkey."
Without missing a beat, Aanya replied,
"That's exactly why I'm telling you to move aside."
Aryan immediately stepped aside.
He looked at her in shock.
"Did you just call me a monkey?"
Aanya innocently looked at him.
"Mr. Aryan..."
"Until now, did I ever say the word monkey?"
"No, right?"
"You're thinking too much."
Aryan didn't say anything.
He knew that Aanya had indirectly called him a monkey.
After getting ready, they came to the living room.
Devika saw them and said,
"Let's go. It's getting late."
Aanya looked at Prerna.
"Well, Prerna, what about Aahil's family?"
Prerna replied,
"Bhabhi, they'll come directly to there."
They all let.
Aahil's family was already waiting there.
Aahil and Prerna looked at each other and smiled.
Devika said,
"Sorry for being late."
Salima smiled.
"Not at all, Devika ji. We also arrived just now."
Aahil smiled.
"Hello, Aanya ji."
Aanya smiled back.
"Hi."
Aahil said,
"Well, Prerna has told me a lot about you."
Aanya smiled.
Nandini looked away rolling her eyes.
Aahil introduced them.
"This is my sister, Asma."
"And this is my brother, Ahad."
Aanya smiled at them.
After that, they all started shopping.
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End Of Chapter 89.