Just before going down, Armaan had barged into Divya's room, said something to her in hushed tones, steered her towards his room and then run down. Now: In Armaan's room.

 

Riddhima: You have GOT to be kidding me!! (looking at Divya in shock)

 

Divya looks at her and raises her eyebrows.

 

Riddhima: I mean…main yeh nahi pehen sakti…

 

Divya: (looks at the shalwar-suit in her hand) kyun…iss main kia problem hai??

 

Riddhima: dekhain D….i have NEVER worn an Indian suit…I don't know how to carry it…

 

Divya: ohooo…don't worry….its no big deal….you just go and change, I will be right back.

 

She goes out of the room, and Riddhima goes to the bathroom. She changes into the Patiala shalwar and short kameez, which was in the tones of light blue and off white. Try as she might, she could not reach the zip at the back of the shirt and couldn't zip it up. Huffing at it, she barged out of the bathroom and into the room. She stood in front of the mirror and tried again. Just then someone entered the room and closed to door behind him.

 

Riddhima: D yeh zip…(turns to find Armaan standing in front of her)

 

Armaan looks at her and is pleasantly shocked to see her dressed in the Indian suit. She was looking simple yet beautiful and he just felt a tiny spam in the pit of his stomach which he ignored as she started talking.

 

Riddhima: oh, thank God you are here!! I was waiting for someone to come help me…

 

Armaan: (frowns) with what??

 

Riddhima: with this!!! (sighing, she turned around and put her hair on one side)

 

Armaan is a bit shocked to see her bare back at such a moment. However, he ignored all the weird feelings inside him and walked over to her.

 

Armaan: here…let me help…

 

He deftly zipped up the shirt, his fingers lightly brushing against her bare skin. His mind kept giving him orders to do something weird, which he tend to ignore at the moment. This was probably not the time for one of those uncomfortable moments they kept having.

 

Armaan: yep…done!!

 

Riddhima: ahh thank God!! (turned to look at him) now please tell me…why am I made to wear these clothes??

 

Armaan: yeah…ummm….actually…my grandparents are here!!

 

Riddhima's eyes widened in excitement and she clapped her hands like a two year old.

 

Riddhima: Woww!! That's great…I love old people….mere koi grandparents nahi na….i just love them….i wanna meet…!!

 

Armaan: umm..yeah…I know!!! But the thing is….my da-jee is a bit strict….to unke samne, no jeans, no tops, no skirts, no capris…proper Indian larki bann ke rehna parta hai…!!

 

Riddhima gulped…

 

Armaan: and…unke samne, thora tameez se rehna parta hai…wese he is very sweet…but he is going to ask you a lot of stuff…so just be confident and don't panic…

 

Riddhima: okkaaayyyy…(gulps again) pata nahi kia hoga…what if I screw up??

 

Armaan: you wont!! Main hoon na…come on lets go…

 

Riddhima: hmmm..chalo…

 

She barges towards the door but Armaan holds her hand from behind.

 

Riddhima: what??

 

Armaan smirks and picks up the dupatta from the bed. Then walking closer to her, he drapes it around her shoulders.

 

Armaan: iske beghair gayi to Da-jee wahiin hum donon ko qatal ker deinge…(smirks)

 

Riddhima: oh no!! please…I can not for my life handle this dupatti thing…

 

Armaan: (laughs loud) it's a DUPATA….and it looks really good on you…seriously!!

Riddhima: yeah…I look like a real dumb-ass wearing this huge mound of cloth around my legs and this dupatta around my shoulders…its so slippery…(holding up the duppatta)

 

Armaan laughs and puts an arm around her…

 

Armaan: awww…come on…you look really pretty!!! I swear, I am like, a proud husband right now….

 

Riddhima looks at him, eyes narrowed

 

Riddhima: aren't you taking this marriage thing a bit too seriously?? Husband…?? (laughs)

 

Armaan laughs too.

 

Armaan: okay come on lets go…they are waiting…and yeah, please meri maa….(folds his hands together) behave yourself…

Riddhima: oh you just see…I will be the perfect, wat u call it, haan…the perfect 'bahu'!! Ab chalo…

 

She opens the door and Armaan looks at her, following her, praying that everything goes right.