"Anya?" Mrs. Bhandari said, visibly confused. She turned her glance to Sav , who was looking down at Anya. Then Alli came down the stairs, talking on her cell phone. She saw everyone huddled around the front door. "Here we go again.' She said rolling her eyes and walking away. "What is going on Sav?" She asked, her Indian accent heavy. Sav's face went pale as he stared at Anya, searching for the answer to her question. "M-Mom. We uh, We gotta talk." He said, pushing his way through the door, pulling Anya with him. Sav and Anya sat on the couch, across from the reclining chair Mrs. Bhandari had sat in. There as a gap of silence, which Sav broke. "Is Dad here?" He asked, nervously looking around. The last thing Sav wanted to do was disappoint his Dad, but he knew Anya would never fit their high standards. "No, he is out." She said flatly, switching her glance from Sav to Anya. "Now Please tell me what happening." Sav took a deep breath and sat his hind on Anya's knee. "Mom. I love you and Dad so much." He said shaking his head. "I can't lie to you guys anymore." Mrs. Bhandari sat up even straighter and pursed her lips a bit. "Lie? You don't lie to us Sav.' She said, tilting her head to the side, confused. "I'm with Anya , and I will be with her for a really long time. I can't marry Farah." He said, not able to meet her eyes. She stayed surprisingly calm, unlike Anya. She could feel little droplets of sweat forming on her forehead, and could practically hear her heartbeat through her ears. "How do you mean…together?" She asked, still saying completely composed. "We arranged a marriage for you and Farah because she's perfect for you Sav. Smart ,beautiful." Sav cut her off instinctively. "Indian. If you guys would look past the fact that Anya isn't Indian, you'd see that she's smart and beautiful, and I love her." He explained hastily. "I never got a chance to choose who I'd be spending the rest of my life with. It might have worked that way for you and Dad , but not for me." Mrs. Bhandari let out a deep breath, and raised her eyebrows. "This…girl is not who is right for you. You both are too irresponsible." That was all it took to make Sav loose his cool. "How would you know who or what is right for me? You and Dad are oblivious to everything that goes on in this house!" He screamed, standing up. Anya sat completely still, not sure how to react to what was going on. She quietly cleared her throat, trying to get there attention. "With all due respect Mrs. Bhandari, me and Sav are plenty responsible." She said, trying to keep her voice strong. "And we're going to raise our baby to make his or her own choices." She added quietly. "Baby?" Screamed Sav and Mrs. Bhandari in unison. "I cannot look at you right now. I don't even know my own son." She said, before walking out of the room, leaving shaky Anya, and confused Sav to fend for themselves. "Anya. What baby are you talking about?" He said through his teeth. Anya bit her bottom lip, trying to keep back her tears. "I don't want to talk about it right now." She whispered. Tears ran down her cheeks, leaving behind little trails of mascara. "You can stay with me tonight if you want." she offered. "My mom had to leave town for a few days for treatment, so you can wait it out until then." She said , sniffling. Sav nodded and started walking away. "Let's go." He said softly. Anya followed him out. It was a silent ride to Anya's house. They pulled up into her driveway, and Sav turned off the engine. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, while Anya nervously chewed on her nails.
So , I took your advice. A baby is on the way for Sanya 3 Hope you guys like : ) Read & Review!