Mom and Balloon man

[RowdyRathorehi]

I have changed names of some



The party was in full swing, and laughter filled the air. Guests milled about, chatting and sipping drinks. The music played softly in the background, and a colorful array of decorations brightened the spacious hall. The atmosphere was festive, but one moment threatened to change everything.
Anjali entered the room, her presence commanding attention. She was a high-class divorcee, known for her elegance, and she had just one son, Aarav, who was now a grumpy teenager. Aarav had never liked his mother’s new boyfriend, a balloon seller named Raju, who was not exactly a match for her in looks or stature. With his scruffy appearance and humble profession, Raju seemed out of place among the elite guests.
As the evening went on, Anjali found herself chatting and laughing with her friends, trying to forget about her awkward relationship. But soon enough, Raju arrived with a bunch of brightly colored balloons—purple, green, and gold—floating above his head like he had just stepped out of a carnival. The balloons made him slightly more interesting, at least for a moment.
“Look who’s here!” Anjali said with a forced smile as she spotted Raju. She tried to maintain her composure while Aarav groaned, mortified by his mother’s boyfriend. “Why does he have to come?” Aarav whispered to himself.
As the party reached its peak, Raju and Anjali began to get lost in the moment. The music changed to a romantic tune, and with a mischievous grin, Raju took Anjali's hand, pulling her towards the dance floor. She hesitated but then let herself be led, snippets of laughter spilling from her lips.
The guests watched as Raju wrapped his arms around Anjali, their bodies swaying to the beat. He leaned down to whisper something silly in her ear, and she burst into laughter, leaning back against him, fully enjoying the moment. Aarav couldn’t bear to watch; it was too embarrassing. He turned his back on the dance floor, trying to block out the sight of his mother dancing with someone he considered beneath her.
But the show was just getting started. Raju, in a spontaneous display of affection, swooped down and planted a kiss on Anjali’s cheek. She blushed, giggling like a collegegirl. Seeing this, the guests erupted in cheers and laughter. “Look at them!” someone called out. “What a couple!”
Aarav felt his face go hot with anger and humiliation. Did they have to make such a scene? Even his father, who had come to the party looking dapper and collected, stood nearby with his jaw dropping in disbelief.
Then came the unexpected moment that sealed the unfortunate fate of the evening. Raju, emboldened by the laughter of the crowd, suddenly swept Anjali into his arms, holding her like a princess. The guests squealed in delight, taking pictures and cheering. Anjali, caught up in the spirit of the night, wrapped her arms around Raju’s neck and giggled uncontrollably.
But the laughter was cut short as Anjali’s ex-husband, Raj, tried to interject. “This is ridiculous! You can’t just—” he started, but his words fell flat against the joyous energy of the party. Raju, caught up in the moment, turned to Raj, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, come on! You just need to learn how to have fun!” he said, holding Anjali tighter as they twirled around. The sight was more than Raj could handle. He felt a surge of jealousy and anger.
The room filled with a mix of laughter and shocked silence. Aarav felt a bitter pang in his heart, filled with disdain for the entire situation. Why couldn’t his mom choose someone better? Hadn’t she been through enough already?
As the music played and Raju pulled Anjali in for yet another kiss, one guest shouted, “Kiss her again!” The crowd roared with delight, and Raju pulled Anjali closer, the two of them sharing a playful, smirking kiss that looked a little too passionate for the room's taste.
Raj, unable to take it anymore, stormed away to the side, his face flushed with anger. The contrast between the two men was stark; Raju, the carefree balloon seller, and Raj, the sophisticated businessman, each representing different worlds that collided horribly that evening.
Aarav finally decided he had enough. He walked over to his mom, ready to pull her away from the ridiculous spectacle. As he approached, he heard Raju whisper something sweet yet silly in Anjali's ear, making her giggle once more. Aarav couldn’t take it anymore. “Mom!” he shouted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desperation. “Can we please go home?”
Anjali finally noticed her son, a wide grin on her face. “Just a moment, Aarav! We’re having fun!” But she could see her son’s discomfort and reluctantly pulled away from Raju.
Raju winked at Aarav, holding up a balloon playfully. “Don’t you want a balloon, buddy?” he called out, but Aarav turned his back, wanting to disappear into thin air.
Anjali tried to calm Aarav down as they stepped away from the dance floor, but all she could think about was how the evening had unfolded. The laughter, the joy, and the unexpected twists had created a night she would never forget, although Aarav wished he could erase it from memory.
As the party continued, the colors of the balloons danced in the dim light, a reminder of the night’s outrageous celebration—and the unlikely romance blooming before everyone’s eyes.



But the night wasn't done just yet. A gentle hush fell over the room as Ayesha's grandmother stood up, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have the most delightful news!” she announced. The room fell silent; all eyes turned toward her. “We are here to celebrate Ayesha's new chapter in life, and what could be more splendid than a wedding announcement?”
Gasps and murmurs swept through the crowd as Ayesha’s heart raced with both joy and shock. “Wait, what?” even Ayesha managed to stammer, her eyes darting between her grandmother and Raj.
“Yes! I declare that Anjali and Raju will be getting married!” Arrav grandmother proclaimed, eyes shining with delight. Raj expression morphed from anger to disbelief. “All assets will be transferred to my lovely daughter,” grandfather chimed in, sealing the deal with a flourish.
There was an uproar in the room, laughter bubbling over, shock mingling with excitement. Vikram balled his fists at his sides, rage burning deep within him, but he couldn’t change the course of what was happening.
Aman stood aside, eyes wide with confusion and anger, watching as the party turned into a celebration of his mother’s unconventional choices. Cuddling and kisses shared between Anjali and Raju became the talk of the evening, and he felt slighted as his world shifted beneath him.
As the dancing resumed, Raju took Anjalai’s hand, twirling her and pulling her into a tight embrace. “I can’t believe this is happening!” she breathed, laughing at the spontaneity of it all. They danced under the twinkling lights, lost in the moment, while raj watched with simmering disappointment, knowing he had lost not just a wife but the comfort of the life he knew.
Anjali relished the freedom, and as she danced with Raju, she felt