A short story-3

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Matches are made in Heaven...
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This was it. His destiny. He was going to marry Revathi, a total stranger. Mohan could not believe what was happening.
"Dinner's ready", announced Revathi's mom.
Mohan walked along with his parents to the dinner table. There were five people at the table including Revathi's parents. There was a sixth plate for Revathi. She had been asked by her mom to serve their food and join them after the initial serving. The food was excellent, but Mohan couldn't have cared less.
"I have not had better Potato curry all my life", declared Mohan's dad. Mohan's mom gave him a stare. All of them seated at the table laughed except for Mohan and ofcourse, his mom. Revathi joined them at the table now.
Revathi was tall, fair, had her Masters degree in Environmental Engineering from MIT and was very attractive, yet homely. Mohan's parents were content that they had chosen the right girl for their handsome young son who had a Masters in Business Administration from Harvard.
Mohan was staring at Revathi now- but everything his eyes were seeing was Divya.
Divya was a friend from his undergrad college. She was not very attractive, had not studied beyond Bachelors, was dusky and short. But, he liked her very much. She was cute in her own way. She could keep him interested for hours, just by talking. He spent all his free time with her when in college. They have had lengthy phone conversations and chat sessions after he left to the US of A. Yet, in all these years, he had never thought about the possibility of being in love with her.
A month ago, when he met Divya to tell her about Revathi, she had said casually, "I have sometimes wondered if you had feelings for me. I have always assumed that our friendship meant something more than just that. All those phone conversations and chatting...i should admit that i have learnt a lesson- "Never Assume!" ", she smiled. Mohan smiled too and it was never discussed again. But the last 2 days were really disturbing for him, to say the least.
"Enough of ogling at your would be!", said Mohan's mom. Mohan realized he was staring at Revathi and changed focus. It did not take him long to be lost in Divya's thoughts again...
The possibility of losing Divya's friendship if Revathi turned out to be a possessive wife, the thought of missing Divya's smiling face that he was so used to seeing every time he wanted to, the thought of forgetting the feeling of liking her, the thought of not being loved by her.....he couldn't dare think of the consequences. He knew...he loved her too. He had loved her, all along...he knew it for sure only now.
He was now worried about how his parents might react. How will Revathi's parents react? Most importantly, what will be Revathi's reaction? Will she slap him on his face?...the very thought made his face turn pale. Yet, he knew he had to do it right then and right there. If she slaps him, let it be- he deserved it. He wouldn't be doing good to either of their lives by not telling. He knew he could never live without Divya...she meant everything to him. He mustered all the courage he could and started talking.
"Revathi...I have something to....", he stopped, seeing Revathi rise.
"Mohan. I am really sorry I had to put you and your parents through all this. There's someone else. I am in love with Karthik, a colleague of mine. It was really silly and stupid of me to have let you all go through this in the first place. I am really sorry", she was crying.
The elders were speechless, and Mohan was shouting excitedly, "Wow. I have not had better Potato curry all my life", munching the piece of potato in his mouth.