Samaira's POV
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The next couple of days , we planned a mini Chennai trip. The first day we visited T.Nagar and a couple of museums. In between, we visited MGR Film City and visited India's Oldest Bookstore. The next day, we spent the first half of the day in Mylapore exploring and visiting different temples. In the afternoon, we went to the mall and did more shopping. The next day, we went on a long drive and visited VGP Golden Beach and other tourist attractions in Chennai. Even though, we had to kind of cramp most of the attractions of Chennai in 3 days, we all had fun.
The next day was devoted for salon. Mom had booked my appointment with a salon she knew and made me go for a spa. The spa did some good to me. We retired to bed early as the next day was mehendi night.
The next day, mom gave out different tasks to each of us in decorating the house. We all decorated the house for mehendi night. Usually, my family doesn't really host a mehendi night but I requested mom that I wanted one. It was more of a Bollywood theme night. I made sure only the ladies were invited.
We all got ready and the mehendi lady came and I gave her instructions. I told "My mother, and 3 girls over there and my mothers sister who is wearing yellow salwar will get bridal henna with me. The others will get a very simple design and if they ask you, please tell them that it was me and if they want, they will have to pay" She nodded and gave her a thankful smile and left. She had her assistants with her and she said " I will start with the bride first and my assistants will help the brides friends" I gave her a smile and agreed.
My friends were surprised when I told them about the mehendi part. I told them "You three are my bridesmaids and if I don't honour you, then it will be wrong. And more than that, you three are my best friends, so I am just doing this for my best friends." After the 4 of us got our mehendi done, one by one every single ladies got theirs done and of my aunt was shocked when the mehendi lady told them they will have to pay. That aunt came to me and said "Why did you tell that lady that I should pay? What rubbish is this?" I smiled and said "Aunty, it has already been talked and you got your design too. This was the deal I paid from Canada and I can't pay a penny more." She said "Your parents are paying. What is your problem in this?" I kept my cool and said "Correction. My parents and I paid and that is my problem because it's my money and I get to choose who should get what. I didn't stop you from getting a big design, all you have to do is pay her a little bit more. That's all" She glared at me and walked away and I focused my attention on my mehendi. I saw Srimathi giving me a smile and I winked at her and she laughed.
I was hoping for my mehendi to get a darker stain. I was behaving like a person who believes in superstitions where the darker the mehendi stain, the more your husband loves you. I think Harsh's cheesiness is rubbing on me for a few days now. I was in deep thoughts when Niti came to our house. She saw me sitting and came to me. She saw my mehendi and said "Wow. This looks good" and she was about to take a picture of the mehendi. I told her "Niti, you can take the picture but on one condition. You won't show Harsh the mehendi picture. I kind of want him to see it on his own" She smirked and I blushed realizing what I had asked. Niti smiled and said "I won't. And I am late. Sorry" I said "No, Niti. It's ok. The mehendi lady got free now so she can focus on you well. Go ahead and get your henna. " Niti said "Ok. You sit and relax, I will get mine done " and went to get her mehendi .
After my mehendi was somewhat dried, the mehendi artist applied mehendi tapes so when I dance with everyone, nothing happens to it. We all started dancing when Harsh came home to give Niti a ride back to their house and I smiled at him. Everyone gathered around him but he didn't pay them any heed and said "Sorry, I need to see Sam first" and walked up to me. He wrapped his around me and I whispered "People are here". He smiled and he whispered back "So? I am going to be your husband in less than 2 days, I can hug my almost wife publicly". I smiled at him and said "Almost wife?" Harsh said "Actually, I consider you as my wife but you know parents and traditions. By the way, why is your mehendi covered in white tape?" I said "So, I can roam around and dance a bit freely. It's wrapped on my feet too" Harsh frowned and said "How will I see the design then? Everyone told me I will get to see the mehendi design" I told him "You can see it tomorrow" He hummed and pulled me more closer to him and said "You can't push me away now you know. Your hands are covered in tape" and tickled me a bit. I laughed and tried to stop him. He stopped and sat beside me. Some of my cousin were looking at us aww and some made a bad face for Harsh's way of publicly showing his affection. My friends looked at us in aww too. Niti made us dance again and Harsh kept his hands around my waist and said "I am taking care of your mehendi" making me playfully pout at his reply and we danced together. He left late at night and I went to bed in the saree I wore for the mehendi. I removed the mehendi tape the next day early morning and I was nervous to see the stain. To my surprise, my mehendi had a bright red stain making me jump and squeal in happiness.
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