WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOUR

49. WEDDING RECEPTION

Mishti's point of view:-

Putting a hand on my queasy stomach, I blew out a breath. I'd thought my nerves would be calm by now, but there was apparently no such luck. My nervousness puts me to laugh and here it wouldn't be a problem.

Now, I felt somewhat jumpy with anticipation. The reception was no longer simply a party, no longer part of a fake marriage routine. It would be meaningful. Special.

I wasn't just Abir's wife on paper now. I was his wife in every sense of the word. The marriage was officially real. And the reception was our chance to celebrate that.

"Everything ready in here?"

I whirled around to find Abir in the doorway. "Yes. I've gathered everything that Mom listed for me. If it turns out that something else is needed, I can blame her for the oversight."

He crossed to me. "Nervous?"

"My stomach's all fluttery, but in a good way. I can't quite believe the day is finally here. The past week has whizzed by." I eyed him. "You don't look in the least bit jittery."

He shrugged, "What's the need? You are fine, I'm fine and then why should I worry?" He stepped a little closer. He cupped my hip. "You're still not going to give me a peek of your dress?"

"Nope. You'll have to wait." I snickered at the petulant look on his face. "God, you are so spoiled."

"By you, Sweetheart" He grunted. "You know I don't like to wait."

The buzzer sounded.

"It is Ketki." Ryan came from nowhere and rushed.

Abir and I stole that moment for a kiss. Ketki came to us and gave a cute smile. I gave her a tight hug and she gave me that back even tighter.

"You still didn't get ready? Just an hour is there. Haan. Mish, what are you guys still doing by exchanging glares." Exchanging glares is termed as eye-fucking. She over exaggerated and that's how I felt. More than an hour was there and I was so sure I didn't need that much time. Half an hour travel to the salon and in half an hour I would get ready.

"You are insane?" Ketki was definitely exaggerating herself.

"I asked the stylist to reach here. You can use the guests room here as well." Abir said, saving me from Ketki's killing.

"That will work."

Ryan massaged his temple, I smiled at his accent and winked.

There was another ring.

"Must be the stylists. I guess." Abir whipped his phone out of his pocket and brought up the security app. "Yeah" He pocketed his cell, squeezed my hip and at the same time signalled Ryan to check on them. "I'll go get dressed in our room. Once I'm ready, I'll wait for you downstairs."

I nodded. "Okay."

He gave me a soft, languid, toe-curling kiss. "Breathe. Relax. Smile. All is fine." With that, he left the room.

Ryan returned a minute later with Abir, the hairstylist, and the makeup artists. I couldn't stop myself from chuckling after looking at him become Fluffy. Ryan gently ushered him away, insisting Abir not see me again until I was dressed and ready to leave. Ryan shot him an unimpressed look. but obligingly exited the room.

The stylist crossed to me, smiling brightly. "How are you feeling, darling? Nervous?"

"Darling?" Abir asked unbelievably and I really wasn't ready to witness a murder now.

"Mr. Psychopath." Ketki whispered, making sure only I heard.

"A little. I can't quite shake it off." I answered the stylist to save his life while Ryan forced Abir to exit with him.