Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not in...
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Vrishali groaned as her hair kept slipping to the side. She took a moment to calm herself before gathering her hair and starting to braid the strands into a fishtail. Thanks to YouTube, she had finally learned how to drape a saree.
It felt effortless when she began draping the saree during her free time. She chose her mom's Kanchipuram saree and draped it herself. The only remaining task was to do her makeup, and she wanted to keep it simple.
There was a knock on the door before Padmanabh entered the room. She looked at him through his reflection in the mirror, noticing the stain on his shirt and wondering about it.
He made a beeline towards the closet, not glancing at Vrishali. When he was done staring at the stain— He looked up and found Vrishali watching him. His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered.
He paused mid-step, captivated by the sight of Vrishali. She was a vision of grace in her saree, yet her attention was elsewhere—drawn to the unsightly yellow stain marring his shirt. As he felt the lump rise in his throat, he couldn't help but gulp nervously. She had always possessed an enchanting beauty, but witnessing her elegance in that flowing fabric was a revelation, one he hadn't anticipated.
She stood before him, a vision of beauty that eclipsed all others he had encountered. Among the many stunning women around him, none could compare to Vrishali. Her radiant presence left him utterly mesmerized, but he felt the weight of unspoken admiration pressing on his heart. Dressed in a flowing maroon saree that complemented her graceful figure, she seemed to embody elegance and charm, capturing his attention and igniting a sense of awe within him that he could hardly contain.
The attention was broken when Vrishali spoke. "What happened to your shirt?" Padmanabh glanced at his shirt. "Hmm— I bumped into a boy earlier. I'm not sure if he was holding turmeric in his hands. I believe I got the stain when I bumped into him."
"Oh, that doesn't look that bad, but the stain isn't going to wash away." Padmanabh hummed. He tried hard not to look at her for too long. They stared at each other for a few seconds before he broke the silence.
"I will take a bath and get ready." Vrishali nodded. "Sure, don't mind. I'm almost done."
Vrishali watched as Padmanabh picked up his bag and went to the restroom, closing the door behind him. She took a deep breath before picking up her makeup and jewellery box. She finished her makeup and waited for Padmanabh in the living area. She clicked a few pictures to share with her parents, cousins and friends.
Padmanabh deftly pushed the damp strands of his hair back from his forehead, the moisture clinging to his fingers as he fastened the elegant buttons of his luxurious silk jacket. The rich fabric shimmered softly against his crisp white kurta, creating a striking contrast. He glanced at the clock; time was slipping away, and he had no desire to waste it on a hair dryer.
