Rule Book to Love

Chapter5- Free Food and Frenzy

Chapter5- Free Food and Frenzy

Jannat Zubair POV

We stand in front of a large decorated building. It must be someone's marriage!... which means- free food!

Bhavesh and I have the same mischievous grin plastered all over our faces as the same thoughts run through our head.

Jaan: We should go change into something more appropriate for our close relatives' marriage, don't you think.

Bhavesh: Yes. We should hurry, afterall I'm sure our relatives would be waiting for us.

I hurry off to my house and pick out the light pink lehenga which I had saved purely for this purpose. This is the first unknown person's marriage that I've barged into this year, how exciting! I just love how couples like to get married right after New Year's day. Starting a year with free food is simply a sign of a good year to come.

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Bhavesh: These paneer pakodas are gross.

I'm just about to agree with his point when a very VERY familiar voice interrupts our peaceful evening, "It's the best pakodas you'll get for free!"

Ugh. Why does he have to always be everywhere I go.

Jaan: Well well, If it isn't Siddharth the dEsI Nigam. You've followed us till here too huh.

Sid: (plastering a fake smile) For your kind information, this is MY cousin's marriage. I don't remember you being invited!

Jaan: Well... we were invited! We know the groom's family!

Sid: oh ReaLLy?!

Bhavesh: Very really.

Sid: (Widening the fake smile) Then why don't we go meet the groom and inform them that you've finally arrived?!

Bhavesh: uh...

Jaan: (swallowing the pakodas in her mouth) Ugh! Why don't you just mind your own business!

Sid: (looking annoyed) This IS my business! My cousin's wedding!

Jaan: Uh huh, then why aren't you with your cousin! Or did they shoo you away cuz your malas were dampening the atmosphere?!

Sid: (gasping offendedly) They did not! I-They are not! My malas did nothing! I mean- don't insult my malas!

Jaan: Oh I will insult your malas! Besides, I bet even the malas are feeling cursed to be on your sweaty unbathed neck!

Sid: I don't have a sweaty neck, YOU have a sweaty neck!

Jaan: Uh huh, and I know the malas are just to hide your ugly face!

Sid: *gasping* YOU HAVE AN UGLY FACE!

Jaan: No you do!

Sid: YOU LIAR!

Jaan: YOU LIZARD!

Sid: YOU BATH RUG!

Jaan: *gasping* You-YOU CHIPS WRAPPER!

Bhavesh: (After watching the drama and eating the last of his pakodas with utmost content) Ok, Ok. (with an accent) That's enough kids. Save some for college.

(The both of them sneering at each other and composing themselves)

Sid: (clearing his throat) I just came to make sure that all the pakodas were not eaten up by UNINVITED guests!

Jaan: Yes..., now shoo. Your mom must be waiting for you to do your evening bhajan.

(Sid rolls his eyes at her before stomping off into the crowd)

Jaan: (under her breath) Useless fellow.

After eating practically everything in the entire wedding, Bhavesh and I feel content. I'm just about to suggest going home when Bhavesh taps on my shoulder and points at a fresh batch of samosas that the servers just bring out.

Bhavesh: (pouting) last item. Pleaseeeeee?!

Jaan: fine. But after this we're heading home!

Bhavesh: deal.

We make our way to the stall and pick up a plate with a samosa and green chutney each. (Taking a bite) It's average. I'd give it a 5.

I'm just about to finish the last bite when someone bumps right into me and I drop the plate of chutney right on the person.

Who is this entire hall had the audacity to bump into moi!

I look down at the girl in a rose-gold lehenga as she glares back at me, wiping the chutney off.

I'm just about to say something close to "Scam you blind kid!" when the one and only SiDdHaRtH runs up and helps the girl.

I roll my eyes at him and he gives me the 'whatever' look before leading the girl away and the people around us go back to doing whatever they were.

Bhavesh: (appearing) So...We can go home now.

Jaan: no. I have a better idea.

Jaan: Hey, remember three years ago when Siddharth played that awful prank on us?

Bhavesh: (grimacing at the memory) oh yea... gross.

Jaan: We need to take revenge.

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Years ago, Siddharth made a huge mistake by playing a dumb prank on us.

The tale is not worth telling. Siddharth and I are neighbors (always were), and we used to be friends. But it was complicated.

After I gave him dog poop for his 13th birthday which he unwrapped in front of everybody (good old times), I think we-Bhavesh and I had crossed the limit.

He got overly pissed at us, and after screaming desi curses at us, he came up with a plan, which we did not see coming.

One day, more precisely on my 14th birthday, I wore my new favorite white dress to school. It was a great day and I was in an amazing mood.

I had to take a call, Siddharth was calling me. I should've suspected something but I was blinded by my bday vibe.

I didn't notice where I was standing, and that was a bad mistake. It was right under Siddharth's balcony. I attended the call and before I saw what was coming, three uncooked poached yolks came raining down on my beautiful white dress!

DISGUSTING!

I screamed profanities at him for the entire day and sobbed in my room- I was too late for school anyway. My birthday was ruined, AND ALL THANKS TO THAT DUMBASS!

That day I realized that what he did was payback for what I did on his 13th b'day, and if this was a game I am willing to play- and win!

Now back to my brilliant plan which struck me... I think I wanna make this wedding exceptionally special for my dear desi Siddharth!

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