at the wedding
indian weddings.
what can i say about them? you have to experience them. loud music, multi cuisine food, drunk aunts and uncles, kids running around with flowers, smell of turmeric and henna. everything is colorful but mostly warm tones. the pre-wedding rituals were carried out according the bhavya's side but it was a white wedding.
mysha almost shed a tear when she was giving the bridesmaid speech unlike sara; she cried a river.
the couple looked elegant in their white dresses. mysha couldn't believe that they were the same people who beat each other up in mud pools during holi.
"wow, we are adults. approaching our 30s now" she almost started her inner monologue.
it was now time to catch the bride's bouquet. all the single ladies gathered behind the couple. mysha and bhavya both grabbed the bouquet and counted to 3 before throwing it. the ladies, as well as the guests were anticipating who would catch it.
mysha was not that interested in that but she couldn't ignore it as it skyrocketed towards her.
she started taking her steps back trying to adjust her position for the perfect catch but the heels. and baam!
she caught the grabbed the flower bouquet but dropped her balance. she closed her eyes already thinking about the embarrassment waiting for her when she hits the ground. she opened her eyes when her back touched the hard surface. she didn't fall. thank heavens ! but wait what happened then?
her vision diverted to the hands on her waist who saved her. her head was against the man's chest, onto his shoulders. her breathe hitched when she took a look at the man's face.
"kabeer?!" mysha's eyes widened.
"in flesh" he smirked.
"oh my god you made it, kabeer!!!" bhavya came running and literally bear-hugged the life out of that man.
"i don't want to die" his voice muffled.
bhavya let go of the man and turned towards her wife and mysha.
"this is kabeer dev, my best friend from academy. kabeer, this is the love of my life, sara" bhavya held Sara's hand. they couldn't help but blush. lovebirds.
mysha rolled her eyes.
"and this is mysha, our best friend."
"congratulations. i know"
"what the hell are you wearing?" sara questioned.
"oh yeah actually about that" he looked at the ground.
"i may have perhaps mixed up the themes? hahaha" he chuckled nervously.
bhavya was not having his shit.
kabir is bhavya's friend from the academy. apparently, kabeer wanted to join the military but things happened. he had a change of heart. well that explains his very good physique.
the problem was he was wearing a black kurta which is a traditional indian wear. but the it was a white wedding.
even after getting complete knocked out by bhavya's hug, kabir's hands were still interwoven with mysha's. his hands slid from her waist to meet hers. none of them noticed.
except sara. she had already started shipping mysha and kabir like a 6th grader.
mysha started giggling at kabeer's stupid mistake. kabeer gave her a stank eye. the giggle turned into laughter.
"you need to shut up" he thought she was cute.
mysha stopped laughing.
he went closer to kabir. hands still interlocked. she was wearing her heels yet she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his ears.
"make me" she whispered flirtatiously.
kabeer was too stunned to speak. mysha looked him in the eyes and flashed a smug smile.
how the tables have turned !
"god damnit woman ! we are still here. go get a room or something" jennie screamed from the back where all other ladies were standing to catch the bouquet.
[to be continued]
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