Disclaimer
This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the popular show cook with comali 2. The description of incidents in this story is fictional and entirely unrelated to the persons after whom the characters are named. The story is only an imaginary plot with my take on ashaangi. This is not to hurt anyone or affect their personal space. This is purely a fictional plot that is not recommended to connect with real-life incidents.
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(This is such a magical BGM, it lets you feel both pain and pleasure at the same time.)
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Sivaangi walked down the aisle towards the stage accompanied by her cousins and friends. The hall was filled with their near and dear ones. Everyone from her CWC team made sure were present there on her special day.
She was styled by her all-time favorite designer Anusha, who meticulously handpicked every bit of her attire. She was draped with a blossom pink silk saree with crisp and clean pleats that flattered her figure. She wore a darker pink blouse that had intricate zardozi work and antique gold ornaments decked the fine piece of Kanchipuram weaves. Her hair was center-parted, twisted, and taken back to join with her wavy locks that streamed down till her waist. Puffed right behind the front twist at the top of her head, and a spray of jasmine which was twined in her hair from ear to ear at the back completed her hairdo. She looked as flamboyant as an Indian version of the Greek goddess of beauty when her look was put together with her twinkling round red bindi and mangtika that adorned her forehead.
Peppy bridal entry song was playing in the background when she entered the hall. Ashwin stood there as if embedded to the floor, falling for the women all over again, nearing him. Every step she took made his heart skip a beat. She looked magnificent and he couldn't notice anything else other than her radiant face. He noticed her beaming with happiness.
One of her cousins passed a comment to which others giggled not leaving a chase to tease her which made her slightly blush and look up to meet her to-be fiancée, who immediately retaliated with a warm smile.
Ashwin's world stopped revolving and his heart shattered into million pieces when she walk past him making her way towards Arjun on the stage. An intolerable twinge of pain squidged his heart.
He felt scorned when she passed over her glace at Arjun, conveniently ignoring Ashwin who was standing next to Rakshan amidst the crowd. He turned towards Rakshan with eyes holding unbearable pain and shook his head in dismay. Tears were threatening to make its way down from his eyes. He tried to gulp down his sorrow and put on a smiling face as he knew almost everyone in the hall and apparently all eyes were prying on him expecting some sort of disapproval from his end.
He took a seat next to Rakshan and stared at the stage with a distant eye. His mind could not think of anything at that moment. The awful truth was beginning to dawn on him. His girl was going to be betrothed with another man!
Rakshan nudged him to get his attention. "Dei enna da yosikura? Edha plan vechirukiya?"
(What are you thinking? Have you got a plan?)
"Therila Raksha, onnum panna thonala, elam kaiya vittu pona madhiri iruku" He replied in a long-suffering voice.
(I don't know Raksha. It feels numb, everything just feels out of hands)
"En da, idhuka da inga vandha? En thangachi engagement ah naney niruthuradhu enaku kashtama irundhalum, Arjun ah un edathula paka ennala mudiyadhu da. Ava dhan edho arivu keta thanama panitu iruka na, niyum en da ipdi ukandhutu iruka. Edachum pannu machan."
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