Neon lights everywhere, glittering dresses, girls in grand ghagra, ladies in silk sarees draped in South Indian style, red bindis, boys in salvar, guys in clean white lungis, (Lungi and Ghagra are Indian ethnic wears, you can google to know more) everyone us dressed perfectly. While I'm standing in the entrance is shaggy jeans and a black jacket. I doubt if I can enter this place without any trouble, people will surely ask me about how I relate, with the bride or the groom. Frankly, I've not even made the time to notice the names of the bride and the groom written on the entrance of this over decorated place. Just as I'm lost in my thoughts, the security guard arrives in the scene from god know where and stops right in front of me with a questioning look.
"Oh, crap." This comes out pretty louder than I expected it to and surely this Guard has heard it.
My bad!
With a grim tone, "Are you a guest to this wedding?", he asks. The smirk on his face has convinced me that he already knows my answer.
I flinch my hand and catch my now paining arm, my eyes are radiating anger, I can feel it. I turn to see who it was that pinched my hand so hardly.
"Where were you!? I kept calling you! You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago!" Claims this boy, who has just pinched me so hard and I freakin don't even know this guy!
Before I can understand what he said, I cannot help but notice his look. His dark, charcoal dark eyes, with a flicker and a sparkle, his hair slightly damp, seems to me like he just took a headbath. His hair slightly falls over his head, giving him the perfect-ness? His defined jawline, not totally shaven, but not like a jungle guy too..
He was just the most 'perfect' guy I'd ever seen.
My arms were pulled by this fella which dragged me out from my thoughts. He turned back to the now confused security guard and yelled "She's my friend, she volunteered to photograph few precious moments." I turn back to see, managing to balance my steps at the same time, the security guard nods looking convinced.
"Up!" Says this guy, I look at him bewildered, he looks towards the steps in front of me. 'Oh' I sigh realising that he wants me to climb those steps. His grip on my arm is still frim, I begin to wonder and scramble through the nerves in my head to figure out whether I know this guy or not.
