The Last Note [ON HOLD]

18. THE POOR STAR.

Trishika's P.O.V:

-"Trish, take this thali and keep it on the table kept outside in the verandah, and then come back to get the rose water as well..."
Maa ordered from the kitchen to me, while I made my way back inside the living area from the gardens.

I quickly came inside and paced towards the kitchen to get the plate full of turmeric powder from Maa.

This morning couldn't get more hectic, I tell you. I've been up since 6 in the morning, got ready, offered the daily prayers, had breakfast and am continuously working towards the arrangements for Bhaiya's haldi ceremony.

I wonder if this is the amount of chaos and excitement for Bhaiya's haldi right now, what will be the scene in my house on his wedding day? You see, there are almost twenty to thirty helpers available for the arrangements, but that isn't enough! My whole family is busy preparing for the ritual.

Yep, the haldi ceremony was to be held in the house itself, by late morning. The other functions will be held outside, however. My house is quite big and holds more than enough capacity for fifty people to reside in it.

Not many people will be a part of today's function, though. Only our family, some of Bhaiya's closest friends and some of Papa's friends, including the Nagars would be a part of the celebration. As for my friends, only Ritvik is here. Mithika will come tonight from Mumbai, to attend the rest of the functions.

I came outside the kitchen, in the halls of the mansion with a golden plate in hand, full of finely powdered turmeric. I was walking through the lobby which was nothing but an entrance to the guest rooms. And as I passed from the front of a random room's gate, the door of the room suddenly opened, revealing him.

All dressed in a yellow kurta paired with a white pyjama; the male busy in rolling up his kurta's sleeves upto his elbows and his manly scent spreading across the gallery, he looked ecstatic. As if, he was the finest piece of art to ever exist!

Man, how many times more will I have to fall for this man, despite the fact that I can't have him?

Nevertheless, I had tasks to complete. Unbothered; I continued moving towards the main gate of the mansion to get my way out towards the gardens where the function was to be held. I tried to not let myself stop walking in order to steal a quick glance at him. Afterall, he looked so fine. But I failed miserably.

In the process, both of us unconsciously bumped into each other, oh so hard that my head pained like hell.
Nevertheless, I mindlessly tried to prevent the plate from falling, in an attempt to save our outfits from being ruined and also mom killing me for being my clumsiest self on such an important day, later on.

By the way, I, ultimately had already accepted my fate into thinking that I was going to fall infront of him and will eventually embarrass the fuck out of myself.

I forced my eyes shut tightly to prepare myself for what was supposedly coming next, but supposedly.

I quickly opened my eyes when I realised that I had not fallen. Wrong. I had been saved from falling on my back, by a pair of two manly and strong arms.

As much as I could interpret everything that existed, in this position, I would describe it as the epitome of Bollywood romance.

With one of his arms under me, on my lower back and waist area, trying to prevent me from falling, and the other one holding my right arm with a firm grip, this was the typical scene from a Bollywood romance movie.

But it would be a lie if I said I wasn't enjoying it. Oh heck, I was going insane right now. With his figures encircling my waist and eyes looking deep into mine, fuck butterflies, I felt the whole zoo in my stomach!