(𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮 )

𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚔𝚑𝚒'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝

It was a wedding function of my cousin. The typical "Punjabi family" one.
Just by entering, you could see the board of "Dolly weds Shoki". Beside it were different hordings on stalls. The funny types, like : "Eat, Sleep, Bhangra, Repeat" ; "Patiala peg" ; "Bolo Tarara" ; "Swag sadda desi" ; "Pyaar tere naal" and what not. My uncle must have spent a lot of money in this wedding. From pink, yellow, white and red flowers to stylish pink, purple and yellow decorative curtains, everything was beautiful. It was a large wedding hall, which has arrangement of different round size tables with per atleast four seats in a row, and a space was left for people to walk through them. Constant drum beats and welcoming DJ tunes were ringing in the background too.
Yet, here was I. Completely oblivious from the surrounding, well not completely. But, I didn't pay much heed to the pinkish lehanga I was wearing, with minimal makeup and a small round bindi that my Di (elder sister) has put on me. I used to like my small sideward lashes to come in front, so I put them myself. It wasn't my first choice though, but those an elder version of baby hairs, but still smaller to tuck behind locks would come any time, thus I used to make them a little nicer so that they don't become disaster, however my mom used to say that those were pretty cute.

But, right now, my almost entire focus was on my exam that I had to give very soon. So, I was trying to revise the syllabus. Coming here wasn't on top of my list, but I never had a choice. So, the best I could think of was to hid on the roof of that hall, farther from the hustle of guests and people I didn't wanted to meet.

Pili red wine maine puraani..

No..no.. No.. I was reading.. Yeah..
So it's definition is..

Na kar tu manmaani..

Oh God, this was too difficult to not to get distracted. I had closed my ears and was reading by reciting, but the music that was going to rise every passing second, which I was sure that my sister must be loving and dancing on the floor, was about to give me headaches.
Oh, yeah. Thankfully the music stopped. Now, I could read something.

I must have read only three lines, then the music started again.

Main jitna tumhe dekhu,
Mera dil ye na bhare.
Main jitna tumhe sochu, man ye na bhare.
Inn aankho mein.. Chhalakta h mere..mera pyaar, tera pyaar..

Nikki, stop grooving over the song, and start revising, you have very less time left by now.
I was reading by taking my textbook in my hands and walking here and there around the roof rallings. Suddenly, my legs stopped when I heard a frantic cry that loosened up from my sister. I turned towards the sound, which was coming from the terrace part, attached to the one, I was walking. I saw my Jiju (brother-in-law) who had pushed my Di on the roof ralling.
He was looking angry.