• Naina was decked in a pristine painstakingly faint peach lehenga and dark net maroon dupatta resting on her shoulder...looking nothing less than a bride who was about to get married. She was a sweet-sixteen but yet the femininity she has been blessed with could enchant any person. The lavish gold work on her blouse below the sleeves was making her outfit look even royal and beautiful, her fair skin glimmered profoundly as the strings of wedding lights around the open ground were falling upon her exquisitely dolled up form, and her soft lips were adorned with a bright smile. She felt a little nervous about getting decorated in such a heavy embroidery-designed dress in her cousin's marriage, the way young girls in their mid-twenties had come here wearing simple, elegant clothes, she found herself looking extraordinary amongst the classy crowd. Naina moseyed to the table where her mother with her masi was gossiping and sat beside them while carefully holding her lehenga from both sides. It took her two-minute to adjust her slim figure on the chair that was occupied by several people.
"Naina ko dekh kar koi nahi kahega ki yeh sirf sola saal ki hai, height aur body dekho iski. Shadi karne layak ladki dikhti hai bilkul." Commented a lady, zestfully, from the crowd, who was flaunting her expensive green saree by fanning the pallu on her face as the ground had no air conditioner facilities.
Naina's brows stitched for a scowl, yet she pushed a forceful smile on her beautifully painted lips.
"Tujhe dole khoop sundar ahet." Said another lady from the group, while adoring Naina, and She felt like a celebrity because ever since she has come here, her relatives couldn't stop praising her beauty and of course the lehenga she bedecked herself in.
(Teri aankhein bahut achi hai)
"Thank You," Naina replied to her, in a soft voice.
"Tumhare SSC ke result kab aanewale hai?" Her masi, Vasundhara questioned her curiously.
"Bahut Jaldi." She answered her.
"Kuch socha kaunse college me admission logi? Main toh kehti hoon jaha Tripti jaa rahi hai, wahi jao tum bhi...bahut achi college hai...aur tum log saath hoge toh maza bhi aayega." Vasundhara said with a wide smile, and Naina rolled her chocolatey-honeyed eyes in annoyance. She and Tripti had a rivalry since childhood, they never gelled up with each other like cousins. Tripti was a bitch, who was sweet to everyone except HER.
"Sure," Naina uttered, with a small smile.
"Main kya kehti hoon humein family trip plan karni chahiye hai, bahut time se kahi gaye nahi, bacho ko bhi maza aayega." Suggested Vasundhara to her younger sister, Sarita, who nodded slightly.
Naina was feeling vexed around the monotonous women, and a few amongst them were ready to commence their flop Match-Making game, after seeing young girls and boys wandering from pillar to post. That's all they could see in a big fat wedding. She scowled while thinking, and was about to get up when a lean, tall figure dressed up in a pure black sherwani standing afar widened her eyes out of terror.
"Deva, yeh yaha kya kar raha hain?" She thought with a perplexed face and tried to hide in the overbearing crowd.
"Yeh kya kar rahi ho tum?" Sarita asked her daughter, who was sitting on the chair by taking a veil over her beautiful face like a typical traditional SANSKARI BAHU.
"Woh...yahan ek game hai," Naina said hurriedly.
"Kaunsa game?" Her mother questioned.
"Dulhan Dhundo." She said in a panicked tone.
"Par dulhan toh already room me hai." Clarified Vasundhara.
"Woh Ganesh bhau ko thodi pata hai," Naina replied to her masi in a meek tone.
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