Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas : SANAN

Cousin's wedding

Nandini leaves her sister to approach Samar, who gives her a satisfied smile.

Samar: Hello, stranger.
Nandini: This almost feels like tum mujhe stalk kar rahe ho.

Samar chuckles.

Samar: It's not that big of a community. Phir bhi, mujhe admit karna padega, I hadn't thought of attending until your amma called.
Nandini: Bas double - check karne ke liye: not stalking me, then?
Samar: Stalk nahi kar raha hu. Bas trying to seize the moment.
Nandini: Jab tak my parents don't see us, that's fine with me.

Samar's eyes burn into her, and his lip quirks.

Samar: mein chahta hu ki tumhare parents hume dekhe, I want the entire city to think ki hum engaged hai.
Nandini: How unfortunate! Because I've made the opposite very clear to anyone who asks.

With that, she turns on her heel and goes to find herself a table.Soon, Mihika joins her.

Mihika: Yaha pe toh koi assigned seating nahi hai but everyone of the 600 guests ko ek seat guaranteed hai.
Nandini: 600,huh?
Mihika: Ye bohot hi expensive wedding hai, in case you haven't noticed.

Nandini's already in the middle of a starter when a deep male voice greets her.

Samar: Good evening, ladies.
Mihika: Hello

Mihika glows up at Samar, her smile luminous.

Mihika: Mein Mihika hu, Nandini's sister.
Samar: Samar.

He slips into the chair beside Nandini.

Samar: Ye seat reserved nahi tha, hai na?
Nandini: Well... Ye reserved tha. My mother was going to sit there.
Mihika: Oh, Amma can sit by me.

A moment later, Mr.Shah And Mrs. Kapadia arrive, making their way through all their friends and greeting everyone.
When his parents reach Nandini's , they chat like old friends (or happy in-laws) . And when her parents arrive at the family table, Samar stands shakes hand with her father, hugs her mother, and stands until they sit. Samar gives Nandini a steady, stubborn look that makes her want to strangle him. Everyone knows that single, unattached men do not sit with single, unattached women at these events. Nandini fixes Samar with her best death stare, but he doesn't explode. He grins.

Samar: Tum kya dekh rai ho?
Nandini: Somebody I'm going to kill later.
Samar: Ooh. Intriguing.

But in spite of that he stays. He stays and brings Nandini chai. He goes to the dessert table for her. He makes her parents laugh. She leans into him and whispers against his ears, trying to ignore his subtle, spicy Cologne.

Nandini: Samar Shah, you've made us the talk of Pinky's wedding. I'm going to spill some piping hot tea into your lap for this.

Samar whispers back, his breath ruffling against the hair near her ear.

Samar: Acha hoga agar tum ye na karo toh. Might damage the parts you like. Tumhe agar sach kahu toh, I only came here to see you wearing an ethnic wear.
Nandini: Tumhe kaise pata tha ki mein ethnic wear hi pehnungi?
Samar: Call it a hunch.
Nandini: And? Does it live up to your expectations?

Samar wets his lips.

Samar: It exceeds them. I wish you'd wear that har time.
Nandini: You have no idea how difficult this is to put on.
Samar: I can only imagine how it'd be usse nikaalne me.
Nandini: Samar! Our families are here!
Samar: Chinta math karo. They're minding their own businesses.

A while later, they stand to see the groom and bride walk into the venue. Samar leans forward to whisper to Nandini again.

Samar: Is it because I have no degree? Kya isiliye tum bas mujhe chahti ho for my body, Nandini?
Nandini: Shhh... Your mouth has a precious few skills, and talking isn't one of them.

Pinky passes, wearing an exquisite designer wedding garment and several layers of jewelry.

Samar: Bichara Dulha. By the time he gets all that jewelry off, he won't have the energy to get started on the outfit.
Nandini: Samar, jaan, you aren't thinking about grooms undressing brides?
Samar: Sirf tab, jab tum mere paas ho.

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