The elders of the Malhotra family had decided to marry off their young generation two sisters so they won't lose the prosperity of the family.
but will it be easy for two sisters to adjust to two arrogant men?
will they fall apart?
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I ordered the man to install white and golden lights on the pavilion. Indeed the surrounding is serene all decorated with orchids and roses. The fragrance of freshly picked flowers entered my soul, drifting my mind to another world.
Today two people will start a new chapter of their life, promising each other respect, love, and protection. And obviously, TRUST. Well, that's how the relationship works. You have to trust each other and believe each other.
I was preparing for this wedding for so long like 2 months. It was a big project. The family is rich, they didn't want to leave anything for their daughter's marriage. Well, which parent doesn't want to marry off most splendidly?
I've planned many weddings before and believe me what amazed me the most was even though the parents are happy they are sad at the same time. Why won't they, they have raised her from the time she entered the world. It is indeed hard for them to bid her goodbye but in that situation too they feel happy and proud of her as she is brave and strong enough to live her life with a person she called husband.
My train of thought broke when my assistant called my name. He quickly came up to me and I got to know about the urgent arrangement to be made.
"The bride demanded a swing that should be decorated with roses for the photo shoot.", my assistant a sweet 21 years girl, Prachi Das explained to me.
"Why so urgent?"I inquired.
"she said that she suddenly came up with the idea to pose like Radha Krishna", Prachi said dramatically.
"Okay then! Just call the furniture shop and ask them to deliver the swing ASAP and ill call for more roses.", I ordered and went to a distant corner to call Mr. Khan for arranging more roses. He is a genuine man and really helpful in nature. He picked up the call on 5th ring.
"Hello Mr. Khan, this is Shivanshika", I addressed myself.
"hmm Shivanshika "
"do we have roses?"
"yeah! luckily it's the last stock left for today, do you need it to be delivered?"
"Sure, Thanks for the generosity."
with that, the phone went off.
The wedding was scheduled to be at morning 8 am and it's already 3 early in the morning, we have already installed the swing and done the final processes. I checked the lights, curtains, and decorations for the last time and settled on one of the benches present on the lawn, and rested by back on the support.
I looked up to see the work that I'd been working on for two months. It seems divine.
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I took out my phone and saw mom's missed call, she must be worried. I've told her already that I would be late. I was about to call her back when it hit me it was 3 in the morning, she must be sleeping.
I finally got up and walk to my car and fixed the seat and slept there only because I have to get back there within 3 hours so I decided to sleep in the car. luckily I always have essentials for this type of condition. I closed my eyes and finally sleep consumed me.
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I woke up by the voice of my alarm. Tuning it off I step out of the car to freshen up. The family let the staff use the washroom in the guest room.
After I made myself presentable enough I walked out to talk to Mr.Singh, the bride's father about and arrangements.
"Good morning, Mr. Singh.", I greeted him with a smile.
"Ohh! Good morning Miss Sharma", he said with the same gesture.
"Are you pleased with the arrangements sir??" I asked.
"you never gave me a chance to get disappointed Miss Sharma."
"Okay then, I'll be get going"
"Please come to the wedding"
"Sure," I said and left from there not before hooking hands professionally.
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I reached home within 30 minutes. I rang the bell and the door was opened by sister Samidha, I call her Sami.
"You finally came, do you know how tensed mom was neither did you take mom's call nor called back. What if something happened to you ......." and she kept on scolding me for a straight 15 minutes. I look up from her shoulder and saw mom and dad smiling. I eyed them to help me but they shook their and settled on the sofa talking to each other.
I walked to my room and freshen up before going downstairs.
We had our breakfast together happily talking and sharing a different excerpt of the day. This was the rule of our house to share things during eating. my dad says that it's called the HIGH-TIME of our family. Indeed it is.
Thereupon I left my room to get ready for the wedding. Within 45 minutes I was attending the wedding of Mr. Singh's daughter. I wore a white colored plain lehenga with floral prints on the dupatta. I finished my look with oxidized earrings and a ring.
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I greeted the bride and groom and gave them gifts that are prepared from the company side.
As the wedding finished, I was on my way home.
As I reached home I was hell tired. Mom and dad went to for meeting some friends and Sami had gone to the office.
