Sanjana's pov
I am sitting along with my to be, not to be husband in my sangeet attire, I wore a deep green color lehngaa with matching jewellery. Kritika combed my hairs in a simple yet elegant hairstyle. She had put on some bridal makeup on my face which is too much for me. She ended my look by fixing a maangteeka..
Whole village was decorated blissfully. Beats of music are enhancing the atmosphere. Every corner of my house is filled with chiks and laughter of relatives. My not to be saasu ma is busy praising his son with some newcomers. I texted bala earlier to come and meet me at my room. He might have seen it till now.
Kritika is sitting in the chair next to me. She is so damm irritating , since the time 'chirkut came! ' she is behaving like a long lost puppy she is continuously praising siddhart like a fan girl. I'm so hell tired of her buttering. I wonder if I can slap her saying 'tere.. "Jiju h wo tere ab chup kar! ! ' but due to my kismat., unable to do so I just rolled my eyes.
I look around to find everyone is actually busy in there own world. that is when I noticed him, my partner, my siddhart. He was jumping and dancing with "Dhol bros!' as if he is the most happiest person in my wedding, that's why I call him chirkut, but still, he always manage to make me smile . I might have never said but he is the best thing that ever happened to my life.
He is like a easiest metaphor of my complicated poem.
He is actually a solution of my every problem.I had never confessed but when I'm with him I'm the most comfortable person. I can laugh, talk, joke, shout , dance, I can do anything when I'm with him without the fear of judgment . Actually I never say it to him but he is looking quite ethnic today in yellow sherwaani.
I was so indulged in my thoughts that I didn't noticed when he came this close to me. I looked up to found him smiling naughtily," Some chirkutai might be running in his mind. he forward his hand towards kritika asking for dance. And I'm not very shocked because since the day he came, he is doing this to make me jealous.
"Krituu! " Can we have a dance.?..
Everyone was expecting for the bride, that's actually ' I, me and myself ' to be the happiest person but for now kritika is the happiest person ,she jumped in excitement and in a blink of eye both of them are dancing in front of me. I literally wanted to perform my most favorite "lappad aasan " to them but bala's signal saved them from by beating.
'Kundan ji! ' hum aabhi aato hai. I excused myself to meet bala.
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Authors pov
"Bala! tu me pato hai na tume kya karna hai! "
'Ji sanjana madam aapke kahe anusaar humne camera fit kar diye hai! ' ab bas kal ka intzaar hai.
"Hmm! ' kisi ko tum pr shak to naa hua ? " Or khaas kar siddhart ko.. Asked sanjana worried.
"Aree! Nai! Sanjana madam! " Bala shaitaan ka sala ne itni hushiyaari se saara kaam kiya h kisi ko kaano kaam khabar nai hui! " Sid bhaijii ko bhi naii..!"
