Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when the...
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Mythili's POV -
I sat there patiently the whole time for my Mehendi ceremony yesterday and when I woke up in the morning, it took me a good half hour to get rid of it. It was dark orange by afternoon and by the time it was time for the second Haldi function, it was turning into a shade of the darkest of browns.
Mythili's Mehendi -
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This Haldi ceremony turned into a war where even aunty was involved. Since this function was just us a home, there was no other person except for us and my friends.
" Viraj don't you dare!" I warned him as he had a whole bowl in his hands and was coming towards me.
" What makes you think that I'll stop?" He made fun of me and threw the contents of the bowl totally on me, leaving me at a standstill.
" You are an idiot." I announced right before three more bowls landed on me. One from Amrita, Hritik and Anamika each.
" Enough kids! Look at her." Malini aunty came to my defence but they weren't hearing anything because Nupur slammed another bowl's contents right on my face.
" Had I not been wearing this outfit, I would have seen you all." I threatened, trying to clean myself but who was I kidding. At this point, I was in Haldi, it wasn't on me.
