A Piece Of His Heart

Six

Eliza

I winced as another from the thousand pins in my hair poked my scalp.

"Can't you do it gently?" I hissed at the girl behind me, irritated to the core.

I was already sitting in a lehenga that weighed twice as much as me on a day I'd stuffed myself with everything I could find in the house and this girl was mercilessly poking pins in my head like I'd stolen her cat.

"Sorry." She muttered under her breath, not sounding sorry at all as another pin pulled at my hair.

I huffed out a breath, already exasperated and I hadn't even stepped out of the salon yet, and still had a whole damn wedding to go through. Couldn't we just have done it in my pajamas?

And my phone was blowing up too, most certainly from my khotay cousins who were assigned the duty of picking me up from here.

Once done, she flared the dupatta behind me before she and another girl helped me up from the chair. The maroon lehenga fell around me, hitting the ground with a soft thump as the golden beads at the end collided with the floor, matching the heavy embroidery on the rest of it. I pulled down my full-sleeved blouse, a little frustrated at how it seemed shorter than it should've been and kept riding up with the slightest movements of my arms. Even the lehenga couldn't be pulled higher up, already being fastened as high as it could go over my waist. I suppose I'd just have to keep my arms down to ensure that the blouse didn't ride up enough to expose the skin of my waist.

Weddings can't really go normally without any disasters, right? Especially a desi one.

My cousins, Nimra and Aisha, barged inside in a flowing mess of fabric, chattering as they did so.

"Ya Allah, you look so pretty!" Nirma exclaimed, resting her hand over my face. My scowl deepened. I wasn't very fond of her. My other cousin, Aisha, was fine, though.

"Stop scowling. Shaadi hai aaj tumhari." Aisha reprimanded, hooking her arm through mine as Nimra and I held up my lehenga to keep it from dragging on the floor and outside on the way to the car.

*"Its your wedding today."

"This dress is uncomfortable, yaar." I whined in complain as I slipped into the backseat of the car with Nimra.

"Abhi araam se betho. Waise bhi Waleed Bhai ne utaar hi dena hai raat ko." She whispered teasingly in my ear. This is why I didn't like her. She spoke too much nonsense and her head was often found in the gutter.