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The night was sparkling.
With murmurs all around, soft music playing in the background, bright lights shoning upon the hundreds of people walking here and there in this open expanse, everything felt exquisite.
It was like the usual scene of rich Indian weddings. With an extravagant stage on one corner, while the food stalls was opposite to it. And between those, seats, and tables for everyone.
And here, she was quietly sitting on one of the many tables, donned in a champagne colored saree that screamed richness from every corner. It was falling on her shoulder exquisitely, and the blouse was full of handwork, heavy from every end. It was sleeveless and had a very thin strap on the back. It was nearly backless.
It was like she knew she belonged here but didn't feel like it.
"Is this seat taken?" A jolly voice reached her ears.
She moved her head towards the person, and upom looking at the intruder, she noticed that it was a man. He had a charming grin on his clean shaved face and was dressed in a peach colored kurta with golden pants. He had a pair of warm brown eyes, something that instantly gave her a fresh vibe.
"No, it's not." She softly replied.
"I was hoping so. Didn't want to miss out on the opportunity." He grinned widely while settling himself on the chair beside hers.
A small smile made its way on her face at his antics. He had asked the waiter to get him a glass full of beer and every starter on the menu of this wedding. And now he was gobbling up on them as if he had forever been hungry.
"Oh shit! I am such a wimp. Didn't even bother to share. Well, do you want to join me?" He asked with his mouth full of chicken.
She softly laughed and said, "No, it's alright. I already ate." Though it was a blatant lie. She hadn't eaten anything, nor that it mattered.
"Good for me. Saman doesn't share food." He muttered.
A confused look formed on her face at his words.
"Saman. Saman Mishra. My name." He cleared it up.
"Oh. Aishani. Aishani Mehrotra." She offered.
"That means you're from the bride's side?" Saman questioned.
"Yes, I am. I am assuming you're from the groom's?" She questioned back.
"You got it right. I am groom's distant cousin." He replied and continued, "Took a 2 day leave from my office only to fill my stomach with these delicacies. Otherwise, I have no interest in weddings and stuff."
Aishani grinned at his bluntness. After a long time, it felt like she was back at her old self. The one who wouldn't hesitate to talk randomly. The one who was an extrovert. The one who had every reason to grin and be happy.
