Nayab, a brilliant and meticulous MBBS student, possesses a mind built for calculations and precision. Her dreams are set on excelling in her medical career, leaving no room for frivolities or romantic distractions. Meanwhile, Danish, a vivacious an...
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Nayab's social anxiety was kicking in as she walked out of the hotel. She anyway didn't like shopping much. Now not only did she have to shop, she had to do it with a complete stranger.
Nayab reached the jetty and found quite a few workers carrying decoration materials from a ferry towards the hotel. They all were wearing jeans with pastel violet t-shirts. She could see a small logo on the left side of the t-shirt with the brand name Felicity. She recognized that as the wedding planning company.
She went closer to one worker. "Excuse me, can you please tell me where I can find Danish?"
The man pointed behind her. "Sir is over there."
She turned around and found a guy talking to some workers at a distance. She thanked the man and walked towards Danish. As she got closer, she noticed he was wearing an off-white pants with a white shirt.
"Excuse me," She meekly said when she reached him.
He turned around.
Nayab didn't know what she expected Danish to look like, but she definitely didn't expect him to look like a model straight out of a photoshoot.
"Yes?" His voice was husky.
"Are you Danish?" She wanted to confirm.
He smiled, boyishly. "That would be me." She didn't miss his British accent.
"I.." She cleared her throat. "I am Nayab. Simran must have told you about the shoe blunder.."
Realization spread across his face. "Yes, of course. I was waiting for you. Shall we?"
She gripped the handle of her purse with both hands before nodding. He walked a little ahead of her to direct her till the ferry that was waiting for them. But while climbing on it, he gestured to her to go first. And she found it very gentlemanly.
Nayab took a seat on one of the benches, while Danish went to tell the driver that they were ready to leave. Two more employees were on board, both wearing the company t-shirts and both looking British to Nayab.
The journey to Port Blair was going to be almost two hours long, and Nayab had no idea how time would pass in such an uncomfortable situation.
"Dan sir," One of the employees said as Danish came and sat on the opposite side of Nayab. "Do all Indian weddings go on for this long?"
Danish was looking at his phone screen while he nodded. "Three days is bare minimum for typical Indian weddings, but a lot of weddings might go upto six-seven days."
"Well, in that case, when you get married, have a week-long wedding. Because this looks so much more fun than the British ceremony." The other employee piped in.
Danish playfully glared at them before turning his head towards Nayab. She immediately looked down to avoid the eye lock. But she was a little too late. He had seen her looking at him.
