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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_________________________
“Are you ready to dance?” The female choreographer asked in an excited voice.
“Yes,” Came a collective shout from everyone standing in the dance studio of the hotel. In the crowd of the bride and groom’s relatives, who looked very much ready to learn their steps and set the dance floor on fire on the sangeet night, Nayab stood at the last with an agitated expression.
“Remind me, why am I doing this again?” Nayab shouted over the music for Simran to hear. The choreographer had started to teach them the step and everyone was following her.
“Because it is my wedding and I can’t have my maid of honor not dancing.” Simran replied while copying the dance moves.
Nayab humorlessly laughed. “Why do I feel that you decided to get married only so that you could torture me?”
Simran didn’t bother replying to her. And Nayab had no choice but to dance along with everyone.
The dance room where this was happening had huge french windows that looked out the giant lawn of the resort where the Cocktail Party would be taking place in the evening. And naturally, Danish was there, overlooking the decorations.
“Those trees need to be wrapped with string lights too. And where are those neon sign boards?” Danish asked the workers.
Catherine approached him from behind. “The trees would be wrapped after the workers are done setting the lamps. And the neon signs just got delivered.”
Danish nodded, his eyes roaming around to make sure every work was perfectly being done. And then his gaze fell on Nayab, looking rather disconcerted, while dancing.
A subtle smile played on his lips, and Catherine was quick to notice it.
“Is she the one?” She jokingly asked, ready to hear a straight up no from him. But to her surprise, he replied with a shrug, “I don’t know.”
That made her eyes widen, but before she could ask him what that meant, two workers came to the lawn holding a giant neon sign that said CHEERS. “Where does this go?”
“There, right behind the bar counter.” Danish walked towards the bar area to show them the exact spot.
___________________
Nayab gasped when Simran showed her the outfit for the cocktail party. As promised Simran had taken care of everything Nayab would be wearing for the functions.
“It is too gorgeous for me.” Nayab couldn’t help but voice out.
That made Simran chuckle. “I found this fabric in a shop and thought that it’d look perfect on you.”
Nayab held the sleeve of the dress to feel it and smiled. The makeup artist and hairstylist soon arrived to get them ready.
“Would you like your hair up or down, ma’am?”
“Down,” “Up,” Nayab and Simran spoke simultaneously.
“The dress is backless.” Simran said.
“Exactly why I want my hair down.” Nayab reasoned.
“I found the perfect neck and back designs on pinterest, explained it to my designer and got it custom-made. And you want it all to go to waste by letting your hair hide your back.” Simran asked in a daring tone.
Nayab blinked a couple of times. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an exceptional emotional blackmailer?”
Simran shrugged. “Angad might have mentioned that once or twice.”
“And he’s still marrying you, the guy has to be crazy.” Nayab snickered.
After a lot of bickering, they ended up putting her hair in a low and messy ponytail. After Nayab slipped into the outfit, she stood in front of the full-length mirror to see how her back looked. The ponytail was hanging over her spine, so the skin was still visible from both the sides. But that much she could manage.
The party had already started when Nayab made an appearance. The theme of the party was luxe. The lawn was lit up perfectly with tons of lamps and lights. The guests were sitting on the round tables placed all over the lawn. Nayab sat with the bride and groom and a couple of their cousins.
On each table was placed a menu that had the names of the signature drinks for the evening. Nayab scanned her eyes through the menu to find the non-alcoholic section.
“Excuse me, can I have mint iced tea?” She asked the waiter. He nodded and went to get it.
Nayab was in the middle of a conversation with Simran’s cousins about the dance they were performing tomorrow at the sangeet when a tall glass was placed in front of her. “Mint iced tea for the lady.”
The voice made her snap her head towards who spoke it. And true to her instinct, it was Danish. “You didn’t have to bring this yourself.” She embarrassingly said.
“I wanted to.” He replied, and she felt her cheeks warming up. She shyly looked away and caught Simran’s eyes, who was sporting a teasing expression.
“Danish, what do we have to do to get a handsome server like you?” Simran notoriously asked.
Danish laughed, and coincidently the waiter arrived holding the tray of drinks. “Your wish is my command.” Danish said before picking up the glasses from the tray and serving everyone.
The night continued with the live band playing music and guests playing games. Nayab was not interested in getting in trouble with all those crazy games, so she spent most of the night eating. Since it was a cocktail party, the menu mostly consisted of finger foods and chartreuse boards.
By eleven in the night, the live band was playing soft, romantic tunes. The tables were shifted to the sides and the middle part was left for people to dance.
“Nayab,” Danish startled her as she was eating brownie with ice-cream, sitting alone on a table. “Why are you sitting alone?”
She licked her lips to get rid of any smudged ice-cream. “Simran and Angad went to play truth and dare with their cousins.”
“You don’t want to play?” He opened his suit button and took a seat beside her. That’s when she noticed how good he looked in his brown suit and white shirt with no tie.
“Why would anyone want to play that? You have to choose between answering a very personal question or performing a crazy dare. No, thank you.” She scrunched her nose in uneasiness, before taking another bite of her dessert.
Her cuteness made him chuckle. “You’re the most introverted introvert I’ve ever met in my life.”
“Well, I would take that as a compliment. At least, this way you might remember me for the rest of your life.” She said with a hint of smugness.
She expected him to laugh at her, but instead his face turned slightly serious. “Trust me, I would be needing no reason to remember you for the rest of my life.”
That made her frown. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” He tilted his head closer to her, “that you are unforgettable, Nayab.”
