"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬"
"Just leave me alone, abandon me like everyone else!" she exclaimed, breaking down.
I wanted to soothe her and hug her, but I couldn't because of what I had done three years ago. I am the on...
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The air crackled with excitement. Jaipur, the pink city, beckoned. Aniket and Kiara's wedding, a grand destination affair, was a mere two days away. Tomorrow, the entire clan would descend upon the majestic forts and palaces, ready to paint the desert sands with celebrations. But before the whirlwind of ceremonies and rituals began, there was one crucial mission: wedding shopping.
REVA, the upscale fashion haven, was their chosen battleground. Kiara, the radiant bride-to-be, practically vibrated with anticipation.
"Tridha, darling, you have to see the new collection! They have these breathtaking lehengas, perfect for the sangeet. And the sherwanis for Aniket? Oh my god, I can't even!" Her voice was a melody of pure joy.
Tridha, ever the pragmatic one, smiled indulgently. "Kiara, relax. We have plenty of time."
A shadow flickered across Kiara's face, a fleeting cloud in her otherwise sunny disposition.
"Kiara, are you alright?" Tridha asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
Kiara forced a smile. "Just a bit overwhelmed, I guess. It's all happening so fast." Aniket, standing beside her, placed a reassuring hand on her arm.
The dazzling lights of REVA, Vidyut Agarwal's flagship store, reflected in the wide, expectant eyes of the wedding party. Inside, the air buzzed with the hushed excitement of high fashion and impending nuptials. Abhimanyu and Aniket, tasked with conquering the groom's wardrobe, navigated the racks of exquisitely tailored sherwanis and kurtas.
"This one," Abhimanyu declared, holding up a richly embroidered sherwani in a deep maroon. "This screams 'groom'."
Aniket, however, looked less than enthusiastic. "It's...nice," he said, the word laced with a distinct lack of conviction. "But I feel like I'm going to a costume party."
Abhimanyu sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. "Dude, it's your wedding! You're supposed to look like royalty."
"I'd rather look like myself," Aniket muttered, running a hand through his hair. He picked up a simpler, more understated kurta in a soft beige. "What about this?"
