"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 courtyard of the haveli, transformed into a vibrant kaleidoscope of colors and laughter, pulsed with the rhythm of the mehendi ceremony. The air, thick with the earthy fragrance of henna and the sweet melody of folk music, buzzed with excitement. Women, their hands adorned with intricate designs, sang traditional songs, their voices blending with the joyous chatter.
Kiara, radiant in a stylish indo-western outfit, her smile as bright as the desert Sun, sat surrounded by her friends and family. Her hands, already blooming with delicate henna patterns, were meticulously filled with darker, more intricate designs.
Aniket, equally dashing, sat beside her, patiently waiting for his turn.
Amidst the festive chaos, Tridha sat quietly, her laptop perched on her lap. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, meticulously arranging the details of the varmala ceremony, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was a picture of focused efficiency, a calm island in the sea of celebrations.
One by one, guests approached Tridha, urging her to join the mehendi festivities. "Tridha, beta, come apply some mehendi," Kiara's mother said, her voice gentle. "It's such an auspicious occasion."
Tridha smiled politely. "Thank you, Aunty, but I'm fine. I have a few things to finalize for the varmala. I wouldn't want to miss any detail."
Seeing Tridha's reluctance, Aniket also joined in. "Come on, Tridha," he said playfully. "Don't be a spoilsport. Everyone's having fun."
Tridha chuckled. "I'm having fun too," she replied, gesturing towards her laptop. "This is my kind of fun."
The requests continued a gentle chorus of persuasion. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the mehendi, except Tridha. They all looked at Abhimanyu as if he was her husband but he simply shrugged his shoulders as he knew her very well. He knew that Tridha would not apply mehendi just for the sake of it.
Finally, Abhishek, a man of quiet authority and deep respect, approached Tridha. His presence commanded attention, a gentle force that could not be easily denied.
