Once Upon A Wedding

1| Ran away

M E Z A A R O R A

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APPLYING THE LAST STROKE ON MY eyelid, I kept the liner aside on the table and gazed at my reflection. I didn't disappoint.

Nude lipstick.

Wing liner.

High ponytail.

Passed-out Makeup artists in my bed.

Jine Mera dil luteya Oho! blasting outside awaiting my Baraat.

Perfect atmosphere to run away!

Grabbing the bag and tossing it on my shoulder, I took a last glance at my room in which I spent 23 years of my pretty crazy life. From falling off the bed in the pillow fight with my sister to walking like a zombie to my mother's room to tell her that I threw up in the middle of the night.

So much has changed since then. And I wish I wasn't driven to this point of craziness to pull this stunt. There is no going back.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. I cringed as the loud wailing of my cousin Mahvi, reached my ears. Radhika di ran like a mad woman, stumbling to feed her 6th child.

Once the coast was clear, I tip-toed out of the room, clutching the bag to my chest. The huge hall awaited my sight which was decorated with red and white roses, gorgeous chandeliers hanging down which shimmed in the gold. Everything was rubbed off and cleaned to the point I could see my reflection as if looking in the mirror.

The huge pillars were covered in pearl nets, which was craved in significant and historical scenes that creeped me out since day one.

The servants I barely know the names of hopped around frantically, sweat pouring down their faces as they tried to keep everything perfect, just the way my dictator of a father likes.

The hat I wore was beneficial along with my simple pair of jeans and a top. The few guests that arrived were busy admiring the decorations and gossiping about the exes of the bride.

Grabbing a gol gappa from the stall and throating it down, I walked outside from the back door. My mother and my sister would be in my room any minute and would get the shock of their lives that I have been telling them to believe.

Turning away I realised I had to take the way more common for the guest. Keeping my head low, I walked between the people who were wearing 10kg lehenga as if it were their own wedding. The traitorous smell of pasta and Pulao almost made me fly to them and devour them, except I have pretty good self-control. I opted for collecting my favourites in a cover.

Never compromise on food.

"I have to talk to her! Just let me get in!" I heard someone shouting and turned to my right. A healthy guy stood at the entrance with three other men yelling and creating a ruckus.

The healthy guy.

My latest ex.

7th.

"She is getting married you idoits!" My cousin Rahul roared at them making them back away.

At that moment I realized why my best friend of 6 months used to say that.

'Meza, when you marry, hearts are going to break and so is the gate of your house.'

She was right.

In between the ruckus, I walked past them, finally crossing the gate. With a sigh, I sat down in the grass away from all the lights and pulled out all of the food I had stolen in my way. The veg rolls smelled heavenly and I immediately started to devour it.

"Hurry up! It's Arora's elder daughter who is getting married. We can't miss the food and her dress" An old croaked voice blessed my ears and I had to groan.

"Miss, what's that you are eating?" The old man asked, dressed in a kurta, matching the color of his white hair.

"Veg rolls" I took another bite.

"Are they yummy?"

"Yeah! but you should definitely try the creamy pasta. It's fab" I advised.

"Oh! I don't like it but I will ask my granddaughter to eat that" The old man smiled heartily as he looked up at the huge estate, the reflection burning in his eyes. "Between, Who are you?"

I stood up and grabbed my bag. "Me? I'm the Arora's elder daughter!" I smiled at him as his smile dropped. I started to walk away.

"Oh! Wait-what?" His voice seemed distant when I crossed the main gates sprinting off into the darkness.

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"You bitch! May you rot in hell!" I sneered, clenching my fist, my eyes reddening in anger.

The only girl I thought I could trust with my plan, flew off to Manali right when I told her I would be running away from my wedding and would come to stay at her place.

So much for being a bestfriend!

They say, hearts are broken when your love betrays you. Bitch, have you ever been betrayed by your best friend?

Her whole damn house is empty and locked and here I am 40km away from my home, stranded in the chilly night doomed to freeze to death.

The pitch of darkness enveloped me, my feet numb due to the low temperature. It's been 2 hours since I sneaked out of my house and I am pretty sure the havoc has started.

Poor Ahaan must be shocked.

No! He isn't poor. He is a cold bastard, remember?

My eyes were trained on the phone as I walked past a small dhaba. The nearest hotels seemed to be an hour away from here. Maybe I can walk, or...

A surprised and terrified scream erupted from my throat as my bag was not so humanly snatched away from my arm by a guy on the bike who drove away.

"You! Stop you Coward!" My feet wouldn't stop, my breath couldn't get even and I felt a dulling ache in the side of my abdomen due to running. The two men who stood by the dhaba turned out to be the thieves, and I swear I'm going to chew them out if I ever find them.

" S-St-t-o-o-p! P-ph-lea-se! " My voice was no more available. My feet gave away and my knees bent, making me fall in the middle of the road.

Damn! This is more exhausting than I thought. My phone, my money, my food, every damn thing that was required to survive was snatched away.

The blaring sound of the horn hit my ears and I looked up to see a car racing towards me which seemed to have no intentions of slowing down. Before my reflexes acted and I ran away, it was too late.

The car took a turn inches away from my face and collided right with the huge pine tree, creating a huge commotion and loud smoke erupting. The crackling sound of the tree seemed harmless until I peeked up to see that it was dangerously bent, probably breathing its last.

With my heart racing like crazy as I am, I ran towards the destroyed car and dipped my head to see if the driver was alive or not.

His eyes were closed, long eyelashes resting on his face as his chest heaved up and down due to the accident. His lousy black hair seemed very familiarly set and so did his high cheekbones. The pointed nose reminded me of someone. Hell! His cologne smells nice. Nice like Ahaan's.

Wait

No!

I peeked down once again and to my horror, his head turned upwards to meet my face and I gasped.

Holy shit!

What on earth is Ahaan Sharma, as in living body, as in black shirt looking hot and pissed as the pressure cooker, as ever doing here?

The man I left stranded at the wedding?

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