BY SOME MIRACLE, WE MANAGED TO HIRE a Rickshaw and ended up thrown into a tottering vehicle which seemed to be groaning every minute. The driver was kind enough to joke and accept the condition of his Rickshaw and charged us extra. Note the sarcasm.
We were brought into a small town away from the raging traffic of the city. The colony seems to be classic, with houses without slabs, and a small verandah In front of each.
Shoving the money in the driver's hand, we stumbled in front of the house of the lady Don- Rishi's grandmother.
"Are we sure?" I asked him once again.
"Do we have a choice?"
"I mean, we can sit somewhere with a bowl and sing. Especially you and people would sympathize with your lack of talent and we might earn something" I offered.
"I have got a better option, You can stand here and pass your lame jokes and people would sympathize with your zero sense of humor and we might earn some money. Then again, they would kick you out" He said everything so seriously, that people would take down notes thinking it was a business strategy.
I nodded along with him as we looked away with smiles on our faces. "My my! Look at you. You've gotten better at talking back"
"Situation asks for it" he mockingly raised his eyebrow and I shrugged.
"Let's go?" He asked. I watched the house once again and suppressed the desire to run away until something clicked.
"Hey! What about the nuptial chain and my hairline?! She wouldn't believe us without it!" Ahaan groaned at my words.
"You should've said that after we were kicked out!" I tried plucking my hair out, then remembered that they were too precious to me.
"What now? Do you have a lipstick or something?" He looked down at me in question.
"Why on earth would I carry lipstick with me, especially when I ran away from my house?" I stood at my tiptoes, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Well, why was a deodorant in your pocket then?" Ahaan's lips twitched and I felt my face on fire. Oh god! Can this day get any more embarrassing?
"T-that's not the point" My voice came out flustered.
We stood in silence for a moment, and suddenly I remembered I had a locket. "This will do" Even though it doesn't look like one. Totally different in fact.
He looked skeptical at it, yet nodded his head. "What about the red hairline? How on earth are we going to do that!?"
"I don't know!" I turned away, taking a few steps back. My body was aching to every nerve and muscle, pleading for some rest, but here I was, a torture I totally asked for.
Ahaan started walking down the lane and I immediately started following him. "Where are you going?"
"To fix this insanity"
"You mean, you are finally admitting you're insane and are willingly surrendering yourself to a mental asylum?"
"Meza?"
"Yes, Ahaan"
"Shut the fuck up"
I grinned. Following him, as he stopped in front of the only shop in the neighborhood.
"You have a red color pen?" Ahaan asked the grumpy-looking man with huge glasses sitting on his nose. Which was so broad that I could see his nasal hair. Oh god! The hell!
"No" He waved us off. I looked up at the signboard hanging on the wall.
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Once Upon A Wedding
Romansa★She was full of life, breaking every rule! He was obedient and always serious. ★She was a walking chaos. He likes his life quiet and composed without a damn mistake. Chaos interrupts- No! Hell breaks loose,when both are brought together for marria...
