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THE WEDDING PREPARATIONS
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"White rose petals down the ceiling and a flower bed on the carpet, pink roses only. Mess anything up and I'll permanently mess with your family jewels down there." Aaysha said with her signature lethal smile. And in a blink she was onto the event planner, letting the florist breathe for a moment. The way she had threatened to dis-ball him about fifteen times in a mere two minutes could never not be any less fascinating.
"Ma'am, the bridal entry song-"
"Okay, the song she's chosen for the entry is kudmayi, and if that ain't the case, the last minute backup, uh- wait. What was it?" She heaved a huge sigh of exhaustion and picked out a certain page from the diary she carried everywhere, never seeming to part from it.
"Okay yeah, the last minute backup is either piya ghar aave or peer vi tu. And yes, dina shagna shouldn't be played, not even by mistake. Make sure of it. Or she'll make sure the white roses are red." She paused. "With our blood." And there it was, her pretty bloody touch.
And just when her brain could be swarmed by any more thoughts, her phone rang. By one the one and only, the beloved bride- Aadriti.
Now you all must be wondering, this bride with so many demands, everything honed to perfection and details down to even a single flower decorated on an individual table. Well that's our girl. And quite frankly, after the journey hell and back she had been through in the past one year, this is the least she deserves.
After a bazillion fuckeries taking place in the timespan of just six months, her life took more turns than in a roller coaster. And the rest six months trying to reverse it to human-able form.
"Yes, Aadriti, I made sure of it. Everything is alright. You won't faint on the aisle. And yes, I'll be right beside you if you stumble." Aaysha smiled, despite the dark circles gracing her under eye or the hoarse throat from all the screaming and directing.
"Everything aside, I want you to sit down right now." Aadriti said with a sigh.
"I'm okay Adi." Aaysha grinned.
"Shut up, sit the fuck down and have a glass of water. In front of me." And just then, the phone lit up with the request to switch to video call.
Aaysha mumbled a few colorful words under breath and picked up. Simultaneously grabbing a glass of water from the table.
"Here. I'm drinking it." She said, gulping the whole glass down in one sip. "Easy girl, no one's snatching it from you." Aadriti giggled. And her eyes softened as she fondly looked at her best friend, pretty much running hell and back to make her bucket list come true. Sure it wasn't an easy task to be both the bridesmaid/maid of honor/ wedding planner/ the nightmare of all who acted as obstacles in her preparations.
"Don't you dare thank me. Or I'm gonna have to pull your intestines down your nose." Aaysha threatened, "You're my best friend and the things you've done for me and everyone. You deserve this Adi. You deserve a break more than the president." though it sounded like an exaggeration but somewhere it rang true to how much both the girls had suffered whilst keeping each other's back. And walked out of the battles grinning, even if they were laced with blood head to toe.
Aadriti's eyes welled up hearing the words. No matter what she'd done, she still didn't deem herself worthy of all the efforts her batch was making for her.
It just didn't start or end with Aaysha, yet she was one of the strongest pillars Adi had during the battles. She had ended up in a bond tighter than a heartbroken lover with his poems.
The same batch with whom she'd seen the pinnacle of her college life as well as gotten the dirtiest of looks. In the end, all of it nuzzled together and worked out in a way she'd never imagined. The outcomes still shook her to the core.
From not having the strength to walk in the corridor halls to proudly walking down the aisle in front of the whole college, with their support. Like having all their hands proudly clap her back as she walked down to get her winning trophy. The trophy in the form of peace and a life forward.
With the one and only. Her exclusive, Mr Malhotra, used-to-be heartthrob of all introvertsie girls.
The same boy who'd stood beside her when the whole world had turned their heads away and switched to making videos and catching any glimpse they could possibly get of her.
He'd smashed cameras, he'd held her as she cried, he'd been her wall of courage when all she wanted was to stop breathing.
Rare as it was to come across such people.
A proper match made in heaven, they both well deserved the love they'd craved for their entire lives.
"Okay okay meri chhod. Jiju ka kya huh? Lehenga dikhaya unhe?" (leave my topic. What about my brother in law- did you show him your dress?) Aaysha had her smug voice filter on, which received a chuckle from Adi.
"Nope. This is kinda a secret. His and mine are gonna be somewhat contrasting, somewhat matching outfits. We left that work to the designer. Rest he'll get to see me when I finally walk down the aisle. If he tried to peak-"
"Please tell me I'm allowed to kick him in the ribs- I'll avoid the face 'cause well, the wedding pictures need to be instagram worthy-"
"AAYSHAAA. Take a comma babe. a breath."
Adi giggled as Aaysha took another sip of water. "But I'm not kidding, you know? My followers have their breaths held, desperately wanting updates of you and Mr Desi Romeo."
"okay Aaysha. As much as I love to hear your stories, I'm just leaving home for my spa and nails. We'll meet up at 7. Same place. Yeah?"
Adi finished in a hush as she picked her car keys.
"Tu bhi na. Baato me laga deti hain. Chal me also go now. Duniya bhar ka kaam reh raha hain."
(You silly, always engaging us in these talks. Okay, I'm also going now. Got so much work pending.)
And with that. Both of them said their byes and continued with their work for the day.
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And here's the first chapter. It might sound a bit weird as to how, when or what's all happening. But a little patience, my lovelies~
We'll get to their story soon ♡
Stay tuned for more updates-Luna
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