The Unintentional Hit

Your Name in My Palms

The Mathur's, Roy's and Sharma's these three families came together joined hands as they are about to become families soon.

“Bas bhi karo Ruru... Itna dekhoge toh nazar lag jaigi..meri pyaari bhabhi ko” Yash teased him but instead of getting embarrassed or angry he mumbles, “Tumhari bhabhi hai hi itni sundar and plus what she is wearing making me not to look anywhere but just her.

As they exchanged rings, Yash and Ahana teamed up to lit up the environment.

Waah Waah Ram ji...Jodi kya banai...
Bhaiya aur Bhabhi ko Badhai ho Badhai
Sab rasmon se badi hain jag mein
Dil se Dil ki sagayi...

Yash sang the lyrics along with the music as he pulled them to get up from their seats and cheered them.

Aapki kripa se yeh shubh ghadi aayi
Aravi aur jijaji ko badhai ho badhai

Ahana comes from their behind singing
and teasing them which she only recieved a light smack on her shoulder from Aravi. Aravi turned back hiding her shyness.

When Ahana smiled and made her turn back.

Sab rasmon se badi hai jag mein
Dil se Dil ki sagayi...

While they sang while making Aravi and Rayan holding their hands.

The song ended and all they could hear clappings and hootings.

The function of Rayan and Aravi's official engagement has been just completed when everyone decided to continue the next rituals for  both the couples to be done together.
The next day was Mehendi where the grooms and the brides are supposed to write their beloved's name on their palms.
So as usual all were busy drawing mehendi on their palms, when Aravi was confused and can't decide which design she should ask the designer to draw on her palms.

“Didi, aap sochte rahiye main thodi der mein aati hoon..” The designer excused herself as her phone rang.

Meanwhile Aravi was scrolling the design when she heard, “Yeh waali..”

She turned around and looked at him.

“This one design will perfectly match mine see...” Rayan sits across her and showed his subtle simple design on his right palm.

“Wow...” She looked more into it and frowned before looking up at him.
“Par yaha toh mera naam hi nahi hain?” She complained.

“Toh tum ho na likh Dene ke liye” He said making her eyes widen as he pulled a cone of henna from his pocket.

Aravi blushed and accepted the cone from him and writes her name on his palm.

Soon the designer came and Aravi told her the design Rayan chose him for.

After drawing the design on both her palms, the designer asked her the name of her groom.

Aravi was just about to say when Rayan interrupted and asked the designer to leave.

“The way you wrote your name in my palms, I want to write my name on your palm too...
And then let see how dark the colour will become...” He winked.

He took the cone and wrote his name on my palm beautifully.

“This mehendi is not a ritual but will be a memory too... I will tell to my kids how their dad wrote his name on my palm and heart”
Aravi said and giggled at her thought.