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36. Bachelorette Disaster

My life was turning more miserable with every passing day towards my wedding. I was not getting my beauty sleep. I was panicking about Evara running away from the wedding.

Heck I even dreamed about the bride getting changed one night and avoided sleeping since then.

I had planned to sneak in as a woman in Evara's Mehandi ceremony.

Like literally stole one of Amara's saree's and wrapped it around myself until I couldn't fucking walk. And fell on my face.

Amara had walked in and squinted her eyes at me.

Judging me hard. It started with her laughing about how I looked like a mummy straight of a coffin and then glared at me when she found a huge hole and my feet through the saree.

"Bhai! How did you even manage to make a hole?!" She asked while staring at the hole and I sat on the floor cross legged like a well behaved child who was getting scolded by parent.

She made me pay for the saree though.
Petty little princess.

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And now I had been sitting on a small couch opposite to Evara. But there had to be seven freaking cloths between us.

Why?

Cause they wanted to follow traditions!
If they really wanted to follow traditions. They could have started backwards... you know suhagraat first, then wedding and all...

My mother dearest glared right then. Straight into my soul as if she had heard my intrusive thoughts.

I smiled at her with the most innocence I could muster and she broke into a full blown smile. Her hands still had the haldi from before which she had applied on me.

"Amar Sona!" She gushed and walked up to me pushing away the relative who was applying haldi on my arms.

"Maa!" I gasped at the feeling of being crushed in her hug. She rubbed her cheek against my face and kissed my forehead.

"You look so much like your papa. No wonder I could never stay angry with you for long!" She gushed again while papa walked up next to her pulled her towards himself and she gasped while he smiled sweetly at her.

"Amar premo... Give me a hug too. Or are all the hugs reserved for our kids now?" He asked and she pursed her lips a playful smile on her lips.

"My big kid wants a hug?" She asked and he raised an eyebrow at her calling him a big kid...

"You are too naughty for your age... We will have grandkids soon love. Grow up." He sighed trying to hide the smile that he always had when he was in my mother's presence.

"You can be the mature grandparent. I will be the fun one!" She giggled and appiled the haldi she had on her hand on his nose and ran away while pushing him away.