THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

•∆18~𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

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“How much more wait?”Taniya's voice echoed through the room, sharp with impatience. “Aditya, you've been in that closet for over half an hour… What's taking so long?”

“Just a second, Nia!! I'm coming,”Aditya called back, his voice low from somewhere deep within the  closet.

“I have been hearing 'just a second' for the last thirty minutes, Adi,” Taniya retorted, her foot tapping impatiently against the floor.

"If you don't come out in the next two minutes, I-" Taniya started threatening but then Aditya emerged from the closet and her words died on her lips.

He was wearing a maroon kurta that shimmered under the light as the embroidery caught every ray and threw it back out in a thousand tiny sparkles.

He looked really good but what made her breath catch in her throat was the realization that his kurta was the exact same color as her dupatta.

She was wearing a beige suit, intricately embroidered and had paired it with a heavily embroidered maroon dupatta that was draped elegantly across her shoulder.

The two of them complemented each other so perfectly.

As Aditya went towards her and they stood side by side, they looked like they had been designed by the universe specifically to stand next to each other.

"Is this why you were late?" she asked slowly, realization dawning on her face  that he wasn't wearing the kurta she had seen him lay out earlier.

Aditya's face broke into a sheepish grin as he nodded. “Yes,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

“I wanted to surprise you so I didn't want you to find it and I hid it so perfectly that I had actually forgotten where I'd put it myself. I spent the last twenty minutes tearing the closet apart trying to find it”

She felt heat bloom in her cheeks, the realization sinking in that he had gone to all this trouble just to coordinate with her, just to make sure they looked like they belonged together.

His eyes swept across her face, taking in the way her eyes were shining and the soft blush on her cheeks.

“You look soo stunning” He said as he cupped her face gently in his hands, thumb brushing across her cheekbone. He tilted her chin up slightly, their eyes meeting just for a moment before he closed the distance between them and his lips met hers.

His hand moved to the back of her head, threading through her hair as he pulled her closer  like he couldn't get enough of her.She responded immediately, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders and fingers curling into the fabric of his kurta as she kissed him back.

When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless. He smiled as she adjusted her dupatta that had shifted from its place.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers as they made their way downstairs.

Everyone was dressed in their finest festive clothes but it was Naira who somehow managed to steal the entire show.

She was draped in a saree for the first time and was looking really elegant.Aditya took one look at her and couldn't resist saying,"Aray nayoo, bilkul achi nai lag rahi," he teased with that older-brother energy that was designed specifically to annoy younger sisters.
(You aren't looking good, even a little.)