[a desi arranged marriage story] ── bound by an arranged marriage, they never saw love coming-until it did, without warning ──
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Today, Advay and Idika celebrated their mehendi ceremony. Today's ceremony featured yellow and pink flowers adorning the space around Idika as she sat, while mehendi artists adorned her hands. Other women were getting their hands decorated from assistant artists. The scene was alive with colors and intricate designs, casting a spell of celebration and joy over the gathering.
As Advay sat surrounded by his friends and cousins, enjoying their playful banter, his cousin Anshika couldn't help but comment on Idika's beauty. "She's fucking beautiful, You're one lucky guy to have her," Advay's gaze drifted towards her, admiring her beauty. He watched as her hair cascaded over her face, her attempts to brush it away without using her hands only adding to her charm. Even the slightest frown on her face seemed to enhance her ethereal beauty, a sight that captivated him every time he met her.
Advay excused himself from the group, leaving them puzzled, and made his way to the food section. He selected some snacks for Idika and approached her sister-in-law. "Um, Mahira Bhabhi, do you happen to have a hair tie or scrunchie?" he inquired. Understanding his intention, she nodded and handed him a scrunchie without hesitation. With the scrunchie and a plate in hand, Advay made his way toward Idika.
Meanwhile, Kritika had intended to approach Idika but noticed Advay sitting with her. Smiling to herself, she decided to go get her hands adorned with mehendi instead.
"Hi," Advay muttered softly as he settled beside Idika. It took mere moments for her frown to transform into a radiant smile.
"Hey, what are you doing here? You should go sit with your friends; you'll get bored here," she suggested, although secretly hoping he would stay with her.
Advay grinned, his eyes twinkling as he replied, "I'd rather be here with you. Besides, I brought you some snacks." He handed her the plate of food he had picked out earlier.
Idika's smile widened, touched by his gesture. "Thank you," she said gratefully,"You're sweet."
Advay shrugged casually. "Just trying to make sure my future fiancée doesn't go hungry," he teased, his tone playful.
"But first, let me help you with your hair. I brought a scrunchie from your bhabhi," Advay offered, standing up and gently gathering Idika's hair to tie it into a ponytail. He secured it with the scrunchie, his fingers delicately weaving through her hair with care.
Hoots and claps erupted from their friends as they witnessed Advay's gesture, causing Idika to blush. This time, instead of being shy, Advay grinned proudly, his confidence shining through.
"Guys, stop," Idika exclaimed, though secretly enjoying the teasing. Laughter filled the air as Advay began to feed Idika the snacks he had brought. Flustered, Idika accepted a bite of the cheese corn roll he offered. As the mehendi artists worked, Advay continued to feed her.
