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67. Sakhilya (Part 2)

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"Subhadra, do you really think it's necessary to splurge on such an expensive lehenga for the reception?" Krishna quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm as she admired herself in a peach-colored dress adorned with intricate and obviously pricey details. "Just a reminder, it's Bhaiyya's wedding, not yours. You don't have to be the center of attention for once." He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by her lavish choice and the prospect of her stealing the spotlight.

With just a month remaining until the wedding, the Singh family had finally assembled in Mumbai for the long-awaited wedding shopping spree. After months of anticipation and planning, the bustling city streets provided the backdrop for their collective excitement and last-minute preparations.

"Exactly, it's Bhaiyya's wedding, not yours!" Subhadra shot back, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "If I don't get to be pampered, then who will?"

Jagdish watched the exchange with a twinkle in his eye, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile as Subhadra retorted to Krishna. He let out a soft chuckle. "Obviously, my Pari looks the best. There's no one to match your beauty, Choti," he crooned, his voice dripping with affection. He walked over to her, adjusting the edge of her dress and gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You deserve to feel special," he continued, his tone soothing as if he were speaking to a cherished child. "Just look at you, turning heads and stealing hearts. How could anyone compete with my beautiful engineer bacha?" He kissed her forehead tenderly, his eyes filled with pride and love, completely oblivious to Krishna's growing irritation.

Krishna's nose wrinkled. "I've heard about Papa ki Pari, but nowhere in the world will you find Bhaiyya ki Pari!" He looked at Jagdish. "Such a brat."

Subhadra glared at Krishna before hugging Jagdish tightly.

"Oh, come on, she's just a baby. Let her have some fun." Jagdish kissed her temple and grinned.

Yashoda sighed. "Krishna is right, Sher," she said, giving Jagdish a stern look. "You pamper her too much, and that's not good."

"Maa!" Subhadra pouted. "For you, Krish is always right, isn't it?"

Veer interjected, "No, Subhadra, you should try to understand others as well. Imagine if you grabbed everyone's attention at the party, Nishita might feel left out. And... it's her wedding, bacha."

"She won't feel anything like that," Jagdish said firmly, looking at Veer. "She's not petty. At least I know that much about her."

Veer stared silently at his son and sighed.

"Beta, it's not about her being petty," Yashoda interjected, her voice calm and soothing as she tried to ease the tension between her husband and son. "I know Nishita doesn't care about these things, but being a bride is a once-in-a-lifetime moment. It's a day where she should shine the brightest, without anyone overshadowing her. We all want her to feel as special as possible on her big day." She looked at Jagdish with a gentle yet firm expression, hoping to make him understand the importance of the occasion. "It's about giving her the spotlight she deserves, ensuring her wedding day is unforgettable for all the right reasons."

"Maa, my fiancée choosing to be simple is her own decision," Jagdish argued, a hint of frustration in his voice. "How can Choti's flashy choices possibly overshadow Nishita's understated elegance? They're two entirely different styles." He threw up his hands in exasperation, glancing at his sister who was still preening in her expensive lehenga. "Choti wants to sparkle and dazzle, and that's fine. Nishita's simplicity is what makes her special. It's like comparing apples and oranges. Both can coexist without one outshining the other." He shook his head, a bemused smile forming as he imagined the contrast. "Besides, it's not like Subhadra's lehenga is going to steal Nishita's thunder. Nishita is just gorgeous the way she is..." he paused, his eyes wandering to the floor as he muttered to himself. "Even with her cute tiny skirts."

Images of Nishita trying to seduce him flashed before his eyes and his cheeks colored a shade of pink.

"What?" Krishna pried, curiosity piqued.

Jagdish cleared his throat. "Listen up, everyone. Subhadra will buy whatever she likes, and the same goes for all of you. You dragged me along on this shopping spree, and now you're bickering over trivial things," he said, his voice carrying a playful sternness. "Come on, make it challenging for me to pay the bills. I'd love nothing more than to burn holes in my savings for you guys." His chuckle was warm and infectious, prompting Yashoda to laugh along with him. The tension in the shop eased, and the atmosphere lightened.

Krishna shook his head disapprovingly. "I don't want to buy these stupid apparel. Just get me a better pair of headphones."

Veer glared at his younger son. "Krishna!"

"Done," Jagdish said, glaring at his father and ending the conversation with a smile towards Krishna. "I'll buy you the best headphones, and everyone else can choose what they want."

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A/N

I often find myself yearning for a brother like Jagdish. Is it too much to ask to rewrite my own birth story, just to have at least one sibling? Seeing my friends revel in the joys of siblinghood or cherish their strong cousin bonds sometimes leaves me feeling envious. With no siblings or close cousins of my own, I turn to stories like these to fill that void, living vicariously through their bonds on the pages I read and write.

Also, there's going to be quite a long line of chapters for the wedding,  so I'll bring in a few of my shadi sangeet favorites like I did for 'Not A Simple Engineer Boy.' starting with 'Yeh Ladki Haye Allah.'

Come on, everyone dance for Jagdish and Nishita now!

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