OPPOSITES: S.GILL

10

The next day dawned with a flurry of activity, excitement, and nerves. Today was the day of Diya and Abhi's wedding, and the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. As I got ready, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the bridal party, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"So, are you ready to witness your brother's downfall?" Shubman quipped from across the room, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he adjusted his cufflinks.

I rolled my eyes playfully, shooting him a sarcastic smile. "Oh, absolutely. I can't wait to see him tied down for life."

Shubman chuckled, his laughter filling the room as he walked over to me, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You know, for someone who claims to hate weddings, you seem to be enjoying yourself."

"I never said I hated weddings. I just hate the unnecessary drama that comes with them," I retorted, earning a playful eye-roll from Shubman.

"Ah, yes. Because weddings are never dramatic," he teased, a smirk dancing on his lips.

I laughed, shaking my head at his antics. "Alright, Mr. Smarty Pants. Let's see how you handle all the drama today."

"As long as you're by my side, I can handle anything," Shubman replied, his tone softening as he took my hand in his.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. Despite his teasing nature, there was a sweetness to Shubman that never failed to melt my heart.

As we made our way to the venue, the air was alive with excitement and anticipation. The vibrant colors, the melodious music, and the scent of flowers filled the air, creating an infectious festive atmosphere.

The wedding ceremony was a beautiful blend of tradition and modernity, with Diya and Abhi exchanging vows amidst a backdrop of floral decorations and twinkling lights. As they declared their love for each other, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion wash over me, my eyes misting with tears of happiness.

After the ceremony, it was time for the reception-a lively affair filled with delicious food, upbeat music, and spirited dancing. Shubman and I found ourselves on the dance floor, our laughter mingling with the music as we moved to the rhythm.

However, I could not stop looking at Shubman. His charm just seemed to pull me in.

"Can't stop looking at me, love?" He winked as he kissed my lips quickly

"You know, for someone who claimed to have two left feet, you're not half bad," Shubman teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he twirled me around.

I laughed, swatting playfully at his arm. "Hey, I'll let you know I'm an excellent dancer. You're just lucky to have me as your partner."

"Ah, of course. How could I forget?" Shubman replied, his grin widening as he pulled me closer.

As we danced, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I felt truly happy in Shubman's arms, surrounded by the laughter and love of our friends and family.

However, our moment of bliss was soon interrupted by an unwelcome guest-a persistent suitor who seemed determined to win my affection.

"Hey, beautiful. Care to dance?" the boy slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol as he stumbled towards me.

I frowned, stepping back as Shubman moved protectively closer to me, his expression growing stern.

"I think she's had enough dancing for one night," Shubman replied, his tone firm as he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

The boy sneered, his gaze flickering with annoyance. "And who are you supposed to be? Her boyfriend?"

Shubman's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger. "As a matter of fact, I am."

I blinked in surprise, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me at Shubman's words. Despite his sarcastic exterior, there was a fierce loyalty to him that I couldn't help but admire.

The boy scoffed, his bravado faltering slightly as he backed away. "Fine. Have it your way. But mark my words, sweetheart. I'll be back."

As he stumbled into the crowd, Shubman turned to me, his expression softening as he cupped my face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Shubman smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Anytime, love."