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After their breakfast with both the families, Prisha and Diya joined the ladies to look after the mehendi preparations while Veer, Sahil and the other men busied themselves with the other decoration arrangements. The day passed swiftly, everyone ensuring the venue mirrored Harsh and Meera's envisioned decor, ambiance, and atmosphere.
Later, as the evening approached, Veer and Prisha found themselves alone in their room. While Veer was sprawled on his bed engrossed in his phone, Prisha sat cross-legged on her bed, meticulously arranging her accessories and the greenish shade lehenga she would be wearing for the Mehendi.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted their quiet moment. They both glanced up looking at each other. Veer pushed himself off the bed to open the door.
"Move" Diya declared nonchalantly as she entered the room with a garment bag slung over her shoulder. Veer scrunched his eyebrows in confusion on her unexpected arrival.
"Prishu, I am here with my stuff!" she said, keeping the bag on the sofa and settled on the bed , facing Prisha, who gave her a radiant smile.
"What's going on here ?" Veer asked as he approached them after shutting the door.
"We are gonna get ready for the function in Prisha's room and you must leave the room right now." Diya gave him a mocking smile.
"You can't just force me to go out. It's my room too. In fact Diya ,you should just leave my room at this very second", he snapped back.
"Prishaaaaa" she whined looking at her best friend, who had halted her work, clearly enjoying their banter. Veer looked at Prisha contemplating her to take his side. But who was he even kidding ? He knew best friends always win!
"Veer, can you go to Sahil's room to get ready .... please?" Prisha looked at him with puppy eyes, stressing on the last word a bit longer. Sighing, he moved to his suitcase and took out his outfit for the evening, of course the outfit being of the same color shade and surprisingly of the same design as Prisha's. Both the girls giggled looking at him as he started walking towards the door.
"You don't have to say please. You just have to tell me " he said before shutting the door. Prisha's cheeks turned into a very light shade of pink hearing his words.
"Ohho!! You have got him wrapped around your finger " Diya teased.
"It's nothing like that. He's just ... being considerate" Prisha blushed more, continuing to lay out her jewellery.
"Uh huh sure.... That blush on your cheeks tells otherwise. " Diya winked getting up from the bed, pulling out her own outfit from the garment bag.
"Okay enough about Veer. Let's focus on getting ready. We need to look stunning tonight. " Prisha said, getting up from the bed.
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