"I thought you hated hugs" , I voiced out as he wrapped his arms ever so gently around me.
"I still do, but hugs from you are an exception", he pulled me closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Intrigued, I slightly tilted my head...
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Indian Weddings are by far the most hectic compared to those in other countries. By hectic, I mean the numerous festivities that take place before the 'actual' wedding. Just when you think that a 'particular ceremony' is finally over and you might get some time to relax, you are greeted by another celebration.
Just like how we had finished with the Haldi function in the morning and now were on the threshold of entering into the most awaited function of the entire Wedding - a celebration where the families, relatives , friends and everyone attending it actually enjoy themselves to the fullest. No, it's not the big day. Of Course 'The Wedding Day' holds the most significance, but 'The Sangeet Ceremony' has its own unique charm.
You see families from both sides grooving to the music, showcasing the moves they had been perfecting for weeks.One can see everyone, from the youngest children to the oldest relatives losing themselves in the music. You can witness the purest and the most heartfelt expressions of affection, through the dances and songs that the bride and groom dedicate to each other. In my opinion, the Sangeet Ceremony is like a quick breather before D-Day.
So coming to the point. After taking a quick nap post the Haldi Ceremony, me and Diya had reached Meera's room with all of our outfits and accessories as we had decided to get ready together. Meera had appointed top makeup and hairstyle artists who helped us get ready in no time. I kid you not when I say that I freaked out when the makeup artist saw the purplish mark on my neck and stifled a laugh. But luckily my friends were rather too busy having their makeup done than to look at me and Thank Lord, the lady , who was doing my makeup, did not say anything about it and just focused on covering it up.
All of us changed into our respective outfits, had our hair styled and were ready to rock the dance floor.
Me and Diya left for the venue together which was the Grand Hall located in the hotel itself just beside the garden where the Haldi function had taken place. Meera did not accompany us because she and Harsh had a special entry planned which was supposed to take place after the hall was filled with the invited people.
As we stepped in the hall , we both were awestruck by the decoration as a 'WOW' escaped our lips. The decoration followed a theme of white and blue. There was a centrally placed stage or you may call it the dance floor, which was surrounded by chairs and tables. There was no doubt that both the families had spent a hell lot of money. And why wouldn't they? Both Harsh and Meera were very respected and renowned names in their fields and they had worked hard to earn the money.
Soft music played in the background while people started filling up the hall. Me and Diya grabbed some drinks as the waiter stopped by us and offered them.
