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The Slipping Words

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the palace courtyard, where the Mayra Dastur celebration was in full swing. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and marigold, mingling with the sounds of traditional music and laughter.

Jiya, dressed in a stunning pink Rajputi dress, stood at the entrance of the grand hall. The intricate embroidery of her lehenga sparkled in the evening light, every thread catching the brilliance of the setting sun. Her choli, adorned with delicate mirror work and fine zari, complemented the flowing skirt, which cascaded in layers of soft, shimmering fabric. The ensemble was completed with a dupatta, gracefully draped over her shoulder and pinned with a brooch that glistened like a star.

"Mumma!!Papa Kaisi lag rahi hu mai?" Jiya asked her parents.

"Ek dum pari jaisi!!" Mrunali, Jiya's mother answered. She was also dressed in a green coloured rajputi poshak.

"Nazar na lag jaaye meri beti ko" Mohit answered and closed his eyes in order to not get emotional seeing her daughter.

"Papa abhi mere jaane me time hai! Aise emotional mat karo mera makeup kharab ho jaayega" Jiya said dramatically but she was also sad.

"Bass tujhse jyada tere in nakhro ko miss karenge hum" Mrunali muttered.

"Papaaaa" jiya whinned.

"Kya mrunali tum bhi?" Mohit said and hugged her daughter. Mrunali glared at them, Jiya also pulled her in the hug

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Abhishek, dressed in a striking pink indo-western sherwani. The sherwani was a perfect blend of traditional and contemporary design: its soft pink fabric was embroidered with intricate silver patterns that shimmered subtly in the ambient light. The modern cut, with its asymmetrical hem and sleek silhouette, complemented the classic features of the attire, making it a fitting match to Jiya's pink Rajputi dress.

Time seemed to slow for Abhishek as he took in the sight of Jiya. Abhishek's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly in awe. Overcome by the sheer beauty and grace of Jiya, he staggered back a step, placing a dramatic hand over his heart as if struck by an invisible force. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and he swayed as though he were about to faint.

Feigning a swoon, he clutched his chest with both hands and let out an exaggerated gasp. With a theatrical gesture, he collapsed onto a nearby sofa, leaning back with a flourish as if he had been struck down by the sight of Jiya.

He walked near her. "Aaj mujhe maar he dhaalne ka iraada hai kya"

Jiya,could not help but smile, "Ab aap kuch aisa he samjh lijiye Mr.Bhati"

Abhishek,getting shocked by her answer,"Acha Mrs.Bhati? Aajkl aap kuch jyada he bold nahi ho gayi hain?

She just smiled at him,"Ab aap he ka asar hai".

Abhishek decided to flirt with her," Jiya tumhe pata hai? Yeh jagah na aur bhi jyada khubsurat ho gayi hai?

Jiya asked curiously," Hein? Kaise?"

Abhishek said grinning,"Ab tum baithi ho yaha pe,toh khubsurat toh honi he thi na!

"Ek he toh dil hai Abhishek, kitni baar jeetoge?" Jiya asked playfully.