The Broken Heart Syndrome

CHAPTER 18

RHYTHM

"Rhythm." Calls Gabi and I blink out of my stupor.

"Do you need help with the outfit?" she asks gesturing to the outfit in my arms. I have been staring at it for a minute like a lunatic.

We have just hurried back to the hotel to get ready for the engagement ceremony.

I have chosen a pure black velvet lehenga with a stunning sparkle effect for this ceremony. This dress literally took my breath away the first time I laid my eyes on it.

It was the first time in all this wedding endeavor that I thought, I wish this wedding was real. I would have loved to wear something this beautiful for the real thing.

I shake my head no to Gabi and close my bedroom door behind me. I take another shower and get into the dress.

The blouse drapes gracefully, featuring a wide sweetheart neckline and full sheer sleeves that softly flares out into bell shape over my palms. The black A-line skirt flares out, showcasing gradient of golden sparkles that intensifies at the hem and blend into the black fabric as they move upward.

This lehenga is so sophisticated that it makes my skinny-unnourished body look beautiful.

As soon as I come out of my room, mom bursts into tears and Rohan gapes with eyes wide.

"You look like a princess!" cries mom in my arms.

"Thanks ma but please don't cry or I will too." I plead

"Okay, okay I'm stopping." she sniffles.

I haven't noticed Jay standing with his mom in the room as well.

Giving them a smile and a hug, I turn to the full-length mirror.

"You look perfect Didi." Rohan whispers in my ear, kissing me on my cheeks.

Gabi verbalizes her similar sentiments, and Jay just gives me a playful wink.

Gabi is also in an ethnic attire in light green shade that makes her hair pop.

She looks incredible.

Soon the makeup artist and the hairstylist are ushered into the room.

We decided to keep my hair open in light waves, with dark eyes and soft nude lips. Pairing it all with some minimal gold jewellery.

I look like someone else.

"Come here Rhythm." mom calls, draping a sheer net black dupatta across my chest and back. She is subtly trying to cover my chest and failing.

It's not like I have much of a cleavage with my b-cups.

I laugh at her antics, "I don't mind ma. It's okay."

"I am not okay. It's too deep." she fusses

Waving her hand away, I tuck in the dupatta on my head with the help of a veil comb. The veil is long enough to trail behind me.

"Let me look at you first, oh my god!" I exclaim at my mother.

She is wearing a baby pink Lehenga making her look more beautiful than she already is.

I make her twirl around.

I look over at my brothers they're wearing similar outfits of cream Kurta and look so handsome.

I was told by Gabi that the whole theme was light and neutral tones for the guests and the decorations.

The dark colors were reserved for only the bride and groom.

"Aww, look at my babies. Looking so handsome." I coo at them pulling at their cheeks.

They both roll their eyes and bat my hand away.

A knock at the door is our cue to leave for the venue.

I guess this is really happening.

(the dress reference video 👇🏼)