Sayesha got Rohan

1. Bachelorette successful

✨ POV :~ SAYESHA ✨

There's nothing quite like the feeling of escaping a whirlwind week at work and home for a night of unfiltered fun.

I leaned back on the plush sofa, savoring the buzz of Kritika's (my bestfriend's) bachelorette party. The room, dimly lit with fairy lights, felt like a much-needed break from deadlines and demanding clients.

Kritika — is my bestfriend. Bestest friend. We met in childhood and immediately decided that we're going to be best friends for life. We had a LOT in common. Trust me when I say A LOT !

And this week? She is getting married to a richie-rich man, Kshitij Gupta, who is equally HOT and MUSCULAR, but hey, he is my bestfriend's fiancèe now. Sorry, Kri.

Kritika sat in the middle, surrounded by champagne bottles, confetti, and all the love in the room. She was glowing, not just because of the sparkly dress she wore, but because tonight was all about her.

We'd planned it that way—a small, intimate celebration in a hotel room, just us girls. No loud clubs or strangers crashing the vibe, just Kritika, Priti, Shreya, and me. Because, she needed it to be that way.

Talking of Priti, another bestfriend of mine.

We — I, Kritika and Sayesha are trio since school days. We're the kind of bestfriends, GenZ these days dream to fulfil the #bestfriendsforevergoals with, but sad, this world will never let them complete that dream.

World is nasty-nasty place.

I came to realize this when I turned barely four... three maybe.

I don't even remember.

Priti handed out the next round of shots, her energy infectiously loud as always. "Alright, bride-to-be, your turn. Drink up!" she chirped, her eyes twinkling with utter mischief. Go my girl !!!!

But our Kritika, Madam was lost in her dreamy own world. Not her mistake, love makes you fool.

Priti clapped twice infront of Kri's eyes and she finally came out of her dreamy- Kshitij's world.

Kritika groaned dramatically, but I could see the happiness in her eyes. She is actually happy. Well, she deserves this. She deserves all the happiness of the world. I have seen her struggling in her life at every single step. Even now, she is struggling the most between three of us. But still, she is holding up strong. And I'm so proud of her.

This is the kind of strength that I want in my life.

"You're all the worst," she said, downing the shot with a grin. "I swear I thought tonight would be all about last-minute wedding checklists and boring stuff."

"That's because you underestimate our sneakiness," I laughed, raising my glass to toast with hers. "But come on, you know you'd hate a crazy nightclub scene."

Shreya, Kritika's sister-in-law, clinked her glass against mine. "This was such a good idea, Sayesha di. You guys know her so well."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips. I like when someone praises me, nothing new.

"Kritika's been stressing over this wedding for days. She needed something low-key."

And it was true.

Kritika had always been the quiet one, the steady one who kept our group grounded when life felt like it was spinning out of control. Tonight was about giving her back some of that peace.

But even as I sat there, laughing with my friends, I wasn't able to fully detach from the world outside.

My phone buzzed, lighting up with emails and notifications from my assistant, reminding me of all the designs I still needed to finalize, the meetings I needed to reschedule.