𝘛𝘶𝘫 𝘝𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘪 𝘈𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪.

★⁠ 𝐂ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 7 ★⁠

Preparations for the wedding had already been started in both the families. Abhijeet and Aparna were happy to see their daughter getting married to someone of her own choice. Whereas Devashree was over the moon. She couldn't help but blush at the shameless scenarios which only she could imagine.

"काय, हं? कोणीतरी जरा जास्तच लाजतय वाटतं, hmm??" Ishaanvi asked teasing her bestfriend.

(Translation: Oh my god! Blushing blushing, ha!)

"गप्प बस ग! किती बोलतेस?" Devashree whined.
(Translation: Shut up!)

"काय विचार करतेस सांग ना?" Ishaanvi asked and Devashree's cheeks turned 100X red.

(Translation: What are you thinking?)

"म्हणजे, मी विचार करत होते की म्हणजे आम्ही पहिल्यांदा, इश्श!" Devashree blushed profusely.

(Translation: I mean, I was thinking ummm.... That aa.... How will  my first time be?")

"किती निर्लज्ज आहेस ग तू श्री? किती वर्ष झाले हपापली आहेस ह्या गोष्टी साठी? हवसी बाई!" Ishaanvi exclaimed.

(Translation: Oh my god! How shameless you are shree? Exactly how many years were you waiting for this moment? Greedy woman!")

"तू काही कमी नाही आहेस, कळलं ना!" Devashree said narrowing her eyes at Ishaanvi.

(Translation: You're not less than me. Okay!)

Both of them glared at each other before laughing like a maniac. "Ye sab uss Orange app se rangeen kitaaben padhne ka asar hai 😉." Both of them said together.

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Here, Gandhar and his aunt were busy with preparations.

Yes, he was preparing for his own wedding.

'If my parents would've been there then this might not have happened. I would've married the girl of my choice. माझा मोगरा. माझ्या मोग्र्याशी लग्न केलं असतं मी. तिचा खुल्लेला, हसरा चेहरा बघून क्षणभर तिच्यात हरवूनच जायचो मी. तिला मोग्र्याचा गजरा खूप आवडायचा. शाळेत येताना ती दोन वेण्यांपैकी एका वेणीत गजरा माळून येयची. त्याचा गंध मी अगदी दूरवरून ओळखायचो. मला त्याक्षणी माझं नाव गंधार असल्याचा फार अभिमान वाटायचा. ती माझा मोगरा आणि मी तिचा गंधार. दोघेही एकमेकांशिवाय अपुरे. तिच्या पैंजणांचा आवाज अजूनही मी विसरलो नाही. पण का कुणास ठाऊक मी देवश्रींना पाहिल्यावर माझ्या मनात फक्त माझ्या मोग्राचच चित्र उभं राहिलं. अगदी हुबेहूब मला तीच असल्याचा आभास झाला.' Gandhar thought.

(Translation: My Mogra. I would've married my Mogra. Her beautiful face, with that charming smile would take my breath away. She loved Mogra's gajra. While coming to school, she used to wear a gajra in one of the two braids. I could smell it from a distance. I used to feel very proud that my name was Gandhar at that time. She is my Mogra and I am her Gandhar. Both are incomplete without each other. I still haven't forgotten the sound of her anklets. But I don't know why, when I saw Devashree, the picture of my Mogra stood in my mind. I got the impression that she was my Mogra herself.)