Natasha, a meticulous editor known for her sharp wit and precise attention to detail, finds herself unexpectedly betrothed to Shubman, a charismatic criminal lawyer renowned for his courtroom prowess. Their fathers, inseparable since childhood, orch...
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The wedding hall was decked with flowers and lights, but neither me nor Natasha looked particularly thrilled. We both stood at the mandap, eyes darting everywhere but at each other. The priest chanted the mantras, but their thoughts were far from the sanctity of the moment. The only thing binding me right now was the weight of tradition, not love. Like! Why the hell my parents only choose her FOR ME!?
This all is getting too much now. I mean we seriously asked for a small and intimate wedding. But Desi parents and their Desi ideas! They said NO! Yes a big and fat no as they said. They wanted a big lavish and traditional wedding.
As the wedding rituals concluded and the crowd began to cheer, I leaned toward Natasha, my voice low enough to keep the conversation between us.
“Of all the people in the world, I end up marrying *you*?” I said, a trace of amusement creeping into my tone.
She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, this is the last thing I wanted. Remember how you used to pull my pleats back in school just to annoy me?”
A smirk appeared on my face. “Oh yeah, I had to make sure the junior girls knew who was boss. But you were always the one trying to act smart.”
“Smart? I was *forced* to retaliate! You literally humiliated me in front of everyone,” she retorted, shaking her head. “You were a menace!”
I chuckled. “Oh, come on! It wasn’t that bad.”
“Really?” she shot back, crossing her arms. “You pulled my pleats so hard during assembly once that I almost tripped. You thought it was hilarious.”
I snickered at the memory. “It was funny. You did trip.” that was really funny time when she used to pass from there in recess and me standing with my friends always pulls her pleates. From beginning she had long hairs so it always became easy to annoy her.
He eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer, her voice filled with faux sweetness. “Remember when I cut your tie with scissors in front of your entire group of friends?”
My smirk faded as my hand reflexively went to neck, the memory of my ruined tie still stung. “You... you really did that! I had to walk around school like that for the rest of the day. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”
Oh how I forgot that moment when she swiftly took out scissors from her blazer pocket. She harshly pulled me with my tie and CUT IT!!!
She laughed, her face lighting up with satisfaction. “Oh, I do. And you deserved every second of it.”
“Deserved it?” I leaned closer, my eyes definitely glaring at her. “You made me the laughingstock of the entire school. Even the teachers were giving me strange looks!”
“Well, you started it, and also deserved that” she shot back, uncrossing her arms to point accusingly at him.
“I was just having some fun,” I said, shrugging, though my grin betrayed the fact that I enjoyed every bit of our childish rivalry. “Besides, I think that made us even.”
