Sanju’s creative energy was infectious, sparking a wave of excitement that engulfed all of us. “Girls, we’re going to make Avni’s bachelorette party unforgettable!” she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
Giggling, my friends rallied around her, each of us eager to contribute our ideas. After some brainstorming, we settled on a vibrant theme: “Avni’s Last Fling Before the Ring.” It felt both playful and perfect, capturing the spirit of the celebration we wanted.
Sanju took charge, organizing a luxurious spa day where we could unwind with massages and facials, indulging in a much-needed break from the hustle and bustle of wedding planning. The warmth of friendship and laughter enveloped us as we relished each moment, our giggles and chatter echoing in the serene atmosphere.
Next on our agenda was a private Bollywood dance class at a trendy studio. The energy was electric as music filled the room, and we danced with abandon, losing ourselves in the rhythm. Each move felt like a celebration of our friendship, our laughter punctuating the beats as we twirled and spun, forgetting all our worries.
That evening, we gathered at Rohan’s café for an impromptu slumber party. Surrounded by fairy lights and soft pillows, stories and jokes flowed freely, weaving a tapestry of cherished memories. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, Sanju presented me with a heartfelt scrapbook.
“Avni, this is for you,” she said, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I opened the scrapbook to find pictures, notes, and mementoes of our friendship over the years. Overwhelmed with emotion, I hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Sanju. This means the world to me.”
As we settled in for the night, the mood shifted. My friends turned on the television, and to my surprise, a video message from Rohan appeared on the screen. “Avni, I love you,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “I can’t wait to make you mine.” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I felt the depth of his love wash over me, a promise of the beautiful future we were building together.
The next morning, we woke to the aroma of a delicious breakfast spread, courtesy of my mother, who joined us with a radiant smile. “Avni, your wedding dress is ready,” she announced, her voice filled with pride.
My heart skipped a beat. “Really?” I gasped, excitement bubbling within me.
At the designer’s studio, I slipped into my stunning lehenga, its intricate embroidery shimmering under the soft lights. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. My mother’s eyes welled with tears as she took in the sight. “Avni, you look breathtaking,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Rohan’s words echoed in my mind, a sweet reminder of our love. “I love you.” The thought filled me with warmth and anticipation, igniting my desire to walk down the aisle and into the life we were destined to share.
With each passing moment, I felt the reality of our love story coming to life, and I couldn’t wait to embrace our future, hand in hand, heart to heart.
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Dil ki Dilli
RomanceAvni's life is a perfect blend of college, content creation, and family. However, things take a dramatic turn when she meets Rohan at a food festival. They have an instant connection. As Avni and Rohan continue to cross paths, they develop strong fe...
