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"Arre yaar! 'Rhea weds Kali' nahi, 'Rhea weds Ali' hai! Sau baar bola hai ki naam ki spelling check karliya karo! Ab chalo jaldi se yeh board thik karo!" - Neil stopped himself from laughing at the mishap.
After checking with the decorations for the mehendi function, he quickly checked the arrangement for the refreshments before calling the caterer for updates about the lunch to be served.
"Oye Puttar! Tu mainu dass, ae kaida vyaah ho rya si? Na koi biryani, te na koi nihaari. Khaali ae sukhe faafde te khaakre rakh diye hain naashte vich!" - Ali's phupho spoke as she munched on some dhokla and Neil almost pulled his hair out of his head.
If anyone couldn't tell, it was very obviously a love marriage. Ali Khan was a Punjabi muslim while Rhea Mehta was a Gujarati jain. Their families were like chalk & cheese, but their love was what conquered it all. And being the wedding planner of this very atrangi wedding, he was not only made responsible to plan & carry out the functions with all things grand, but was also left to deal with the ever complaining phupos & kakas!
N - Uh! - he flashed a sugar sweet smile. Phupho! Aap toh itni pyaari dikhti hain, agar main nashte vich biryani rakh deta, te phir pimple ho jaane the! Aur ajj shaam ko Dandiya Night vi te hai na! Tussi glow kiwe karde? - he managed with whatever shackles of Punjabi he had learnt from his mother, praying that he would get past it.
"Haan, ae te sahi gal hai! Tu bada sahi munda hai!" - she gushed and Neil mentally thanked god for the help.
Not wanting to encounter any of Rhea's kaka or Ali's khala any further who wanted to inquire why the jalebis were not hot enough, he quickly walked out of the banquet & made his way to the garden to see the preparations for the Dandiya Night. He checked the tent was ready with all the colourful dupattas & fairy lights hanging in between and then asked one of his employees to make sure that the Dandiya sticks were properly decorated and were made available to all the guests that would be attending the function.
He was about to dial the DJ to make sure that he would be on time when his gaze fell on the bride along with her cousins & friends as she prepared for her dance performance. A smile spread on his face as he watched them groove on some hindi dance number as they rehearsed their steps. This was what he worked for. To make people smile at the biggest of their days. To make sure that the family had enough time for each other's most precious moments while he did his small part in crafting those moments.
Having much on his plate, he tried to get back to work but before he could do so, his eyes landed on somebody and he couldn't believe what he saw. His eyes blinked on their own as his lungs drew in a deep breath while his entire being registered the presence.
Wrapped in a shimmery zari red dupatta with a pair of dusted black cargo pants and hair tied in a messy bun while her maang-tika dangled on her forehead was her. All things goof & fun! Neil's lips turned up in a lop-sided smile as a chortle reverberated in his chest when he tilted his head to the side while watching her dance on some wedding song.
