"People have meet cutes, ours was an Eid Cute . This is the story of the Eid we Met. "
Amidst the fun and chaos of Eid celebration, Maha comes across Isahaq whom she is instantly drawn towards .
Maha is captivated by his gentle demeanor and charmin...
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Third Person POV
It was Tahira's cousin's holud and as the bride sat beside the groom in an intricate yellow embroidered lehenga, everyone around was busy, guests chattering while closer relatives scuttled from one side of the field to another, carrying baskets of fresh orange marigold or amber hued jalebis.
Several gazebos stood on both sides of the field, each one neatly decorated with orange, magenta and yellow ribbons, colourful bangles and umbrellas. Mini fairylights hung from colourful ribbons, which will light up as soon as the dance performance begins.
"Where's Mimi?" the bride approached Tahira, panting, dripples of sweat running down her cheeks, ruining her makeup.
Tahira took off her sunglasses and carefully took out a tissue from her bag, before handling it to her cousin. "Wipe those tears or sweat, whatever it may be. Because if you don't, you will end up looking like something that would obviously make Rahin bhai run away."
"Tahira, YOU ARE NOT GETTING,"
"Apu, chill. Look under your sofa on the stage. I'm pretty sure that you'll find your precious little notorious cat there."
The bride's mother in law ran behind the bride, lifting the bottom of her bright green saree with both hands, calling the bride, telling her to sit, trying to hide the scene from her friends and relatives, of the bride bending down and frantically searching for her cat, but the bride was too anxious to comprehend her mother in law's sign language.
Everything should have been interesting and fun, yet Tahira was still missing her friend.
She called Maha several times, after the woman's voice from the other side repeated, 'cannot connect' six times, the phone call was finally picked up by Maha, who quickly rushed inside the cottage of the resort, where the frequency was much better, to pick up her friend's phone call.
"How's bhaiya ji?" Tahira asked, in her usual sing-song voice, with a mischievous smile playing on both ends of her lips. " I'd rather call Isahaq bhaiya ji instead of dulabhai cause dulabhai sounds a bit...what do you call that...cringey."
They laughed as they both teased each other. "Now tell me, where are you? How long will it take for you to come here?"
There was silence for a moment, Tahira slowly swallowing up the words. "Knew it." Maha said something else from the other side, to which Tahira's frown deepened, until she again spoke, more slowly and firmly this time. "I know how strong your affection is towards him, even stronger than the bond of love between you and me, but after 19 years of our friendship, I made the grave mistake of believing that you would come and that I deserved the smallest bit of importance. But as you are getting pleasure in seeing me swimming in the deepest depths of despair, I shall now realize my mistake and cut the phone."
