Amina's adventurous spirit brought her from the vibrant landscapes of Africa to the bustling streets of India, where she found an unexpected love in Ayush. It was love at first sight for Ayush, and their connection was instant and undeniable. But th...
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As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but admire the way the vibrant stripes of my lehenga fall in perfect harmony. The soft pink, bold orange, royal purple, bright blue, and cheerful yellow weave together, creating a symphony of colors that pop against the golden borders. The dupatta draped over my shoulder, delicate yet striking, feels like it’s meant for a grand celebration. The sparkle from my jewelry – the necklace resting just above my collarbone and the bangles clinking softly on my wrists – only adds to the festive energy swirling around me.
But there’s no time to dwell. The henna ceremony is about to begin, and I’m busy coordinating the final touches, making sure everything runs smoothly. My mind races as I double-check the arrangements – the flowers, the music, the food. Everything has to be perfect.
Suddenly, a pair of small arms wraps around me from behind, and I turn to find Priyanka, her innocent smile lighting up my heart. It’s been weeks since I last saw her, ever since she went off to her uncle’s place for a holiday, and now here she is, back in my arms, her presence filling me with joy. I lift her up effortlessly, her giggles contagious as she compliments my outfit.
“Amina Aunty, you look like a princess!” Priyanka says, her eyes wide with admiration.
I smile warmly at her, my heart swelling. "Do I now? Well, I think you’re the real princess here."
She giggles again, and I kiss her forehead gently. As we twirl together in the middle of the room, the sound of laughter and footsteps fills the space. The family begins to gather around, everyone delighted to see Priyanka back. Her absence was felt, and now her return feels like the missing piece of the puzzle has finally been placed.
As they greet her, I can’t help but notice a pang in my chest. I wish Priyanka had stayed with me. Her presence is like a balm, soothing me during the most challenging times. She brings an innocence and light that I crave, and now that she’s back, I feel a sense of peace again.
But for now, I focus on the moment, embracing the warmth of family, the joy in Priyanka’s return, and the colorful energy of the day.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Dev lingering near the entrance, his usual smirk plastered across his face. He’s been distant, irritated by the family’s bond, and I’ve learned to keep an eye on him. His presence at family events always seems to bring a dark cloud with it.
He leans against the wall, arms crossed, as if he’s too good for the festivities. "This whole 'happy family' act is getting old, don’t you think?" Dev mutters under his breath, loud enough for me to hear as I walk by.
I stop in my tracks, but I don't turn. I knew he'd try to stir something up today. He always does. But today, I can't afford to let him ruin the vibe. I take a deep breath, my grip tightening slightly around Priyanka, who’s still wrapped in my arms.
"Careful, Dev," I warn calmly, "today’s not the day for your drama."
He chuckles mockingly, pushing off the wall and strolling closer. "Drama? I’m just saying it like it is. All this fuss, all these fake smiles… Who are we kidding? And this little one"—he nods toward Priyanka—"isn’t even one of us."
