KIND HEARTED
ADORABLE
COMPASSIONATE
Shivika Oberoi, an inspiring and empowered woman who is the definition of grace. The famous Oberoi princess is known for her kindness and soft heartedness. She is the epitome of beauty but always tries to hide her...
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"Shivi, I need your help! Come fast!"
I run to the bridal suite where Emory is getting ready for her wedding ceremony. She is marrying my twin brother and I can't be happier. This day is so important for me. They already had their Christian wedding in the morning. Now it's time for Hindu ceremony.
"What happened?" I ask once I reach her side.
"Babe this attire is beautiful. Like really beautiful but I'm afraid that my boobies will come out anytime." She pipes adjusting her neckline.
"But it was okay when we tried it earlier" I frown
"I guess my size grew extra. All your brother's fault"
"Emroy, I love you but you really need to stop giving me details about your love life. He is my twin."
"I'll try." She grins winking at me in the mirror. I shake my head and start adjusting her blouse so it would look decent. After few trials we finally manage to set it.
"All done" I smile settling her dupatta properly. She looks beautiful in her wedding dress. I designed both of her dresses as I have always wanted to. No one can pull off this attire but her.
"I'm feeling like an Indian princess" she chirps twirling in her bridal dress. Her face lights up as she checks herself in the mirror.
"You are a princess" Emory's mother says entering the room. Her eyes glistens with tear when she sees her daughter in her bridal wear. They both share an emotional hug which makes my own eyes water. I gently wipe away my tears, not wanting to smudge my kajal.
"I should go check with arrangements." I excuse myself, giving them privacy.
Before going outside, I check myself and readjust my saree. My hair is down in soft curls and my bangles are perfectly complimenting my outfit, courtesy of Dhara, my sister-in-law. I'm really lucky to find amazing sisters-in-law who are more like sister to me. I don't know why people say that Bhabhi's are evil. Mine are the best.
"Shivi" I turn to see my mother waving at me. I walk toward her and see an elderly couple standing with her.
"Meet my daughter Shivika. She just returned from abroad" Maa introduces me to the elderly couple. I smile and greet them politely. The old lady hug me warmly, making me surprise.
"Shivika. It's so long since we last saw you. You are all grown up now." The lady says happily. I look at my mother for any hint.
"They are Mr. and Mrs. Dutta. Remember Vedansh? They are his grandparents." Maa tells me
"Vedansh. The one who played tennis with me" I frown trying to recall his name. I remember going to park where I used to play with a boy.
"Yes honey. That's my grandson. I would like you meet him." the older man smiles knowingly looking at his wife.
