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1. WEDDING CHOAS

हाँ हम बदलने लगे
गिरने संभलने लगे
जबसे है जाना तुम्हे
तेरी ओर चलने लगे
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AUTHOR'S POV

Neer rushed into her brother's room, excitement radiating from her face. "Bhai, I've finalized the designs for the engagement outfits! Come see!"

Anil looked up from his phone, a hint of a smile on his face. "Ah, Neer, you're a lifesaver. I was worried about what to wear tomorrow."

Neer unfolded the sketches, revealing intricate embroidery and delicate patterns. "I've designed a traditional sherwani for you, with a modern twist. And for swara bhabhi, a beautiful lehenga with—"

Anil's phone buzzed, interrupting Neer's enthusiastic explanation. He glanced at the screen, his expression turning serious.

"Neer, I need to tell you something. I invited Advay and his family to the engagement tomorrow."

Neer shrugged, unimpressed. "Okay, that's nice, I guess."

Anil raised an eyebrow. "You don't care that the royals are coming?"

Neer shook her head. "Not really. I mean, they're just people, right? I'm more worried about getting the outfits perfect than impressing some royals."

Anil chuckled. "You're something else, Neer."

Neer grinned, gathering her sketches. "Hey, someone's got to keep things real around here."

As she left the room, Neer felt a sense of calm wash over her. She was focused on her designs and her family, not on impressing the royals. Little did she know, tomorrow would bring a surprise that would change everything...

NEER'S POV

I sat at my desk, surrounded by fabrics, sketches, and threads, my mind racing with ideas and doubts. My brother's wedding was just around the corner, and I had taken it upon myself to design the outfits for every function - the engagement, the mehendi, the sangeet, and the wedding itself.

I wanted everything to be perfect, not just for my brother and his bride, but also for myself. I had to look my best, after all! I mean, it's not every day your brother gets married, and I wanted to make a good impression.

But what if my designs weren't good enough? What if the colors didn't match, or the fabrics didn't drape well? What if... what if... what if...

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I had done this before, I could do it again. But this was my brother's wedding, and I wanted it to be special.

I began to sketch out some ideas, my pencil moving swiftly across the paper. I could see it in my mind - the engagement outfit, a beautiful ivory lehenga with intricate embroidery

And then there was my own outfit. I wanted to look pretty, but not too flashy. I didn't want to upstage the bride, after all! But I still wanted to make a statement.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. Why was this so hard? I was a good designer, I knew I was. But this was my brother's wedding, and I wanted it to be perfect.

Just then, my mother came into the room. "Neer, beta, how's it going? Are the designs ready?"

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But then I looked at my mother, and saw the trust in her eyes. She believed in me, and that gave me the confidence I needed.

"Yes, Maa," I said, smiling. "The designs are ready. And they're going to be amazing."

My mother's smile widened. "I knew I could count on you, Neer. But listen, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, Maa?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"The royals are coming to the wedding," she said, her voice low and serious. "Advay and his family will be attending all the functions."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why is everyone so hyped about the royals attending the wedding? I mean, they're just people, right?"

My mother gave me a stern look. "Just people? Neer, they're the royal family! They're important, and we need to show them respect."

I shrugged. "I don't get it. Why do we need to go out of our way to impress them?"

My mother sighed. "It's just the way it is, Neer. And besides, your brother is excited to have them attend. So, let's just make sure everything is perfect, okay?"

I nodded, still not understanding the fuss. But I knew my mother wouldn't budge, so I let it drop.

"Okay, Maa. I'll make sure everything is perfect."

My mother's expression turned serious again. "And Neer? Don't be late, and behave yourself. No slipping away to take a nap, no arguing with the caterers. You need to be a perfect hostess."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit annoyed. "Maa, I know how to behave."

My mother raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are you always late, and why do you always have to speak your mind?"

I shrugged, feeling a bit sheepish. "I guess I just like to do things my way."

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RAGHUVANSHI MANSION
9:00 PM

The Raghuwanshi family sat around the dinner table, enjoying their evening meal. Advay, the eldest son, took a sip of his water before speaking up.

"Everyone, I have an announcement to make," he said, his voice clear and authoritative.

His mother, Mrs. Raghuwanshi, looked up from her plate. "What is it, Advay?"

Advay hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Anil's engagement ceremony is tomorrow, and I've been invited. And I've decided that we will all attend."

His father, Mr. Raghuwanshi, nodded in agreement. "Of course, we will attend. Anil is a close friend of yours, after all.and beside he is our trusted minister's son"

Advay nodded. "And that's not all. We will also attend the wedding."

As Advay finished instructing everyone the dinner continued with chatters and laughter of the rest of the family

ADVAY'S POV

I sat at the dinner table, listening to my family's chatter. My mind wandered to the upcoming wedding I had been invited to - Anil's wedding. I had never been to a wedding before, and to be honest, I didn't want to attend this one either. But Anil was my only friend, and he had specifically asked me to be there.

As I thought about it, I decided that I would just show up on the wedding day. That way, I could make an appearance and then leave. But then I remembered Anil's enthusiasm when he invited me. He wanted me to be present for every function, and I couldn't disappoint him.

Besides, it wasn't just any wedding. Anil was the son of our minister, and it was a high-profile event. My family would expect me to be there, and I couldn't miss it.

So, with a sigh, I resigned myself to attending the entire wedding extravaganza. I pushed my chair back and stood up, excusing myself from the table. "I'm going to my room," I said, and headed out of the dining area, leaving the chatter and laughter behind.