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Chapter - 70 (Engagement)

Writing about the engagement without actually being there for a long time is a tough gig 🙆🏻‍♀️ I hope you all like what I wrote, but if not, just forgive this innocent writer for any slip-ups. Comment your thoughts!!

Anyway, enough of baketi-let's get started!

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On the Engagement Day...

The hall was a canvas of joy, draped in the soft fragrance of flowers and the warm glow of lights. Every corner whispered happiness, every laugh echoed love. The name "KareEna," spelled out in a delicate arrangement of roses, gleamed proudly on the stage, promising a evening to remember. Yet, amidst all this beauty, the frenzy of preparation was palpable, a buzzing energy that couldn't be ignored.

In the center of the stage, Vedika sat quietly, her hands busy arranging the sacred items for the upcoming Pooja. Her concentration was sharp, but by her side, MIRA moved swiftly, assisting her with grace and calm-a stark contrast to the chaos that swirled around them.

"Arey nhi nhi, ye asali phool idhar mat lagao, Haseena ko phoolo se allergy hai!" Ammi's voice cut through the clamor, as she hurriedly instructed the young boy decorating the columns. Her tone was firm but laced with humor. "Sagai rahegi baju mein, madam sikhte hi reh jayegi," she chuckled, and Pushpa ji, standing nearby, joined her in the laughter, nodding in agreement.

Meanwhile, Billu darted across the hall, a bundle of nerves wrapped in energy. "Billu, woh safed carry bag leke aao us mein Pooja ki samagri hai, Vedika ko deni hai," Pushpa ji called out, halting him in his tracks. The poor boy paused, looking at her with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"Maaa!" Billu groaned, already juggling a dozen tasks. But he didn't protest further. He disappeared into the back room, returning a few moments later with a bag, handing it over before vanishing again into the chaos.

"Arey , ye nhi dusri safed wali bag!" Pushpa ji called after him, shaking her head, but Billu was long gone. With a sigh, she turned to MIRA, and within moments, the right bag was in her hands.

Ammi sighed with a fond smile, "Ab in sab mein MIRA ko hi akal hai." her eyes softening as she watched MIRA save the day once again.

The scene in the hall was one of cheerful chaos, an orchestra of emotions, all playing different tunes but somehow creating a beautiful melody. And while the engagement hall buzzed with last-minute touches, there was a different kind of chaos unfolding in the bride's room-where anticipation, excitement, and nervous laughter mingled like the scents of perfume and fresh flowers.

Inside Haseena's room, a quiet kind of magic was unfolding. The room smelled of jasmine and anticipation, the soft light from the window casting a golden glow on the bride-to-be as she sat patiently, her reflection blooming in the mirror. Her hair, intricately woven into delicate waves, shimmered like silk, while the makeup artist put the final touches on her glowing skin, highlighting the excitement that danced in her eyes.

Just as Haseena began to lose herself in the moment, the door swung open, and Naina burst into the room like a whirlwind. "Haseeeeen!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with infectious energy, instantly turning all heads.

"Oh my god! Kya lag rahi hai tu!" Naina exclaimed, her eyes widening in admiration as she rushed toward her friend. "Kasam se, kya hoga aaj Daroga ji ka!" she teased, wrapping her arms around Haseena from behind.

"Arey, arey dheere! Humare baal!" Haseena protested, laughing but careful to protect her delicate hairstyle.

"Haan haan, theek hai," Naina replied, but her eyes were already fixated on Haseena's reflection in the mirror, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.