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As soon as I was done with all the arrangements, I rushed home with a single mission: freshen up and nail my look.
Students were allowed to wear casuals at the annual function, and I wasn't going to miss this chance to dazzle my chaandani with my impeccable fashion sense.
The moment I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, only one word came to mind: Handsome 😌.
Yep, that's exactly what I am. With a confident nod, I made my way to the closet, ready to pick out the ultimate outfit.
But what should I wear?
Traditional?
No, no, it's not like someone's wedding is happening.
Formal?
This isn't an interview either.
Casual?
But, well... not too casual either, right?
I sighed dramatically. "Hayyy Baba Ji, why am I stuck in this mess?"
I tried on one outfit after another, scrutinizing each fit. But nothing felt just right.
With a pout, I mumbled to myself, "Mere pass kapde hi nahi hai."
"Yaha bhookamp aya tha kya?" A voice made me turn, and I found Dad standing at the doorway, looking at the scene with an amused but slightly bewildered expression.
I turned back to my pile of clothes with a sigh.
"No, I'm just thinking... why don't I have clothes?"
Dad chuckled, stepping inside to stand beside me. "Beta, your closet is literally full of traditional, casual, and formal clothes from so many brands!"
"But-"
"Naam kya hai?" he interrupted, now smiling knowingly as he sat beside me.
"Yukti Iyer," I answered, feeling my cheeks heat up as I tried not to smile too wide.
Dad raised an eyebrow with a playful sigh. "Haaaayyyyeeee, yeh South Indians ne hum Punjabi mundo ka dil, chain, jaan sab loot rakha hai," he said, rooting through my clothes in search of a decent fit.
I grinned. "Yesss, after all, mummy is also south indian," I replied, smirking.
"Haan, bhai! Log toh bas apni votii ko manaate hain, but I had to convince your mom's Appa too!" he said, grinning at the memory.
I laughed. "Was he really that harsh on you? Naanu is so sweet; I love him!"
Dad's eyes widened as he shook his head with a dramatic flair. "Oye khote! He's sweet to you, but to me? Huhhh! He put me through some crazy 'tests' in the name of 'parikshaa'... Katappa," he muttered, twisting his lips.
