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Packing Memories

A week later..

Vaishnavi sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, a half-empty suitcase sprawled open in front of her. The warm glow of her bedside lamp lit up the otherwise dim room. Clothes, jewelry boxes, and a pile of bangles lay scattered around her as she contemplated what to pack for Trisha's wedding.

Her mind drifted back to the past few days—the laughter, the teasing, the unexpected moments with Krrish. The thought of him tying her blouse's threads sent a warmth creeping up her cheeks.

Vaishnavi (muttering to herself):
"Focus, Vaishu. You're overthinking things again."

She reached for her collection of lehengas, pulling out a bright yellow one perfect for the mehendi. As she folded it carefully, her fingers brushed against a small wooden box tucked in the corner of her wardrobe. Curious, she opened it and found a stack of old photographs.

There it was—an image of her and Trisha from their school days, arms slung around each other, carefree and grinning. Another photo showed her with Ishan and Trisha during a basketball match. Vaishnavi smiled at the memories, her heart swelling with nostalgia.

A knock on the door broke her reverie.

Vaishnavi's Mom (poking her head inside):
"Beta, you're still packing? You know the car is coming early tomorrow."

Vaishnavi (smiling):
"I know, Maa. Just trying to figure out what to take. There's so much to pack!"

Her mom stepped in, her eyes soft as she sat beside Vaishnavi and picked up a neatly folded sari.

Mom:
"This wedding is such a big moment for Trisha. And for you too, I think. You're so close to her—it must be bittersweet to see her getting married."

Vaishnavi nodded, her voice quieter.
Vaishnavi:
"It is. She's marrying the love of her life, and I'm so happy for her. But it's... a lot to take in."

Her mom smiled knowingly.
Mom:
"Change is always overwhelming, but it's necessary. Maybe this trip will bring clarity for you too, about what you want in life."

Vaishnavi looked away, pretending to busy herself with packing, but her mother's words lingered.

Later that night, when the house had quieted, Vaishnavi sat on her bed, her suitcase finally zipped shut. She reached for her phone, scrolling aimlessly through her messages. Her fingers hovered over Krrish's contact, but she locked the screen before her thoughts could spiral.

Vaishnavi (to herself, sighing):
"It's just a wedding, Vaishu. Nothing else."

As sleep failed to come, she stared out the window, watching the moonlight spill across the quiet street. Tomorrow would bring the journey to Udaipur and the beginning of an unforgettable celebration.

The Next day..

Vaishnavi stood in her room, gazing at the suitcase on her bed. The soft hum of Jaipur's early morning bustle filtered through her window. After a few hours, she'd be in Udaipur, surrounded by the grandeur of Trisha's destination wedding. The thought was both exciting and overwhelming. Her mind wandered to the past week—the shared laughter, the wedding shopping, and those fleeting, unspoken moments with Krrish.

Her phone buzzed, breaking her thoughts. Trisha's name flashed on the screen.

Trisha (on the phone, excitedly):
"Vaishu! Are you all packed and ready? The car's coming to pick you up in half an hour!"