A college love story ...
"Explores themes of friendship, encouragement, happiness, sadness, and love. The characters learn about love and the real world of adulthood as they go through obstacles and mistakes."
The clock struck four, and the meticulously manicured garden buzzed with life. Streamers danced in the gentle breeze, the scent of jasmine and marigolds hung heavy in the air, and the melodic strains of traditional Rajasthani music filled the space. It was Abhir's engagement.
Amidst the vibrant saris and ornate jewelry, AARRC – Armaan, Aryan, Ruhi, Rohit, and Charu – stood out like a sore thumb. Dressed in jeans and shirts, a stark contrast to the traditional attire, they drew disapproving glances and hushed whispers.
"Kon hai ye log jo shadi me bhi is tarah ke kapde pehne hai?" one elderly lady hissed, fanning herself dramatically.("Who are these people who wear such clothes even at a wedding?")
"Lagta hai sheher se aaye hai, tabhi toh aise adhure kapde pehne hai," another chimed in, her nose wrinkled in distaste. ("Looks like they've come from the city, that's why they are wearing such incomplete clothes.")
The whispers soon reached Abhinav, He spotted Akshara and subtly beckoned her.
Akshara, approached the group with a forced smile. "beta, tumhare paas kuch Indian nahi hai pehne ke liye? Ye sab nahi pehnte hai yaha pe." ("Do you not have any Indian clothes to wear? These kinds of clothes are not worn here.")
Ruhi, ever the outspoken one, tilted her head. "Kyun aunty, zaroori hai Indian pehna?" ("Why aunty, is it necessary to wear Indian clothes?")
Before the conversation could escalate, Charu interjected, a hint of apology in her voice. "Aunty, actually hum lekar nahi aaye hai na, sorry." ("Aunty, actually we didn't bring any with us, sorry.")
But their explanation fell on deaf ears. Another guest, her face etched with disapproval, declared, "Aap yaha se jaiye. Aapko dekhkar humare yaha ki ladkiya bhi kal ko ye pehnengi." ("You should leave from here. Seeing you, the girls here will also start wearing these clothes tomorrow.")
And then the murmurs turned nasty, directed specifically at Charu and Ruhi, laced with veiled insults about their upbringing and disregard for tradition.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the tension, clear and strong. "Bas kijiye Kaka Sa!"("Enough, Uncle!")
All heads turned. Abhira stood behind them, a vision in a traditional Marwari dress. The vibrant colors of the ghagra choli complemented her sparkling eyes and radiant smile. Armaan felt a strange flutter in his chest, a sensation he couldn't quite name. Everyone else simply stared, mesmerized by her beauty.
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She continued, her voice ringing with conviction, "Awaaz un logo ke muh mein bhi hai, vo bhi aapko ulta jawab de sakte hai. Lekin chup hai kyunki aap bade hai. Aap logo ki izzat kar rahe hai, toh aap log bhi izzat kijiye unki." ("They have a voice too, they could also answer you back. But they are silent because you are elders. They are respecting you, so you should also respect them.")
