A car screeching and engine dying out couldn't pull me off this bliss until I felt like somebody was staring at me and I opened my eyes and I was locked in his gaze.
A man in a black suit was standing with blood red 2016 Mazda mx-5 Miata with a pas...
The phone in my hotel room rang. I pulled the duvet aside, rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. I stretched my legs to get the stiffness out.
I crawl back into the duvet and begged for five more minutes but no...I couldn't get it because the phone was constantly complaining.
I lethargically walked to the console table where the phone was as I feel the soreness in my muscles. They sting every time I try to move.
I pick up the phone and drop down in the sofa beside the table when Sonia my best friend of six months voice chirp in.
"Raseen! !!!!! It's time for you to bomb the stage!!!!".
"But how do I do that," I said as my brain hadn't started functioning properly.
"Bring a bomb...u forgot!!!" She said lacing with sarcasm.
Then it hit me what she was talking about. I look at the time and it was eight thirty in the night. The guests are due to arrive soon and oh shit I haven't even started getting prepared yet.
So it's Sonia's mehndi tonight and her dear cousin had booked a hotel for her wedding. All the guest from groom and bride side are staying in the hotel.
So that's how it all began when his cousin personal choreographer decided to form a group of girls from the bride side to perform something to celebrate.
Sonia sister was supposed to be the one leading the group dance that they have prepared. Unfortunately, she sprains her ankle and so Sonia urged me to be the lead. We ended up practicing all day and thankfully I seem to grasp the steps with lyrics.
I look at my phone when it buzzed with a message and not bothering to check I dashed out of the room.
I run in my pretty dress.
For this occasion, I had dressed up in a long purple chiffon skirt which is lightly embroidered with golden thread, a copper lakra material shirt that brings out the best in me. And a parrot color chiffon dupatta which is in my neck. I wore a golden Kundan ballya that are too heavy as I fear to loose my ears. My matching green, purple, and pink glass bangles on each of my wrist are clicking as I run toward the venue.
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I stop when I see a mirror on the wall and look at my traditional self. I have gone with a natural look. A golden eyeshadow covers my eyelid with black kajal around the brim of my eye which brings out this aura in my eyes. A nude lipstick that covers my full plump up lips making them too full. I realized I have forgotten to give myself a pep talk. .."mirror..who is the most beautiful girl here??...of course it is me, me and me"...
I pick up my somewhat heavy long skirt as it was tangling in my feets, not allowing me to run. I fisted up some material in both of my hands until I could see my ankles.
I run in the corridors of the hotel. The only sound that could be heard was my golden ballerina clicking to the marble surface making a pleasing sound. I felt like Kajol in Karan Johar movie as my slight curled hair flies in a good way and my chiffon dupatta looks like a kite in a white sky.
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