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EIRA

"Mehndi ki ye raat..

Mehndi ki ye raat...

Aayi mehndi ki ye raat.."

Happiness. Smiles. Laughter. Everything seemed like dancing, it was my mehndi night, I was all dressed for it.

I was sat on the couch, getting my mehndi done while everyone danced around me on the famous Jawad Ahmad's song.

Mehndi ki ye raat played in the back ground, my friends were busy dancing on the stage, Farhan bhai was stood with Wahab and Amir who were his fellow cricketers,. Ammi and Asher bhai were busy greeting the guests, he wasn't as happy as everyone else but he was still satisfied.

It took him alot of time to get used to things like these, but time healed everything and I was sure it would he our relationship too.

Virat and I hadn't talked to each other for two days now, but I understood why. He was busy and I was busy too, and it was okay.

I guess.

I missed him dearly. I had sent him a few texts but he hadn't replied.

I checked my cell phone again, there were plenty of messages, but there wasn't any message by Virat. I let it go and focused on my friends who had decided to turn my mehndi into bridal shower part two, with all the emotional videos and shitty talks.

They had been fighting over who would bitch about me first, and then Reem had finally butted in taking away the mike.

Everyone quietened down as she started to speak.

"The first time I met Eira, I think I was in the fourth standard and I was new in school, she had the best pencils in the class, I remember one day I forgot my stationary box and I had to go up to her and ask her for it. So I asked for a pencil and she goes like "Mere bhai ne di hai. I no give it." With the worst English. I remember crying because i didn't have a pencil, and after a while she came up to me and said "Do you have a daddy?" I said yes. She said, "If I give you my pencil, will you give me your dad?" Tears oozed into my eyes as I remembered my words to Reem.

I was little back then. I didn't understand why children didn't have a mother or a father, I believed in Fairy tales. I even believed in Santa Klaus..for years I would wish for Santa to gift me a father. I sighed smiling as Reem continued speaking.

"I promised her, I'd give her my father..just for a pencil. Can you believe it? Anyway, that's how we became friends. I'm married today and she's getting married, to Virat Kohli. Can you imagine? And she looks so pretty today." Reem said and gulped a little so she wouldn't cry.

"You know, Eira jitni stupid aur stubborn hai, aur spoiled bhi..she's also one of the most genuine, caring and the most incredible friend to have. She's selfless and would fight you to death for just a friend. I love you, bitch and I'm gonna miss you." She finally completed, awws broke out everywhere and she came towards me, sitting beside me..and hugged me tightly.

"Emotional kar diya yar." I chuckled.

Next up was Adil.

"Dekho, ye I love you, I love you..kabhi nai kiya maine, neither can I do it. She was a total bitch when I met her-"

"Beghairat-" I yelled and he rolled his eyes at me.

"The first time we met, She was having dinner in one of my father's restaurants and she didn't like the food. She freaking complained like she owned the hotel, I was working with dad at that time, and studied in the same place as her, she straight up called me, said she wasn't paying and that she'd complain. I hated her guts, she hated me. Anyway she still came to eat alot, we talked alot in college, and academies and we just bonded over our mutual love for 'Friends' I think. Pretty cool man." He said, telling the tale and I chuckled.