The Naivety Of A Heart (Original Unedited Version)

Jay's Wedding- Part 6a( The Wedding Fun Is On...)

Multicolours was all Aayush witnessed eyeing his cellphone screen with his jaw hanging from the sides of his face, but still not falling on the floor. The YouTube channel of Isha was raining with notification on his wife's performance which he was certain was for him. But those irritating assholes on the channel were drooling on her. If that wasn't enough then they were sending hearts to her. The jealousy combined with the sense of possessiveness rose in his body with an intensity as furious as the speed of an express train.

"Jeej's!!"

"Aayush!!"

Jay along with Raj and Yuvraj who heard his shrilling voice came running into the living room where he was standing with a burning look on his face.

"What happened?" Raj inquired staring at Aayush's stiff posture, but instead of replying him, Aayush turned his dark gaze to Yuvraj who gaped at him as if just felt the electric wire piercing his skin.

"Your wife is going to die from my hands whether you like it or not." Aayush threatened, making Yuvi roll his eyes, at his one of the regular threats to which he wasn't immune since the day he tied the knot of friendship with Aayush till he tied the sacred knot of marriage with Isha.

"What did she do?"

"This bloody posting thing is what she did; and its not just a normal post but my Sunshine's dance performance in the mehendi ceremony. And now the goddamn post is raining with those predatory comments." Aayush emphasized on each and every word; his teeth gritting in anger while the three men couldn't help but burst into fits of laughter like he just joked.

"And here we thought, Isha added cockroach in your juice." All three mused together, giving thoughtful looks while seeing the horrified looks on Aayush's face, they once again burst into laughter falling on the nearby sofa sets. Picking up a cushion from his side, he threw it at Jay and Yuvraj's face, groaning in irritation.

Accidentally, his hand pressed against the video, and the moment his eyes landed on his Raisha, his heart stopped beating at the exquisite sight of her flawless dance.

The music of some traditional song was playing in the background, as Raisha swayed her waist with her hands curved into a small circle and moving her body into the Gujrati style of Garba which was quite popular across India. The music kept on tuning with the beats, as she moved her feet step by step and then with a swift round, she faced the audience, with her hair settling on her one side of shoulder.

Mehndi raachan laagi hathan mein bande de naam di,

Mehndi raachan laagi hathan mein bande de naam di,

(On your hands color of heena is coming of your husbands name

On your hands color of heena is coming of your husbands name)

Moving her fingers from the tip of her fingers to her palms, Raisha wrote the name of her beloved on her palm, taking the name to the vein of her heart which beats for the only one who was her life. Her body twirled into the rhythym of the tune, as the lines progressed further.

Aayi shubh ghadi dekho mhare aangan aaj ji,

Aayi shubh ghadi dekho mhare aangan aaj ji,