When It rains (Continuing in The new book)

Part 33A

here In my story Shivaay is an efficient guitarist, He can play the spanish. so dont get shocked to read that He is playing guitar.

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(His look in the morning, although it was his mehendi, but He was a bit upset after the last night, so He chose this normal wear, A casual white round collar Short kurta paired with jeans)
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Mallika and Rudra came to the beachside lounge in search of Shivaay. They almost ploughed the whole resort area to find out this man, and,
"there he is" Mallika gleefully ran to him, getting excited.
Shivaay's fingers were grazing on the strings of the guitar in his hand inattentively.
He looked up to find Mallika and Rudra staring back at him having all the 64 pairs of teeth shown on their faces.
"Mallika...? sorry I forgot to pick you up from the airport, hope the journey was fine" He asked still fidgeting with the chords of the instrument, not playing it though.
"First, congrats on your decision to finally declaring your marriage with Anika, Am so so happy for you. And secondly I have come on an yacht and Even I informed you last day about that.... you must be knowing and finally I thought I would see an all excited, 'No Chill' Shivaay for his own Shaadi like what he used to be on any of his family function but what I have found is an upset, Sad, Shivaay! like why even?" She asked back with a serious tone.
"I failed Mallika, I defeated to my heart.....I failed miserably" He cried out loud letting a sob out,
"are you okay Bhaiyaan?kya hua achanak" Rudra couldn't hold himself back and knelt down on the wooden floor, seeing this vulnerable Man before him, How could he let the great wall of Shivaay break down so easily?
"am sure Bhabhi and her Dadaji again have played some dirty trick....hain naah? This time I wont spare them, Even if Om comes, I wont mind to smack him hard, How mean he is? here our Bhaiyaan is sobbing so badly and there the long hair Gadha is enjoying his friend's mehendi, you all call me dumb but O is even worse than me" Rudra let his frustration out almost coming to the verge of tears.
"you are still a dumbo Man, What Om is doing isn't totally wrong, but here Am sure Shivaay wants to tell us something different, what it is Shivaay?" Mallika asked again but Shivaay looked quite zoned out, he was continually looking at the sea, counting the waves with an unhappy face distracting himself from his surroundings. Something was eating him from his inside.
Maybe his own decision or any kind of dilemma or repentance?
"what it is? do you feel bad for forcing Anika in this marriage? do you feel like running away of this place? do you feel your heart was always right? Then share it with us, For how long you will keep this heavy feelings to you? please tell us about how you are feeling after all these?" Mallika inquired in a soft soothing voice about his mental state, To which Shivaay suddenly turned his face and sprang out of the couch hurriedly and took Mallika in a bone crushing hug making Rudra more quizzical to the entire situation.
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On the other side of the resort,

"its good that you have finally chosen to talk to him, It is needed. I think he is at the backside of the resort, Should I call him to meet you here?" Om informed her,
"No I myself will find him, dont...." Her words trailed off as some of her relatives literally dragged her to the Mehendi place and A lady looked like specialist in designing Mehendi started applying Mehendi on her hands and feet without spending time

As it was gonna be a beach side wedding so all the arrangements had been planned to be held under the open sky,
The Mehendi place was quite vibrantly decorated with colorful cushions, mattresses scattered here and there to sit on comfortably and enjoy the ceremony, There was a special seat for the bride under a beautiful tent made with colorful curtains.

Few colorful embroidered umbrellas with pompom had been kept standing there for the guests and the members to sit under them on the divans. Arrangements of drinks and snacks could be seen at a corner for the food lovers. Few youngsters had been hanging out on those divans and mattresses. Few were chilling out sipping the lassi and fruit juices.

Finally the Mehendi application was done. It was inspired by the Royal traditional Rajasthani intricate designs. Her hands upto her elbows were filled with the rich colour of organic Mehendi paste. and The design on her feet was still left, The Mehendi specialist was busy with it when Mitali came there squealing in joy,
"why you have not called me Idiot? Look the Mehendi is done and now I arrived here, uff as usual missed it....oh no Feet are undone still..ok am grateful for this" She smiled and took Anika's hand to examine the detailing of the design,
Suddenly She screamed at the designer breaking Anika's daze,
"Where is the groom's name on it yaar? what have you done behen? How can you forget the most important detail of this design? You are applying Mehendi on the bride's hand remember!" Mitali reprimanded the designer,
"I was about to do that, even Asked Madam for her would-be's name...but She was looking like so absent-minded on her own Mehendi" The designer pointed to Anika who was still drowned in some unknown deep thoughts,
" Its okay..now write it on her left palm, His name Is Shivaay"
Mitali said aloud while the Designer compiled immediately but The name of the man did some magic,
cause Anika was finally snapped back to the reality from her trance,
"Is the Mehendi done? I need to go and find Shivaay." Anika stood up and got ready to move out of the place leaving the ceremony half-done behind.
"hey....Anika....what happened yaar? The Mehendi on your legs has not been done yet, and The name on your hand..ohh" Mitali stood there with a frown on face, all her excitement got vanished in a second.
"No ma'am, I have completed writing the name of the groom on her palm Which you told." The designer spoke out assuring and bringing the smile back on her face.
"yeh hui naah baat" She patted on the back of the designer getting happy again as The Mehendi ceremony had not been went wasted.