The colours of love

Down the drain

"He is confused," Anna concluded. We were sitting next to the swimming pool. The swimming pool had centre isle with multiple step ons to reach the isle. I was staring at it, thinking about....nothing.
"Or may be he us busy," I replied.
"No, No.  Think about it. No one knows what goes on his mind. He is a reliable person but he is not the most warming person. With you, he somehow seems to forget about putting up his guards. And, it all happened so fast. According to him, you have met him only a month and half before. It's scary to be so closely bonded with a stranger."
For past week and a half, Dev has been ignoring me. He made sure it was obvious. He comes home at midnight. Even if he comes early and the lights in his room are on, he won't come down to the garden, where I wait for him. Of course we have breakfast together but he doesn't talk much and at least spare me a glance. If have to talk about the wedding, then I will have to contact his P.A. It’s his cousin's marriage not his P.A's. When Anna came back, from Bangalore, I ranted all my pented up frustrations. I know Dev's sister but I also know that she is the closest thing I have to Itcha, here.
"I don't know what to do. It is easy to wake a sleeping person but not someone who is pretending to sleep."
"So give him the reason to wake up. Tell him that you are related to him.  Tell him that you have shared a bond. It will be easier that way. You will not be a forbidden fruit for him, which you are right now, with you having a daughter and him having a to-be fiance."
"So, that solves everything?"
"No, it just doesn't let things get more complicated."
The thought of a forced marriage had me shuddering.
"Look Vadina, I don't know why you are  against telling him, but I can promise my brother will treat you right."
With that she walked away. I sat their for a little while longer. I knew he would get to know about his daughter by the end of this week. That meant I have very less time. I hope, for my sake, some miracle happens.
"You have been paid to work, not to sit down and relax," someone spat.
I turned back to find Tridha glaring at me. I got up immediately.
"I am..."
"Save it. Once you finish your work here, which I  am sure you wouldn't, correctly or completely; I will make sure you won't come back to this place."
Realising that there is no point arguing with her, I walked away from there.

In the evening when I went to get the drapes, I saw that the white rolls had fallen down upon which the red drapes had fallen. Cursing, I went to pick them up and I noticed that they were wet. Oh God! As I lifted the bundle of the red drapes, I found out that the red colour had seeped through the white drapes. Oh no!

The theme for mehandi was  a combination of green and white. The peripherals like chairs, the dining area were in green while the centre was white. The table clothes and the drapes around the place where bride gets her mehandi put, was all white. Now that the white colour looked pink, I did not know what to do. While I was sulking, I got a call informing me about some discrepancy with the florist. Apparently, I had interchanged the number of daisies and roses. We had ordered 12 thousand roses and 25 thousand daisies. Not just that they delivery was also reversed. The Roses  were supposed to be delivered tomorrow and daisies now, which got reversed. What do I do with the decoration. I stood there, totally lost.

"Vadina! Vadina?" Anna called.
When I turned around, "you okay?" She asked. I shook my head and went on to tell what happened.
She huffed and said, "It's fine Vadina, I think it's time to do damage control."
With that we walked into the store room. We then inspected the white clothes and found out that only one fourth of it was spoilt. So we could still cover the tables, with them.
"We can cut the damaged part and put them on the top of the bride's mandap," I suggested.
"Oh and we can roll them and create a mesh kind of thing on the top, so the colour is not so evident."
"But, the idea was to protect from sunlight, the mesh cannot do it," I said.
"Little clothe will not protect us from sunlight but we can shift it to more shady place, like near swimming pool."
And I smiled, because I got an idea of how we are going to use the extra roses. I first told Anna who liked the idea. We both then told Anika, who was okay with it.
So here we looked at all the designs and made the necessary and essential changes. We decided to put the bride's mandap on the centre of Isle of the swimming pool and then fill the swimming pool with roses. We tied clothes from the ends of swimming pool to the Isle. And then, we pinned the Roses to the clothes.  When it was done, it looked so beautiful. It was like  a white island in the sea of roses. This of course bought out the little red and green embroidery on Anika's dress.