Nandini Murthy is a young carefree girl who only dreams to make her parents proud. At the ripe age of 17 she has suffered but still has not lost her beautiful smile.
Manik Malhotra, a teen singing sensation along with his band just at the age of 19...
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~NANDINI~
Reaching home i realised that all my family was there. Well duh it was di's wedding about which people had been way too much excited.
I met everyone and spent some time with them. My bua's along with fufaji and their children were chatting away with the elders. Yepp, my Appa was the youngest amongst his sibilings.
It was just 5 when Amma started rushing everyone to get ready. At 7 we had pooja. Amma had decided to keep a MAUN VRAT for di's happiness so she was just glaring at Appa.
Not wanting to trouble her we got ready. "Di? You ready?" I asked as i went inside our room. There she sat on the bed lolling her head away.
I patted her head and she woke up, "Seriously?" She drowsily opened her eyes and looked at me, "Nandu! Let me sleep." She muttered and closed her eyes again.
How is she even sleeping in that heavy dress is beyond me. "Di, time ho gaya jaane ka. And here you are sleeping? What is wrong with you? Shaadi tumhari hi hai!" I said loudly and she again opened her eyes sitting up finally.
"No shit!" She muttered and got up, "hey? What's wrong?" I asked her and she pulled me on the bed making me sit beside her.
"Nandu? I think i love him..." I stared at her.
"Okay so?"
"Nandu i love Prem!" She said with panic in her eyes.
"Haan toh good no!" I stared confused at her and she glared at me. "you're not getting it! What if he doesn't love me? What if after marriage i find out that he is doing all this just for his parents? And what will i do? I am so afraid!" She fessed up.
"Okay, so you're telling me that you're in love with your to be husband?" She nodded and i continued, "And you think that its bad and about What ifs?" She again nodded and i just wanted to smack her head.
"Di?" I bit out witha smile, "Tum pagal ho gayi ho! He loves you! His eyes say that and he is a fool for not confessing! I am sure he loves you. Everytime you walk knto the room he smiles like a lunatic. And when you're not in the room his eyes are always stuck on the door to see when you will come! And when you're not near him his eyes always search for you!" Her eyes watered at my words.
