Arranged By Shukla

Part 2

Yellow.
The color of happiness. Happiness is only when our own people are with us, and when they are with us, that moment is nothing less than a celebration.

It was the Haldi day today and the setup was done in the hall with yellow and white curtains along with scented white and yellow flowers and fairy lights all around.

Guests were arriving and family members were busy preparing for the ceremony and the happiness was clearly evident on their faces. But there is one peron who was not looking happy at all and anyone who will see his expression can easily tell that he is annoyed.

He is irritated because of the incident, that happened yesterday. Flashbacks of yesterday night were running into his mind again and again. He never imagined that he would face such behaviour, especially from her. The way she pulled his hair, is still hurting. Whenever this thought comes to his mind, his hands automatically reach into his hair to protect his hair.

He was still in shock that how one could attack in this way, that too without even realising who the person is, and top of that she did not just attack him, but also called him 'kutta and khota'. 'Is that the way to treat someone? How can she talk to me like that?' he thought.

"Ughhh, Man I'm just hating this" he closed his eyes in frustration.

This was not the only reason for his irritation, he was irritated because of his friends also. He has only a few close friends, and it's a big day for him, but they're not with him. He wanted them to come and help him in everything, but they have not arrived yet.

"Aane do kamino ko, phir btata hoon main unko toh" he muttered under his breath.

He turned and was about to leave when a waiter bumped into him. He wanted to get all his anger out on the waiter, but looking at the family and guests, he composed himself and asked the waiter to go. He again turned and to try to calm himself, he closed his eyes in frustration and started massaging his forehead.

His mother, who was observing him from a distance came to him and while setting the collar of his yellow kurta, she asked him what's the matter.

"Mom mujhe Mumbai jana hai abhi ke abhi" he said, annoyed. She rolled her eyes at his demand as it is his daily dialogue.

"Ab kya huya hai tujhe? Jaldi se mood theek kar apna, warna sab ko lagega ke tu iss shadi se khush nahi hai" she said calmly.

"Han nahi hoon main khush" he said a louder. Her mother looked around and thanked her god that nobody heard them.

"Tu yeh shadi beech mein chod ke jana chahta hai? Kya jawab denge hum sab ko, ki kahan hai tu?" anger was clearly visible in her tone.

"Mom aap samjh nai rahi hain" he tried to explain.

"Toh samjha mujhe" he shook his head and when he didn't answer, she speak further, "Acha leave it, woh dekh, waha..."

He sighed and looked towards the direction where his mother had pointed.

There comes the bride.

She looked amazing in her yellow and white coloured simple but elegant dress. And the matching floral ornaments were enhancing her beauty even more. Her skin was already glowing even before the ceremony. With the twinkle in eyes and the gorgeous smile on her face, she was carefully descending the stairs.

His mother was smiling wholeheartedly and when she looked at him, he gave her a fake smile.

"She's looking beautiful, isn't she?" his mother asked smiling and then rolled her eyes when she saw his 'not so interesting' expressions.