A LOVE STORY OR NOT PART 2

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"Sanu abhi tak ready nhi huyi tu?", neetu di asked in exasperation.

The reception was about to start in an hour and Shehnaaz's make up artist and hair stylist was still not done with their job.

"Di ho jaega, tension mat lo!", Shehnaaz said sweetly.

Hearing her, neetu di stopped to look at Shehnaaz. She indeed looked beautiful even though she was half ready and half not.

Only a few people, who were very close to both of them were invited for their wedding.

But for their reception, everybody whom Sidharth and Shehnaaz knew or were acquainted with, were invited, even if they were not friends but just knew each other.

It was a big event and many producers, directors, singers and actors were going to be there in the reception.

Almost 45 minutes later, Shehnaaz stood in front of the wall sized mirror of a suite in 'The Lalit'.

Shehnaaz had still not seen their new room or been in it because they all came to this hotel, almost immediately from the airport.

Shehnaaz was dressed in a red wine coloured shimmery lehenga. It was all in wine color, without even a touch of some other shade.

The choli and lehenga, both were made with the same embroidery and held the same amount of shimmer.

The dupatta was heavy and its borders held the same embroidery which was on the lehenga and the choli.

The hair stylist had left her long waist length hair, open and wavy, with just one diamond clip on the right side of her hair, which held back a few hair strands.

She wore nothing in her neck except her mangalsutra and her ears had big silver colored jhumkaas.

Her hand had nothing else except her chooda and the mehndi, which didn't seem to have lightened at all.

Shehnaaz sighed looking at her mehndi and wondered, would it ever go away, because no matter what this mehndi was still not a shade lighter.

She didnt have a problem with it, neither did Sidharth. She knew this because she had seen Sidharth gawking at her hands and her arms since last night, after their wedding.

More than her face, he was staring at her chooda and her mehndi, with a sheepish grin, which was really amusing, and way too adorable.

She looked at her hair and then instantly remembered that her partition was colourless.

She frantically searched for the metal box and then finally found it. Shehnaaz took a pinch of the vermillion and put it in her hair partition.

Shehnaaz smiled brightly at her reflection, because now she looked fully like a married woman and she was loving every bit of it.

She made her way towards the top of the staircase, at the end of which was Sidharth, standing, looking hot and handsome.

She couldn't help but smile because even though, he was wearing a full black, Burberry suit, she could see his toned muscles flexing out.

His biceps were visible and even the muscles on his back showed how muscular he was.

The suit was as though just made for this one man on the planet, with a shimmery glint, without a hint of crease on it.

The pants hugged his legs near to perfection and it didn't look tailored at all. It seemed as if the cloth had moulded itself to his body's shape.

Shehnaaz felt her throat drying up as she continued looking at him. She suddenly felt a need to cover him up and put him in their bedroom permanently.