Siddharth's POV
From the day onwards our pre-wedding shoots were starting. The day from when I will be getting the opportunity to see her regularly till the main celebration ceremonies of wedding.
The shoot of three days brought light in my mood.
We were doing the shoot in one of Shiva uncle's resorts. I wasn't aware the man owns more than three resorts, a total number of five that is.
Anusha was looking breathtakingly gorgeous everytime she comes out wearing a new outfit.
Girls being lucky they are, they get several outfit options.
Everytime you see a female, she got like a whole showroom to wear. And everytime you see a male, he got only a section of the showroom to wear. That too a one fourth.
Not talking about the male cloth houses though
Looking at her I was left standing like a stupid, watching her like a dumbstruck teenager.
It wasn't hard to notice her blushing whenever our eyes met.
I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted her to be my wife, my life as soon as possible. Don't care baoit being called cheesy.
I wanted her with me every single moment. To be mine.
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Anusha's POV
Wedding preparations were going fast. Everyone was busy with the arrangements and preparations.
I was asked to look sitting like a doll, hard job I could see.
The program list was finalized for the functions accordingly to the availability and ritual timings. The wedding designer Jasprit uncle, has hired was efficient and fun to be around. The man master in his work. He was doing everything tih perfection.
The program list finalized was as:
1.Sangit
2.Haldi
3.Bachelorette and Bachelor's party ( the same evening)
4.Mehendi
5.Kangan, kalire and churha rituals (in wedding morning)
6.Wedding (in the evening)
7.Bidaai ( following day)
The next was my Sangit and it was all set. Ayusha and Shekhar are dancing. The old punjabi folk song 'chitta kukkad', the participation of every family member was essential as I requested.
Even Mumma and Papa obliged to my request, they were also dancing with Jasprit and Neena aunty.
I was damn sure, the persuasion was not only mine, they are being forced to dance.
Dance and my parents.
OH PLEASE!
There was this promise my father made when we were kids.
He said, when were forcing him to dance in some of his friends' or colleagues' wedding that he will dance only when it's one of us, who is getting married.
Sunidhi di and Jiju are playing an act as Me and Siddharth after marriage.
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Sangeet day
It took me one complete hour to dress up. Dressing up could be tiring job yet we die to see the outcomes.
Here I was standing in front of a huge mirror looking at my reflection, wondering how far I have come in my life, just yesterday I was eating like a nuisance in my house.
Mild tunes playing in the background doing nothing but feeding my emotions. Everything was overwhelming.
A complete resort was booked for our wedding functions. One side for Groom and other leading the Bride.
I was in my room along with Ayusha and my friends. Teasing, dressing amd chatting was altogether a different topic.
We all were dressed and soon it was time for them to take me to the place where the function was going on. More like to drag me out of the room and I wasn't even throwing tantrums.
I was just nervous.
I was wearing a simple lehenga choli, pink in colour.
My lehenga of silk with designs like a banarasi saree and my choli made of velvet cloth royal blue in colour. I was a bit tied tight in the dress.
The boobs I own were small, was what I was told. They had a layer of pads to lift them up. And I never felt this embarrassed before.
The teasing never stopped. Not even when I was a feet away from the entrance door.
(Anusha's sangeet dress)
Everyone was enjoying the function.
Ayusha and Shekhar danced well, Shekahr somehow managed to remember his steps.
Hard to believe it was.
My friends danced too, just like wild bride maids. Being sober they behaved drunk. All the punjabi and Haryanvi party songs were played.
The girls' gang somehow managed to get the DJ to their side.
I was dragged up on stage by now 10 times and honestly I lost the count. The day couldn't get much happier when I thought, my parents walked in.
They danced on 'Mere sapno ki rani kab ayegi to', they danced so cutely.
I quickly jumped off my place and hugged them.
all it adrenaline but I joined them in the last paragraph before the song could even end.
I was so happy seeing them happy.
They never danced before in any of the parties or weddings, they were too shy.
My parents are very simple people. They did this for me. To make me happy. What all they do is for us, thier kids.
I was brought up like a brat but I was emotional among them all. I've seen my father struggling, I've seen my mother supporting him. I have seen him becoming my rock and her becoming my best friend.
And they still are. And ever will.
I
have seen my father since a waiter to a hotel branch owner in the country capital. I have witnessed my parents struggle.
They were making this sure I was having a childhood that a spoiled first kid deserve, but they were oblivious of me standing outside their room listening to their long night money trouble conversations.
I was pretending to sleep when they were taking a huge loan from bank, a risk my mother called yet my father was confident on himself and my luck. I am lucky they say.
I wanted to cry. Adrenaline was kicking bad in.
But not now I had myself convinced.
Not in front of everyone.
My family my parents have done everything what I ever asked them for. They love me like I'm a precious gem to them. I have to be strong in front of them if I'll cry they will be sad as well.
Jasprit uncle Ji and Neena aunty ji I mean my in-laws, danced too on
'dhal gya din, ho gyi sham Jaane do Jaana hai'.
I never knew they can dance too well. I was stunned would be an understatement.
The whole evening was perfect. I couldn't stop myself from smiling and laughing. I was surely lucky.
The man I was to be tied with, my soon-to-be-husband was completely staring at me the whole evening.
I was feeling conscious.
I was everytime adjust my front of sometimes the dupatta. What he might be looking at was the only troubling question.
And everyone must have noticed this because my friends and Sunidhi Di were teasing and smirking at me all the time.
I met few of Siddharth's friends as well.
"Now its time for, the most awaited performance of the evening. Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a big round of applause for Sunidhi and Sumit"
our wedding organiser said and left the stage on them.
The play was amazing.
The play was about my after marriage life with Siddharth. Sunidhi Di was playing my character and Sumit jiju was Siddharth's.
In the play, they showed mine on and off relationship with Siddharth after marriage, in which we fight and leave the house and came back to our parents.
The love and fire was all we could see.
And the next morning we were back to our place saying sorry to each other only because our parents forced us to do so or else they will get mad at us.
They presented the play in a funny way like throwing utensils and whatever comes in their hands.
In the play, they were showing how short-tempered we both are and how much spoiled or hard-headed we are.
We only do things just because our parents want us to.
I wonder if Siddharth's really hard-headed or not.
I've never seen him bickering and shouting on anyone like me.
I wonder how he behave in his office.
The evening ended with a continuously staring at me Siddharth. Shameless I wanted to declare him.
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Haldi day
Haldi arrangements were done completely by Radhika and the organiser.
They both worked really hard because on last moment Bebe demanded to have marigold flower and yellow curtains while the previous ones were red instead for the function as it's their ritual.
Instead of applying haldi on me my friends were playing haldi with each other and I was busy looking at them.
it was amazing to see them like this, sometimes being spectator also sounds fun no matter you are the main mastermind behind.
When Ayusha was applying haldi on my cheeks, I winked at Radhika to execute our plan and just like it was asked, Ayusha was all soaked in Chandan water.
No one noticed it was my deed and Radhika end up being the criminal.
And the moment turned emotional when it was Papa's turn to apply me haldi.
I was chocking but was successful to hide the pain in my throat. No matter how hard the situation is I was not going to cry.
Ever.
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