Third Person Pov “ I always knew that you would make the right decision.” Shalini’s voice was full of pride that she felt at that time for Natasha. “ We have just half an hour. Be fast. Our flight is scheduled in the late afternoon so we must hurry up.” Natasha urged Shalini to move. She helped Shalini in packing up her essentials. Within half an hour everything was ready. The buzz of the mobile phone announced the arrival of Uber. After depositing the keys to the caretaker and bidding farewell to him and his family, both of them moved towards the Uber. The Uber started moving after they had settled. Natasha kept looking back till her house was in the horizon of her sight. Though she has left the city for good, her heart will always remain in this place. Mentally she bid goodbye to the city of her first love. In order to move forward sometimes you have to leave something you love the most. One month later Jai Pov “ Oh! God, will you stay put for some time? Moving from her
Jai Pov “ What happened? Why has music stopped and why are you all not dancing? Starting with the music, I want to dance. My brother is getting married and I can't even dance.” He kept his sword and saffa in the chariot and joined our guests. He was dancing like crazy. “ It was so fun. Dancing in your own marriage.” Dad had to drag him from there. “ I think you had way too much fun and now you better sit here and don't you dare move till you are asked to.” Dad scolded him in a hushed whisper. Both Arjun and myself had a hard time stopping ourselves from giving a full-blown laugh. “ So bro, had a good time dancing at your own wedding.” I made a sarcastic comment. He huffed hearing my comment. The barat was taking a long time to reach.I wish I had wings so that I could reach her quickly and have a look of my queen in her bridal dress. Anaira Pov “ Barat will reach here any minute. Girls, are you ready.” Ma spoke while entering. She was looking tense. Tension lines were evide
Third Person Pov “ It is time to bring the bride.” Panditji announced. In hindus it is a ritual that the bride’s mama(maternal uncle) brings the bride to the mandap for the marriage . Yashvardhan and Gyatri are Anaira’ s mama and mami and since leena and Sheena don't have any mama, Yashvardhan proposed to fulfill this ritual for them as well. The three brides with Yash and Gyatri came into view. They were all decked up in traditional Rajasthani dress and heavy jewelry. With heads bowed little and covered with dupatta( shawl), they resembled a real queen without the crown. As they walked through the path to the MAndap , the grooms were in awe seeing their brides. They wiped their eyes which were filled with tears of joy. When they were seated Panditji started the rituals. First of all he asked MA to tie the end of my stole with Anaira’s dupatta. In the same way it was done with the other two couples. “ Gathbandaan is performed. The bride’s parents should come forward to
Third Person Pov “ Ma please meet Amrit’s parents. I agree his family is not as reputed as ours but for my sake please meet them once.” Rashi was whining like a five-year-old. Amrit is her colleague with whom she is in love and has accepted his proposal. He is tall and dark with brown mysterious eyes. He seems to be over cautious as if he is hiding something. Rashi is head over heels in love with him. Her parents didn't want this marriage to happen. They feel something's not right. Even Jai investigated but was unable to find any flaws. “ Bhai either he is as perfect as our sister thinks him to be or he has hidden everything perfectly,” Raghav reported his findings to his Jai. Rashi has fallen in love with the manager of one of the cafes she visits regularly. It turns out that once he had been saved by a pervert in a bar. They met a few times and eventually, she fell in love. She wants to marry him; everyone in her family is against their alliance. According to them, he wants
Third Person Pov “Is there some problem? Rest assured madam, he is the best.” The receptionist asked to see them standing still. “ Oh! Are you sure? If somehow I Am not satisfied then it won't be good for you.`` Rashi gave a sarcastic reply. “ Madam, please take a seat. I will give you my best.” The mousette spoke. Rashi sat on the chair with her legs on his lap. “ I am too tired to even move a finger. I hope you won't mind taking off my sandals. It is so hot here. Is your air conditioner not working? Hey you, go and check first then start massaging.” Rashi spoke with arrogance after all she was the owner of the mall. The mousse started his work. Something had gotten in Rashi today. Every now and then she would find faults in the mousse and scold him very badly. It was very rare for Rashi to behave like that. After ending their session when they were at the parking lot, a hand pulled Rashi and clasped her mouth. She felt something poking her. It was then she realized that she
The crisp morning sun was rising and spreading its warmth. A handsome man in his jogging attire was running and enjoying the morning sun. Sweat was dripping on his chiselled sharp jawline. His charcoal hair was messy and sticky due to sweat. He wept his face with the towel.He opened the black gate of a mansion. The immaculate and neatly trimmed mansion garden welcomed him. Huge trees surrounded the outer wall, blocking the view from outside. Seasonal flowers gave beautiful colours to the garden. Birds were chirping. Colorful butterflies were flying. There was a beautiful fountain in the middle of the garden, with a lady carrying a pot, from which water was flowing.The view in front of him curved his lips in a huge smile. His parents with his two-year-old daughter in his mother's lap were sitting on the garden chair and having their morning tea. the garden chair and having their morning tea. He jogged to them. "Good Morning Mom and Dad." He moved to his daughter who was wiggling i
Anaira pov The room was filled with the buzz of a mobile. A girl freaked out hearing the mobile. " I should get ready fast and finish my work else Aunty won't let me go to Anjana's wedding. " Hurriedly I moved to the washroom and took a shower. I took out my clothes and got ready in red leggings and a red and white Kurti. Not having any other option, I left my wet hair open. Neither do I have the time nor do I have the luxury of possessing a hair dryer? I was running towards the kitchen when I bumped into someone. "My Highness, you are awake. I thought today you would not wake up but alas! God does not hear me." The lady was still in her nightclothes. She hit her forehead with her hands. Her hair was like a bird's nest. She was in her late fifties. "Sorry, Aunty. I am going to the kitchen." I walked away hurriedly avoiding any type of bickering with my aunt and thus spoiling my morning. The kitchen was a mess and I cringed. "Oh no, how can I forget that Meena Aunty won'
Third-person pov They were scared to open the car for the stranger but they also needed medical care. After a few minutes, they heard the siren of the approaching police van. Seeing the accident a few people gathered, which encouraged the girls to open the door and come out. The stranger helped them by giving first-aid treatment. He had the medical kit in his BMW. On getting down the girls realize the presence of the sleek black BMW. The cops came forward to help them. In the beginning, they were reluctant but discovered that there were female cops too, hence they took help from the police. Their car was towed as it was not in a condition to be driven. The cops dropped the girls at the wedding venue. "Thank you so much sir for helping us. You were like a blessing in disguise." Leena came forward and thanked all of them for helping. "No need to thank us. It is part of our duty. Get your car repaired in the morning and next time better be careful while driving. Better safe