Yuvraj 's pov:-
The dining room was a lively affair . Our parents sat , having light conversation with each other, their happiness infectious. While the younger clan was busy among each other.
But all my attention was fixed on her , Meera. She sat there softly eating her food , nodding and answering whenever she was mentioned.
I was sure she would reject me , because let's be honest who would in a sane state of mind , marry a calculative, cold and not so talkative businessman. She must have did some research on me and my background .
And I am also sure my behaviour at the restaurant that day must have contradicted my image made on the internet .
After concluding our lunch , we sat on the couch in the living room waiting for the priest arrival. Today, the priest was called to fix the wedding dates on a auspicious day in the presence of everyone . Vihaan and Aarohi, my siblings surrounded her , their eyes filled with mischief. Conversation flooded in and she got busy among my siblings.
I don't understand what's so funny that they are giggling and chuckling among each other . I agree that my siblings are clowns and their talks must also be lame but I am also sitting here . She should look at me , after all I am her to be husband. But no , she hasn't even spare me a look since she arrived.
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Later at night , I stood at the balcony, a cigarette dangling from my fingers. The smoke from the edges curled into different patterns and then got merged with the surrounding . I was restless to be honest. I don't know how to cope up with the fact that exactly 20 days later, I would be sharing my space, life with someone else.
I was never the one to show emotions , precisely have always been rough and cold . Yet I find myself thinking about her and the changes she would bring along herself.
Genuinely, I am not afraid of commitments, yet the idea of sharing my life with someone sounds a lot especially if you're non experienced in this field.
Finishing my smoke , I sat down to complete my pending work , sleep far away from eyes .
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15 days later:-
Author 's pov:-
The convoy of cars stopped in front of a majestic palace. The exterior of the palace excluding a regal , historical and cultural vibe. The driveway had a beautiful fountain with water cascading like waves . Walls of the palace were decorated with intricate designs and carvings proving its presence from decades.
This was one of the most beautiful and historical places of Jaipur, Rajasthan. Standing in all its glory, the palace was a perfect place for a destination wedding. Yes , our Yuvraj and Meera 's wedding ceremony was going to held here exactly after 5 days from now .
The Shekhawat and Ranawat family came out of their cars , fascinated by the beauty of the place. The air was warm with Jaipur 's heat ,and the wedding 's excitement bubbling in the surrounding.
Meera was captivated by the alluring beauty of the palace.She couldn't take off her eyes from the place , it's infrastructure, designs, carvings on the Walls , beautiful painting and handmade decorative pieces .
Yuvraj would arrive later at night as he is still stuck in a international deal. The families were led to their rooms , their spirit low after the tiresome journey.
After freshening up , the guests and relatives gathered in the garden , a long table filled with different delicacies. Conversation flooded in and the wedding chaos began.
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Meera 's pov :-
The continuous knocking on the door broke my sleep, my eyebrows scrunched together in irritation. Now , who the hell is knocking so early in the morning ?
I blocked the noise using my pillow and then again got under covers ready to resume my favourite hobby, sleeping. Yet the sound of knocking intensified.
Mom- Meera, darwaaza khol? Tu abhi Tak so Rahi hai? Aj se tere wedding functions shuru hone Wale hai .
My mother's loud voice resonated throughout the room , the tone of her voice leaving not a speck of denial. I need to get up as soon as possible even if my mind is screaming to get back to bed or my body is denying to co-operate. Otherwise , my mother would get a lot angrier than she is and then god forbids I would be at the receiving end of her anger.
Me - Ha maa , uth gyi . Bs thodi der me aayi .
Mom - Jaldi Karo Meera . Everyone is waiting for you .
I lazily trudged to the washroom, my steps slowly moving. Washing my face , I looked at myself in the mirror , water dripping down my face , puffy eyes and my hair messy from the sleep . Does it seem like the girl in the mirror is going to get married in 2 days ? No , absolutely not . To be honest, I look like a zombie.
Shaking my head , I came out of my thoughts , ready to begin my day as a to be bride.
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The mehandi artist began drawing intricate patterns on my palm . My attention fixed on my palm , observing the delicate design. The atmosphere was chaotic . Ladies getting their henna designs done , while the men talking about politics, news , business. And do not talk about youngsters. They are having the best time of their lives , from grooving on Desi beats to gobbling down every other food item.
My gaze swept over the garden , momentarily stopping on him . Dressed in a bottle green Kurta , he was a vision to eyes. I took in the sight of him and couldn't tear my gaze off , maybe for almost too long and as if sensing my gaze , he directly looked at me .
Our gazes locked in a silent exchange from across the garden. A flicker of emotions passed through his eyes though his face remain blank. I don't understand how does he doesn't show an ounce of emotion on his face .
A soft breeze blew across me , blowing my hairs in every direction , resulting in closing of my eyes in reflex. I got busy in tucking my hair ,my heena cladded hands creating hurdles in it.
A hand softly tucked my hair behind my ears , and I looked up to see who it was. And what I saw ,.made my breath hitch . Standing there was Mr Ranawat, his touch gentle , soft filled with a subtle warmth.
"May I ?" His soft voice echoed in my ears .
And I absent mindedly nodded my head , agreeing to whatever he asked. I kept on looking at him , my eyes betraying my thoughts. Softly keeping aside my hairs , he looked at me .
Our gazes locked , his hands on my temple and the proximity between us enough to let each other hear our heart beat.
I hastily looked down on hearing his mother's voice , her footsteps approaching us . He did also took a step back, realising our closeness.
Mrs Ranawat - Beta , tumhari hi biwi hai . Jitni marzi nihaar Lena . Abhi aao pehle thodi si shagun ki mehandi lagwa lo.
Aunty wiggled her eyebrows mischievously, her voice filled with tease . While , the youngsters hooted as if enjoying this as spectators.
And , he looked here and there , avoiding eye contact , embarrassed by the situation.
The henna artist began writing some calligraphy on his hands . And I like a curious cat, peeped to look what it is . Oh !! It's my name .
He - Aapka hi naam likhwa Raha hu Mrs Ranawat.
Me - Abhi hamari shadi Hui nhi hai . I am not Mrs Ranawat.
I reminded him sassily . Yeah, I am not his wife .
He - Yet. Aur Rahi baat shaadi ki then wo toh aapse hi hogi.
Me - Aap kabse aise baatein karne lge . Maine toh suna tha aap kisi se itna bolte hi nhi hai .
He - Aap koi aur thodi hai .
My heart flutterd hearing him . No no , don't swoon over his words Meera. He is just good with his words . Ahh , that's why he is a businessman. Ye log hote hi hai manipulative.
My back hurt from sitting at the same place from such a long time . Also , I am hungry . I do eat a lot when I am in stress. And it seems like this wedding is stressing me a lot.
Me - Aur kitna time lagega ye complete hone me .
I asked the heena artist . My words laced with impatience.
"Bas thodi der aur . Kya naam likhu aapke hath par?" She asked.
Me - Mr Ranawat.
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