I could feel sadness in his voice and felt bad for him. I ended the call and called Vi, informed her what she needed to do, and ended the call.
He hopes everything goes well.
Once I reach downstairs, I notice everyone is running here and there, and Mom is shouting for the first time on top of her voice, and what I get from her shouting is that she is tense due to the priest being late.
I went to her and sat near her, and she touched my hand, but her shouting did not stop. Sanya came to me and sat near me, and finally today she is looking happy.
“Ara, you’re looking so pretty.” She said this, smiling.
“Thank you, Sister; you are also looking so beautiful in this sea green dress.”
“What time do we have to leave for the salon?” I asked her.
“Right after Pooja gets done, let’s say in an hour.” I nod in agreement.
“Mom, I am hungry,” I said once Mom was done with her phone call.
“Princess, today is your wedding day, and you need to keep fast till you get married,” Mom said, caressing my hair.
“But Mom, I am already married if you forget this.” I said, pouting.
Princess, for me and everyone, this is the actual marriage.” I made a face, but nodded in agreement.
“And don’t worry, you can eat fruits and juices, and I’ll send someone to sit here till then.”
Mom went towards the kitchen, and I looked towards the Sanya.
**
VI’S POV
I was feeling an intense gaze on me. As I roam my eyes around but I could not find anyone. However, the feel someone is looking at me was strong.
I have never thought that they are planning to do marriage as per the Indian culture. Though I do not have any problem with that but clothing is a big problem. We are people who wear dresses and shorts while here all Indian attire is giving me not only uncomfortable but annoying feeling.
Moreover, being a bridesmaid, I have many earned to do. My dear darling Ara has already sat on the pavilion for her wedding and I am running here and there for something or other.
Ara told me to get something from her room so I was running back to her room like a madwoman and in no time, I tripped.
And guess what?
Nope, none prince charming came to hold me. I fell on my face and hurt my-self.
“Ouch.” I cry out as soon as my note hit the ground.
“Are you okay?” I heard someone say.
Rather than getting happy with someone’s help, I felt utter embarrassment.
“Yeah, I am fine…. ammm.. thanks…” I did not want to see the face of that person. Hence, I avoided looking at him. I got up instantly, but I notice his shining shoe.
Next, I notice the scarf which was hiding my cleavage from the deep neck of the crop-top type bouse am wearing was lying on the ground.
‘Gosh why the fu.. people wear such annoying clothes?’
I will be laying if I say I am loving the fat Indian wedding. Apart from the food am not loving anything. But being the best friend, I have to wear what my bride decides me to wear. After denying thousand, when she did not listen I wore this umbrella skirt, deep neck blouse with scarf which is longer than the great China wall.
in my opinion I am looking utter joker in this.
I had completely forgotten someone might be looking at my dishevelled cloth and may be more than that.
Before I do anything, I notice one fabric on my chest.
I look up as he was glaring at some helping staff who might be looking at me and my state. My eyes go back to the staff who walk from there as if someone might kill him and next, I know he pushes me to the room next to us.
A soft cry left from my mouth as he presses me towards the wall.
As I open the eyes, I notice a handsome man was looking at me. His expressions are not very welcoming. He looks angry. But my eyes were too busy to notice his small eyes with big lashes. His thick eyebrows, which somewhere, join in the middle of his tee zone. His nose is sharp and not like my button nose. His lower lip and upper both are fuller. I mean, how will it feel between mine? I gulp out of temptation, looking at them. His jaw was too sharp, like the knife. Gosh, you could cut vegetable with it. Lol’ I could not control but giggle.
And maybe that has made him lose the last string of his controlling anger.
“If you can’t handle such clothes, why the hell you wore it?” his voice was thick and warning in them was loud and clear.
I tilted my face a little, as I was too lost to observe his painfully handsome face.
“Like it what you see?” He smirked, and I came out of my trance.
Fuck, he noticed me checking him out. I facepalmed internally. I wanted to dig a hole and hide in embarrassment.
“I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine. So next time better be careful” His eyes held some unknown promise which I have come across for the first time. His husky tone was making bubbles in my stomach and his authority on me creating some different emotion in me which I cannot pinpoint.
Perhaps his single statement has brought me back to my dream world to this earth. And somehow his promise has made me scared and I straight go to my denial.
“Who the hell are you? And what rubbish are you even talking about?” I pushed him finally as I take my scarf and hide it in my chest from him.
“I am who has been waiting for you.” I notice his smirk as he again comes too close to my comfort.
His finger pushes the hair back to my ear. His eyes were peeking deep down in me as if searching for some hidden treasure.
He drags his finger to my skin as if he is memorizing my features. I could see how his eyes had stopped on my lips for
some time.
Though I wanted to do many things but as if this man has cast some spell on me. I could not move.