“Don’t wear that dull
pink dress, wear the red one, which aunty has sent.” Mridu commanded.
“No Mridu, I don’t want
to wear that red dress. Let him see me the way I am.” Dhaani countered.
“What
did you see in that punk anyways, I mean really?” Mridu smirked.
“Shut
up Mridu,” “One more word against him and I’ll break your nose. I didn’t even
get time to search him also.”
“Oh
come on, you just meet Rahul today…You can search your hero after your
engagement with Rahul, also. There’s still time. Dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge
may repeat too!!!”
“It’s
actually my fault….why I gave liberty to my parents to choose my groom.” Dhaani
sighed.
Mridu
and Dhaani had attended Landlord’s daughter, Swati’s marriage, the previous
week. Their landlord was a wealthy business man. He owned 5 bhk apartments in Noida,
which is a girls’ PG, a 25 acres farm house in Greater Noida and a huge mansion
in GK phase 3, where his family lived. Swati was his only daughter. She was
very sweet and down to earth girl. Mridu and Dhaani had quite cordial relations
with her as all three worked in the same company.
The
wedding arrangements were extravagant. The landlord spent around 30 to 40
crores. The wedding was arranged in his farm house. And it was one hell of a
wedding, with marvelous flower decoration. The whole banquet was decorated like
the sets of a big-budget movie. Thousands of food stalls were hailing every one
with their irresistible aroma. North Indian, South Indian, Continental,
Chinese, Thai, Italian, Mexican, what not!!! Few Foreign musicians were playing
soothing romantic songs. A bald and bearded handsome man was playing a violin,
a long haired hippie styled guitarist and a man with mesmerizing voice were
attracting all’s attention.
The
Baraat had arrived. Swati took her soft steps towards the stage along with all
the brothers, sisters, cousins and friends in full traditional way. The boys on
all four corners were holding twines jutting out from a small sheet of flowers
and petals that went atop Swati and everyone else, including Mridu and Dhaani, who
were escorting her to the stage. The romantic instrumental music was playing in the background. Two/ three drone cameras
were hovering right in front of her. All the lights were dimmed except those focus lights which lightened up the path for Swati. The whole path was smothered
with rose petals, whose fragrance scented up the entire atmosphere.
It was spectacular.
Suddenly,
Dhaani caught one guy staring at her, but she just ignored. It happened
again and again. He was quite good looking, almost 6 feet tall, had some
intense look in his deep blue eyes. With white kurta, he was actually looking quite
dashing. To make her surprise, all of a sudden, he came forward and whispered
in her ear, “You are stunningly beautiful…”
Few
minutes were weird for Dhaani. Soon, she could feel some sudden changes in her dynamics. Her
gaze unconditionally followed the sight of that boy. He too kept looking at her
over and over again. Infact, she could feel few focused clicks from his mobile phone too. It seemed inevitable. She also tried her best not to get
noticed while looking at him. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, as her marriage
had been almost finalized by her parents. After two days, her to-be-fiancée would
be here in Delhi to meet her for the first time. But, this guy was becoming so
harder to ignore. She couldn’t figure out why all this was happening. There was
something in this boy. Something that was driving her crazy. Was it a love at
first sight? Or was just the infatuation? But whatever it was, she knew one
thing for sure that he’s never gonna get his face off her head.
Unfortunately,
Mridu and Dhaani had to leave suddenly as their cab arrived at 11 pm. Dhaani was silently
wishing to talk to him, exchange phone number, but resisted herself somehow,
someway. Since then, Dhaani had been in khoya khoya mood and Mridu was teasing her all
the time, singing the song – “Haamari aadhuri kahani….”
Knock! Knock!
Knock! Knock!
Mridu
opened the door of their room.
“Someone
called Rahul has come to meet Dhani didi.”
Mridu
quickly went to the balcony to see in what car, Rahul had come.
“Hey
Dhaani!!! There is an Audi Car…I think he is wealthy enough….!!! O’ my! My!” Mridu
was quite excited.
Dhaani
had no other way, but had to surge towards the living room.
As
soon as she entered, she saw one tall guy wearing white shirt, looking through
the window, keeping his back towards her. She could clearly see that he was
holding a bunch of red roses.
“Excuse
me, is it Rahul?” Dhaani initiated…..
“Yes!!!”,
Rahul turned back……
“You?????”
Dhaani somehow controlled herself. She was shocked, was it a dream, she could
not believe, she pinched herself.
“Hey
Dhaani! Happy Valentine day!! How are you? Shocked huh? I recognized you at
Swati’s marriage only…. Can we go out now?”
“Give
me few minutes plzzzz……”
Dhaani
ran to her room to wear the red dress which her mom had sent.
