I was dragged to my bedroom after the "Haldi" ceremony. The door remained shut, and I was glued to a chair until the two women claiming to be make-up artists had completed their work on my face.
It was the most anticipated wedding day. Our home was crammed with relatives, friends, and family. While some of them assisted my father with his work, others simply showed up to testify if I could be married to the business tycoon for real or not.
My father requested the rituals to go according to our Bengali heritage shortly after my parents returned from Darsh's residence in Delhi a few weeks back. And Darsh never complained. He always listened to my father, which I found adorable.
My door was banged on.
"Who's this?" I inquired, feeling the scowls of those women. They didn't like being interrupted.
"It's Mandu, Di."
"Why is this door locked? Open it. Come on." In an enthusiastic tone, Mandira, my cousin, uttered from outside the room.
【Di- older sister.】
"Please, let her in," I asked the ladies, who didn't seem too pleased with the idea. They did, however, follow my instructions and unlock the door. Mandira raced into the room and ran straight for me.
"Wow! I can't believe you're getting married today!" She exclaimed, squeezing me firmly, almost terrifying the make-up artists. They were afraid Mandira's embrace would impair my appearance, and their faces looked like they were on the edge of exploding with frustration. It was hilarious, but I was helpless to prevent it. I couldn't push away my sister, who had just come home after a long absence. Finally, as she moved back, the women exhaled a sigh of relief, realising that their hard work didn't go in vain.
"And you look so gorgeous," Mandira said, with a beautiful wide smile on her lips.
"It's all thanks to them." I pointed at my make-up specialist, who seemed jubilant by Mandira's compliment.
"Great! I'm going to call them for my wedding as well!" I patted Mandira's head as she giggled. She looked gorgeous in a marine green lehenga.
"Don't pat me. It's going to ruin my hairstyle!" She grumbled, preventing my hand from touching her head.
"Okay, fine. I won't do it." I drew my hand back, and she continued to pout while tweaking her hair.
Mandira was the daughter of my father's younger brother, and she lived next door to us. We were cousins by blood, but we always managed to stay best friends.
"Shushant," another member of our team, who couldn't attend my wedding due to a scheduling conflict. He was also a close buddy of mine. We'd been crime partners since childhood. He departed India for higher studies 1.5 years ago, and we two remained in our group. Mandira, then, left town four months ago to finish a course and returned last night.
There was nothing we hadn't told each other about till now. But I couldn't bring myself to tell Mandira the truth about my wedding. I knew she'd be upset if she discovered the contract. Somehow, I felt guilty.
The make-up professionals resumed their jobs, as Madira and I conversed.
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