Chapter 17. Clumsy

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Chapter 17 - Clumsy

Scrolling down through my insta is not a bad Idea when I am here sitting in front of my dressing table, fully dressed in a yellow light lehenga, my jewellery fully made with flowers for this occasion

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Scrolling down through my insta is not a bad Idea when I am here sitting in front of my dressing table, fully dressed in a yellow light lehenga, my jewellery fully made with flowers for this occasion. Haldi. The mehendi imprints were dark Brown as wood color. Everyone must be wearing somthing yellow. Uff I am so excited.

 Uff I am so excited

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Her outfit

Today is my Haldi and here I am waiting for anyone to come in and take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. Ops!

My love for Taylor Swift sometimes rushes out straight from my heart. Mia had been busy in front of the mirror for the last thirty mins and now it's irritating me. I mean I am the bride, who usually takes time to get ready, but her story is totally upside down. Mia, my bridesmaid, is busy admiring herself.

"What is Taking you too much time to get dressed?" I asked as I couldn't hold back myself.

"Beauty my friend. Beauty needs perfection." Mia quoted

"Are you sure you're a hacker? I would prefer you to be a writer."

"No problem. By curiosity I became a hacker, but by heart I am an Author. Don't hesitate to consider me one, you know I published a few." she shrugs

"Yeah. Yeah I got it." not because of curiosity but because of her father, but she hides it behind a Smile, blabbers ,chattering, excitements.

Navya went to call my mother in law, but don't know where she went.

Probably got lost in this giant Palace.

Maybe. But let's not hope for the negative and plus she has grown up in one of these.

The door of my room clicked open with a beaming, happy Woman and my best friend. Mummy and Navya entered with two more women whom I really don't need, not at least today.

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