Joining the Bad Boy's Game (Completed)

◑113~Big Fat Indian Wedding◐

"𝕁𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕚 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕒𝕣𝕒, 𝕥𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕛𝕒𝕘𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕚 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕒𝕟,
𝕁𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕒𝕟, 𝕥𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕙𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕚 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕙-𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕒𝕟...
𝕁𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕒𝕒𝕣𝕒, 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕟 𝕜𝕖 𝕕𝕙𝕒𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕙,
𝕋𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕒, 𝕤𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕒,
ℝ𝕒𝕓 𝕓𝕙𝕚 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕙, 𝕙𝕠 𝕠𝕠 𝕠𝕠!" 

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"VIHAAN YOU BETTER LISTEN TO ME OR I'LL ASK MUMMA TO CANCEL YOUR WEDDING!" Ruhi shouted on her crazy brother. "Ayu, you look perfect." Ruhi raised her hands, did circles around his face and twisted them near her forehead.

Yes, it was finally happening, after 3 years of dating, Ayaan and Vihaan were getting married to the love of their lives, Samaira and Anya.

"Ruhi help karde na yaar!" Both the boys shouted and Ruhi pouted. "Yeah okay fine, let me think." Ruhi told the boys as she planned for their proposals. She called Arhaan and Yashika. "Hello dii, jeez kaise ho?"

"We're good," They both said together. "How's my sweetie doing?" Yes, Ruhi wasn't the youngest anymore. Yashika and Arhaan were parents of a 6 month old boy, Arsh.

"Your sweetie is the most fine." Yashika laughed, Ruhi loved Arsh a lot. "I need a small help." They agreed. Anya was to be sent on a wedding, to be dressed well as it was a clients wedding. Knowing the fact, she'll ask Ruhi for help and she'll dress her as Vihaan requires.

"Sorted?" Vihaan hugged Ruhi and kissed her cheeks and she pushed him away. "Thook hi deta na! Itna geela mera gaal muh dhote vakt nahi hota!" Ruhi whined wiping her cheeks and Vihaan laughed. They planned everything on the marriage location hall, where she got everything decorated.

Ruhi called Samaira that the college had a reunion planned so this time she can join them, with her +1. Samaira agreed and Ruhi gifted her the dress Ayaan wanted. "Sorted?" Ayaan smiled and kissed her hands thanking her.

Ruhi giggled at her brothers, "Only when help!" She shook her head at them.

"Bhai, I have reached the location, which hall?" Arhaan and Yashika smiled. "Hall number 3 I guess." Anya cut the call and reached inside.

Her eyes went wide seeing the decorations, all like what she liked. Pink lilies, she knew who it was. "Vihaan," It came out as a mere whisper. "All here for you sweetheart!" Vihaan gave her his hand and took her to the table in the center of the hall. As she walked her legs cut a thin wire and the flowers fall all over them. She smiling wholeheartedly at him. "Is it finally..?" She said and he nodded.

He sat on his knees, her hands already in his. "I know you know everything. I'd never thought a girl will change me so much, but you m'love did it. And I'm so glad you did. I love you Ms. Anya Desai, can I marry you?" Anya's tears ran out and she grinned happily. With a nod, she bent and joined their lips.

Ayaan was driving to the place of the college party, to be precise, the location he's going to propose her. Samaira was about to enter with him when he stopped her. "I'll just come from the washroom, you go inside." Samaira nodded and went inside.