Love Story... We Made Together

Chapter 20

Everyone faces a turning point in their life. What is a Turning Point? I don't know? Maybe it's something which can either makes you or destroys you? But who decide about turning point, if it's bad or good? Did we decide? Our destiny? Or God? Well, let's keep this question on hold for now.

This moment, I'm staring adorably at the newly wedded couple. Their faces looks so vibrant. If marriage is a turning point (TP) in our life then Shruti's TP is a good one, I think. The shine and glow in her eyes says everything. No, it's not about perfect light and bridal makeup. This is a feeling of having a partner, you always wished for. For the rest of your life. Maybe Forever?

"Hey! What are you thinking?" Priyanka tapped my shoulder and asked.

"Huh? Uh...nothing." I replied hesitantly.

From discussing different ideas of wedding functions to sharing secret crushes, we became good pals.

"I think we should also start looking for a husband. Look! That boy in black shervani. Handsome na?" Priyanka giggled.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Really?! What's so hurry Priyanka? We're only what? 25?24?" I scrunched up my nose on the idea of marriage. Totally ignoring her black-shervani boy.

"Are you kidding, girl? You're 25, turning 26 in two months and I am 24 already." She gave a horrifying look. She is a certified drama queen. Too romantic for her own good.

"Okay... If you're so desperate for your honeymoon, tell me no! I'll talk to Meera Aunty (Priyanka's Mother) about it." I winked and nudged her elbow.

"Shut up! Who said about honeymoon?" She narrowed her eyes and pursued her lips.

I was about to answer when one of my friend interrupted.

"Oye! You both are here gossiping! Who will rock the dance floor girls?? Let's go!!"

And she literally dragged us on the dance floor. Wow! Energy ball she is. But it's my best-friend's big day. How can I forget her? No way! And then we made the couple dance on a romantic song.
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Everyone was sad and crying as it was Bidaai moment ( when a bride leaves for her in-laws' house after all wedding rituals.)
This ritual always makes me emotional. How can a girl leave her home, comfort zone, family, love and care of her parents? It's not at all easy to adapt to another family's way of living. It scared me to even imagine the scenario. I mean, whenever I put myself at their place I couldn't collect my nerves. I'm too much attached with my father. Every girl is, infact.

Two years back,it was a gloomy day when I had to left for Delhi. Though I pursued my post-graduation from another city, Pune. Leaving for a job is a different srory. I used to had less phone conversations with my Papa because I knew him very well. He will never breakdown in front of his daughter. Therefore, he has been always my strength.

When I saw Shruti weeping and holding her father tightly, my heart clenched. What will happen in my case? What if I become unconcious due to fatigue and stress? That will be so embarrasing. Ughh! I don't want to think about it now. I promised her to meet them in her reception in Delhi. Amar hugged her tightly and wiped her tears.

"Don't cry anymore doll. You know, I'm only one call away. Whenever you need any help or want me to kick your lovely husband's ass. I'm here only." Amar winked at her.
She giggled and shook her head in amusement. Atleast that monkey made the mood light.
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Author's apology: I know this update is too late. And everyone was waiting for the next chapter. I'm really sorry from my heart. I was disappointed in myself for letting you guys down. I blame none but myself and my lack of ideas. I don't want to present an uninteresting and off-track content just for the sake of quick update. But still sincere apologies. Will try to update soon in future. Love you guys for your support and patience.

~Keep smiling~
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