He looked down at her maroon bandhej saree, her matching bangles and the mehndi on her hands, so dark it was almost black. Boy, wasn’t she beautiful! He smiled to himself. Yes, he was very lucky, as all his friends and relatives had made it abundantly clear to him. As if he didn’t know that himself!
“Hey, did you see these cufflinks? My sister gifted them to me for our wedding.”
She seemed to snap out suddenly from whatever thoughts she was lost in.
“Oh! Ok. They’re nice.”
“Hmm. What gift do you want?”
“Tell me what you want as a wedding gift.”
“Uh, huh. No. I don’t want anything. Thanks.” A warm smile.
“Did I tell you that I love you?”
“Do you love me?”
“I never thought we would be so close to each other one day. I mean, you were dad’s friend’s daughter and all. We have known each other since childhood. But our parents suddenly sprang this surprise on us. It was all fixed in 15 days flat. Amazing! But I am not complaining.”
“Yes.” Another smile.
His cell phone rang out, disturbing the hushed conversation in the midst of what seemed like millions of guests scurrying here and there in the huge hall.
He attempted to pick up the phone. The action was met by a “Don’t. Don’t you pick up the phone.”
“I said – ‘Don’t pick up the phone. You are always on it. Your office can do without you for a week.'”
The phone was confiscated without further ado.
He laughed out loud. Finally, they had graduated from one- and two-word conversations to possessiveness.He could almost see the uncharacteristic ice between them breaking.
‘And the marriage begins’, he thought, his eyes rolling heavenwards. He gazed at his new bride, who was trying hard not to split into one of her giggling fits.
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