◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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Rishma's POV :
I wore the golden embroidered shawl on my head. It is true that girls look especially beautiful in their wedding. My pastel colored lehenga made me think I'm Miss India.
Life changed in an instant. Can't believe how quickly the days go by. Finally the most awaited day for others is here!
I'm still hungover from my engagement day. I looked at my engagement ring, it tightened and my ring finger is turned into a dark purplish colour.
"Come on Rishma... he's been waiting so long on stage." Amma came to me screaming.
She stood there for a moment, looking me from head to toe, and the pitch of her voice dropped.
"Oh my god, my daughter looks so pretty in this dress." She covered her mouth emotionally.
I went to her and hugged her tightly. "I will be beautiful in whatever clothes you choose for me."
I wiped her tears before it rolled down through her cheeks. I held her hand tightly and slowly walked with her to the stage.
There are many people there, both familiar and unfamiliar. My office mates are huddled in a corner near the speaker.
The orchestra members play the nadaswaram loudly. Dad helped me climb the stairs and I carefully took each step.
The priest looked into the fire and chanted the mantra without even paying the price of I am the bride.
I sat opposite the fire, and the smoke and heat made me very uncomfortable. I don't know how long I have to sit on this heater.
I should have run away.
Priest paused his chanting, gave me and Manu two varamala. Without looking at his face I put the varamala around Manu's neck as instructed by priest and Manu did the same.
I concentrated on the mantras and suddenly he took the tray in which he kept the thaali, nuptial chain, and held it out to me.
Two hands took the nuptial chain from my left side and I followed the familiar movement of the two hands until my eyes finally met his.
Blue eyes.
I closed my eyes and looked at his face from an inch distance.
"Chris."
I uttered looking into his eyes with incredulous surprise. My eyes could not believe what was happening in front of me.
By then he had tied the chain and withdrawn his hand. My lips curved and a big smile spread on it.
The level of happiness in my soul and body is equivalent now. I feel complete.
My eyes scanned his outfit, but he is wearing the clothes of my faceless beau who always appears in my dreams. Why is Chris wearing his clothes?
