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A/n's special note: I'm back lobes 💖.. so basically I found out that this is the best day to post this chapter as.. Today's the day when I came to Earth to annoy my parents. TODAY'S the day when God sent me on Earth without my permission and without giving me a brain. Well, what now.... wish me luck 🙂💜💜... wish me so that I can earn some money and fly to my boys ✈. Yeah, it's my birthday 🙂🌌

Anyways, back to the story!!

~past~

Namjoon's POV:

Today's the eighth day of Puja... Ashtthami.. Eomma didn't let me take a single bite of a biscuit. She said that we have to keep our stomach empty before the Anjali(a special prayer with flowers). I wore that Punjabi chosen by Y/n and the red dhoti chosen by Noona. Appa helped me with the dhoti as I wrapped myself in the dhoti like a saree and almost fell on my face. Perfect.. this was the first time I was wearing a dhoti. And women really have the perfect choices. I made my hair and went outside to see Noona, sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, being ready. She was looking fabulous in that saree.
- WoW! The Great Prince is ready!! Let's go to Durnibar and Y/n's house. Eomma and Appa are coming later.

I obeyed her... when we got outside the house, the people living in the resort, who were passing by the road, were staring at us. Luckily there was no girl yet *sighs*.
As we got into the Dutta's home, there were some chaos into the servants, while preparing for the rituals at the last minute. The priest didn't arrive that time. And some of the eyes were on us. But I couldn't give a look at them because my eyes were finding her, Y/n.. I was imagining how she would look in the saree but I couldn't caught the sight of her.
- Aree! Tomra eshe gecho! (Oh! You guys have arrived!)
Suddenly Dutta Aunty came to us. She held Noona's chin and said,
- Wow you are literally a Queen today!! You are looking P E R F E C T !!!
Saying that, she bit her pinky finger of the left hand. Turning to me, she exclaimed,
- And here is my Prince! Handsome as ever...
She rubbed the waterline of her eye with her ring finger and touched on my temple, under the hair. I looked down, feeling shy.
- Thank YOU soo muchhh Aunty!!! Well, I think you are the spotlight!
They laughed while I was silent, still finding Y/n. I didn't even caught the sight of Durnibar.
- Aunty, where is Durnibar? And Y/n? ~I asked~
- Oh Durnibar is checking at the cooking spot and Y/n is still getting ready. I don't know why she is taking so much time!!

~End of Namjoon's POV~

Y/n's POV:

AHHHH I can't choose which blouse would go with the saree.. and it's getting late.. Maa will now come running to my room to scream that the priest has arrived. I chose one blouse which absolutely match with the saree. After drapping the saree around my body within seconds, I rushed in front of the dressing table's mirror to make my hair. I threw the clip from my hand after failing from styling the front part of the hair. So I just parted into two halves and puffed both the sides. I carefully took out the jhumka from the box, which is obviously gifted by him..

I wore it in my ear and swinged it with my finger. Perfect!
- Y/N COME DOWN! NAMHEE AND NAMJOON HAS ALREADY CAME!
Maa cried from downstairs. I quickly grabbed the white beaded choker and wore it on my neck. Applying the tiny red bindi and little kajal in my eyes, I rushed downstairs, holding the pleats of the saree on my lower waist to prevent myself from falling down. My mind was acting crazy to see Namjoon in the Punjabi I chose for him. When I reached the huge veranda, there I saw...

"The man whom I have a crush on..."

He looked at me when I was walking towards him. A smile crept in the corners of his lips.
- Y/N!!! YOU GORGEOUS!!!
I shooked a little when Namhee Unnie screamed. O my god... she was looking perfect as always in the Kanjiwaram saree!! We both held our hands and jumped excitedly when she pinched my cheeks a bit. I felt his smile got fainter when I shifted my gaze away from him. Then I looked at him.
- Wow!
I exclaimed, seeing him in my chosen outfit. Suddenly the chaos around us got little fainter when the priest arrived. Aunty Kim came spotting me, touched my chin and kissed her fingers in respect of adoring. We all assembled in front of the stage for Anjali when the priest sat near the Durga sculpture. Unnie, Dada was on my left side and Namjoon on the right. We were waiting excitedly before the priest put his hand on his head.
- WHAT A DISASTER! Dutta Bouma(Daughter in-law), when you didn't even left a single scratch in any of the arrangements, then how could you forget the mango leaves to adorn the kalash(a pot).
My mouth hung open hearing that.
- Oh GOD! What have I done!! I am soo sorry!! Wait wait I am telling Mr. Dutta to bring some mango leaves. ~Maa, exclaiming in shock~
- Don't be late! ~Priest said~