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Coming to this OS,I've been writing this since a month.Yeah,you heard it right,a month?? I write a line per day.đPlease ignore the mistakes.đ
Weddings,one word that threatens to take the freedom away,one practice that the world considers anachronistic,yet are special to the ones getting married.Marriages,often found being sarcastically commented upon by unhappy individuals tied in it,still hold a place in the fast growing immoral world.The world which once socially cherished weddings,now celebrates freedom through live-in relationships.Despite the unpleasant stories one gets to learn through their life about weddings,none that loves truly is scared to get into it.In an immoral and emotionless world,there are these two willing to go through the entire process of wedding,not preferring the easily and quickly finishing registered marriage.
"Left",she instructed the workers.The workers carried the huge thing a little further following her instructions."Not much.Move a little to right",she added further.The look on the worker's face's weren't hard to read.She was going to shift the very next day,after the wedding.For just a day,she wanted the portrait to be hung in her room."Perfect",she ended the pain of the workers.She signaled them to leave while she admired the portrait.This portrait ended paucity of them,which she felt in her room.Her room looked complete,fulfilled.Most importantly,it looked them.This is first,may be the last,that could describe them perfectly.Portrait completed the room and also her life.She took quick look of the entire room,in which she spent her more than twenty years of life.That room,which she had personally designed quite a few times.As she grew,her room too grew.The wall colors,which changed from girly pink to angry red ending with classy white.There wouldn't be a need for change of wall colors now,after all she was getting married.She walked over to her wedding gown,which stood by the window making it look much more beautiful under the sun.Ball gown had been her dream wedding dress ever since she dreamed of getting married.There it was,strapless white satin ball gown.She ran her fingers through the fabric admiring the beauty of the gown when she heard her phone ring."Hello",said the soon to be husband."Hello,called me late??",asked she doubting if the bachelor party ran late than she expected."No.I woke up late",he gave her the reason."Fine.How has the party been?",she questioned."It's been good.As you ordered I didn't sip a drop of alcohol",declared he sensing her curiosity filled tone."Good.How are the others? Especially Rey.I definitely do no want your best man to have a hangover",enquired she."Baby,relax no one's drunk.How was your hen's party?",he asked."It went good.Guess what's my gift?",she gave him a puzzle,after all there are thousands of things that a bride could be gifted."May be a designer gown from New York ??",he said casually."Why do you think we could gift each other only designer dresses?",she questioned incensed."Not a puzzle now.Especially,when I'm trying to write down my vows.",he said coolly."Are you nuts?? Tomorrow we have our wedding and you haven't written the vows yet??",she yelled at his insouciance."See,leave it to me.You know how good I'm",said he reminding about the numerous notes he had written her."Fine.My gift was our portrait.The best I've ever seen.I think our search for a nice portrait in our room is over",she declared letting him breath a sigh of relief."Ok.great to know that.I bet,I'd good there.You know I'm spontaneous.Bye",he said hanging up the phone.
She almost fainted when he decided not to write down his vows at all.Despite knowing his spontaneity,she freaked out.Saying romantic lines to her was different from addressing a crowd,that too,for a wedding.She,sure was going to have a sleepless night ending up having dark circles on the big day.She ran to the mirror and examined her face to find any signs of tiredness already.For over ten days now,she hadn't stepped out in sun scared that she might have a tan.She went to her dresser,dragged it open where she stored all his notes.She took her favorite note,though she acted as if she hadn't liked it when he gave it to her.
Dear Angry Bird,
I have had a long day trying to convince you,yet you being you never get tired of being angry.Please,for god's sake,spare me from your anger.I know I crossed my line shouting at you but I wasn't being irrational,Was I? We can't force our opinion on others.Can we ?? I ain't sorry as I know you are,by now,convinced.If you aren't I'm sorry.I'm also sorry for my state as I'm lying to you acting to be apologetic.
Love
Your Boyfriend.
The note,though sounded rude initially also showed the level of comfort they shared in their relationship.They had crossed their teens and so did their love.They were in a committed relationship.Now they pointed out each other's mistakes rather than hiding them.One such note which perfectly reflected their level of comfort was this note.How he had,not for once,said please or neither tried to be pleasing was the essence of the note.She,who had always been a tough one to be convinced,now didn't mind being shouted at if he had a point.May be,she was enjoying this side of him,who shouted,who commanded her,who acted as if he owned her.This note where he had referred her as "angry bird" did leave her perplexed as to why he refers her differently in each note.She picked up another note which was the most confusing note.
Dear Mortal angel,
Here's wishing that someone who had changed my life from bad to worse.Happy Birthday,Witty Woman.
Your
Whatever you think I'm to you
It was after this note,she had given up on her ability to understand his humor,if it was the humor in the first place.The fact that she expected a romantic note from him and he'd written her a senseless note was enough to spoil her mood.For a girl friend's birthday,any lover who is of sound mind would write a few romantic lines to her not an incomprehensible piece of paper.It was only after his clarification,she spoke to him.The mere thought that she had been held responsible for having changed his life to worse saddened her.In the note, when he said she had changed his life to worse,he meant that in a guy's perspective.How a guy's life who's fallen in love is considered boring by a gang of guys.A guy who gets the love back from the girl whom he loves is considered being tied by guys,he meant the same.He loved his bad life,when he loved her but didn't receive her love.He loved his worse life,when they got engaged.Only she knew how she spent the day of her birthday trying to comprehend those few meaningless lines of his.When she was made understood by him,she wanted his life to always be worse,of course in a guy's perspective.She decided,after this note,that she never would try to understand his notes.
She placed his notes in the dresser and closed it.After reading the notes,she found herself more confused.What if he tries to show his humor tomorrow?? Her heartbeat grew.She ran yet another time to the mirror trying to observe any tiredness.She decided,she wouldn't take any stress regarding this.After all,it was their wedding,their vows.Let them sound stupid,let them sound funny,who cares as long as I like it,she thought.She walked to her bed and laid down pulling the comforter over her thinking that this would be the last night in her room.
Next Morning.
"Here",Simmi said handing the hair stylist a bobby pin,who was working on Sharon's hair."You look amazing",said Rinni looking at Sharon."Thanks",she said observing her hair.They had all worn purple satin knee length dress barring Simmi,who had worn purple satin gown as she was the maid of honor.Sharon took a deep breath looking at completed makeup and hair which indicated that it was the time to start for church."Are we done?",her dad asked."Yes",said she looking at him through mirror.They both were tensed.If she had loved any male beyond limits after her dad was him.To spend a life with her love,she had to leave her first love."Come on",her dad said signalling her to come towards him.She ran and hugged him letting him know her nervousness.He slightly rubbed her shoulders making her know that he's with her.
At the Church.
The hall was decorated with flowers.The murmur of the guests already present reflected that the ceremony was about to begun.There he was,standing nervously looking at the door waiting for her."There's still time",said Rey who stood behind him as he was the best man."I know",he said taking a deep breath.There they were,the bridesmaid's with bride's mother indicating the sooner arrival of the bride.Usher escorted Sharon's mother to her seat,who smiled at Swayam nervously.Swayam smiled back trying maximum not to show his state.
Swayam closed his eyes tensed when he heard the car's sound and opened his eyes instantaneously not having much patience left to see her.He saw her dad opening the door of the car.Swayam tried to catch a glimpse of his bride only to find her being blocked by her father.She gave her hand to her dad holding a bouquet in the other hand.She got down graciously unlike what she thought was impossible to do.She walked towards the door and smiled nervously at her friends.Sharon started walking towards Swayam while she still looked everywhere not him.Swayam,pleasantly shocked,looked at her who wasn't looking back at him.He knew she'd look beautiful but what he probably didn't realize was that she would look like an angel.She reminded him of one of his notes where he addressed her a mortal angel just to woo her.But today she proved him correct.She made his lie a truth.Swayam admired her beauty while still trying to steal a full glimpse of her face.The gown which she chose going against his wish made her look gorgeous.The gown,probably,was the only subject which they had fought upon during their shopping.Sharon wanted a strapless gown while Swayam wished to see her in a strapless gown accompanied with lace sleeves.Her bare shoulders looked stiff as she tightened her grip on the flowers holding in her right hand and also held her father's hand tight.Sharon,not letting consternation take over her,ever so slowly raised her head to see Swayam.Swayam looked handsome in a black tuxedo.His hair gelled,as she wanted him to look for the D-day.
As she walked through the hall reducing the distance between her and him,she remembered all the times they spent together.Their patch up's after acrimonious fights.How she has seen and experienced her transformation from an imperious human to a more softened human being.Her different ways to impress him when he's busy in work.And how could she forgot his unique ways of addressing her though his notes.A smile appeared on her face when remembered the only note she has ever written to him.
Dear God of Hair,
You have to accompany me to my friend's wedding ignoring our recent fight.That,however,doesn't mean I was wrong in anyway.The mistake,which I accused you of committing,still stays in its place while we attend the wedding.We shall,at least I shall,continue our fight after the wedding.I promise,which isn't similar to any of my previous promises,that I wouldn't ask you to drop me back home.
P.S.You shan't say no.You don't have an option.
Your
Always Miss Correct.
Next part coming soon.
Edited by Sravani...... - 12 years ago
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