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"Prachi, you're ready" Matilda, her wedding planner who was in her mid forties dressed in black business suit holding prachi's bridal bouquet told her.
'Okay!" Prachi beamed. She couldn't believe that she was going to get married to her long time Gujrati-catholic boyfriend. It wasn't exactly planned in a way; she had always liked spending time with him. Who wouldn't he is one hot guy! Yeah, everyone thought that he is hot but that wasn't the reason she had wanted to marry him. She was tired of hearing her friends talk about their fianc's and husbands and their kids. She felt ashamed of being 25 and still not yet married nor engaged and her too good to be boyfriend don't even want to take their 2 year relationship to another level. How selfish could he be? She thought of breaking up with him most of the time but didn't since her mother dotes him and is always on his favor. Whenever prachi talks bad on him, her mother stands up for him like jhaansi ki rani and protect her to-be-son-in-law.
She made up her mind when her cousin Nainitara who was almost 5 years younger than her came home and announced that she was getting married soon. She almost choked out the juice she was having on hearing her news. From there, she made up her mind that she will one way or the other will marry him before her reputation go in for a toss with her cousin's wedding. Congratulating her in haste, she dashed out of her house to his office. She cursed herself all the way for not pressing him to marry her. if she did, now she would have a ring on her finger which was the only thing missing from her jewelries.
She barged into his office fuming with anger. She didn't even care the eyes that were on her in the board-room. She demanded him to get married to her and poor him out of embarrassment agreed to get married. The workers there pitied on him for having a monster of a girlfriend but she cared nonetheless. All she wanted to do was to get married.
Taking a deep breath she walked towards the door adjusting her huge bobbinet. Her wedding gown was specially ordered from the famous bride designer Helen Rodrigues. Prachi wanted everything perfact. From the wedding dress to the food, she was the one who arranged it all. People were amazed how she survived when most of them were on the verge of attempting suicide. Though with a wedding planner by her side, she didn't let anything fall out of place.
Her bridal wear was beautiful and looked like a bride on a wedding cake. She looked herself one more time in the mirror before walking out from her room clutching the bouquet from Matilda's hands nervously. She smiled broadly making sure that no one noticed how nervous she was. 'Damn! Ayesha was right, I should've taken acting clasess" she muttered under her breath. She saw her father walking towards her and she immediately ran to him and threw her arms around him.
"oh dad! Thank god you are here, I thought you are mad at me cuz I'm marrying a Gujrati-catholic"
"Aww my princess, I don't mind you marrying a donkey like him as long as he keeps you happy"
"Inder" Premlata glared at him while prachi laughed. She knew that her father was just trying to drive out her nervousness.
Inder cupped his daughter's face when a film of tears formed in his eyes. he still cant belive that the girl who once used to dress up as a bride to play is now truly a bride and will soon be walking down the aisle. His princess has truly grown up. "Dad!" Prachi called as she saw the tears form in his eyes.
"Oh my god my baby is so grown up" Inder sobbed while Premlata comforted him handling him a tissue.
"aww dad!" Prachi hugged him happily. Her father was always the sensitive one in the family and would cry for over small issues and her mother was a fighter.
"Prachi, time to go!" Matilda reminded her seeing the emotional scene between the trio. She knew Indian people are very sensitive when it comes to weddings but she wasn't in a mood to watch all that as she was craving to finish off the wedding and go home to take a hot shower. Prachi has drove her crazy for the past week and she was more than happy that the wedding will be over in few hours time.
Inder and PL left the corridor to the hallway where the groom and guests were waiting for her. Taking a deep breath she walked towards the hallway and stopped when she remembered to put down her veil. After putting them down, she moved in as the slow rhythm began to play as she entered the hallway. She looked around and plastered a smile on her face as she slowly moved down the aisle.
As she walked down, she looked at her beautifully decorated hall and the people were starting at her with awe. She knew she has done a perfect job in arranging everything. She began to see if it is perfect or not and scanned the room trying to avoid her nervousness with every pair of eyes in the hall on her. 'for gods sake cant they look at the groom? Its his wedding too' she thought frustuated. She hated being in the center of attention. She squirmed and began to mutter to herself. "Ok be cool, now calm down, this is your first wedding, don't freak out'what the hell?
"Its not the curtains I ordered" She turned to Matilda and told her out loud as she saw the hideous green curtains hanging. Everyone stared at her in shock. Matilda came running to her and began to whisper.
"I'm sorry Prachi, the curtain you ordered had to be changed today as your fianc' accidently spilled coffee in the morning and we had to replace them with the ones that were available at the hotel"
"is this the last place on earth where you could find curtains?" she glared at her.
"I'm extremely sorry prachi but there was no other way, its Sunday and the shops are closed" Matilda said looking around embarrassed as Prachi has started her fuss about perfection.
"Dammit" she stomped on the ground not realizing that it was actually Matilda's foot that she stomped on. Matilda let out a small howl of pain and prachi stared at her with a raised brow. She immediately gave her a smile and gestured Prachi to move forward. Prachi cleaned out the invisible dust from her dress and began to move forward.
'Look at him standing there with that smile on his face after ruining my perfect wedding with those hideous curtains' her conscious began to speak to her.
'what more can I do, now that the wedding is happening'
'cant you just runaway?'
'what?! At this time? no way, I cant leave my wedding like this'
'oh really?!'
'yeah! I don't want to be called a coward, I want to be called as a sherni'
'not sherni my dear, Mrs. Tribianni'
'who is that?'
'Its you'you are gonna be called as Mrs.Prachi Sean Tribbiani'
'Ohmigod chee'I don't want to have that name'
'There is no other choice baby, that's why I'm telling you, runaway'
'No way! So what if I am gonna be called as Mrs. Sean Tribbiani? I don't mind, he is a darling'
'A darling who has no choice in anything, look at those curtains and oh my god! Look at his suit!! Its white!! did he actually pull off a waiter's suit? Prachi yeh tune kya kiya?'
'will you shut up and let me walk? I have enough trouble than dealing with everything, I am going to give him a good kick for not wearing the suit I gave him'but for now, let him rest'he is gonna be in hell after we gets married' Prachi smirked at the thought and Sean smiled her back though he had no idea what was on her mind right now.
She stopped midway as a dvd began to play on the plama tv beside Sean. She had placed two of them on either side of the stage and she had no idea where the other one was. She swore that she will find and kill the person who was messing up with her wedding. Taking her attention back to the dvd that was playing, her jaw dropped ten feet under as she saw Sean dancing to the most horrendous music with the most horrendous steps wearing a saree WITH a girl wearing a bikini.
"Oh my god!" Sean clasped his hands over his mouth as he saw it.
"Prachi, baby this is really not me" he said coming towards her. "I mean its really me..but'"
Prachi glared at him with anger boiling inside her. she wanted to through her shoes at him, slap him hard across his face. All went in haze, she felt her hands on his cheek and she was staring at her with a hand over his cheeks.
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Index:
Part 1 - page 01 Part 2 - page 03 Part 3 - page 07 Part 4 - page 12 Part 5 - page 15
Part 6 - page 23 Part 7 - page 29 Part 8 - page 32 Part 9 - page 37 Part 10 - page 43
Part 11 - page 49 Part 12A - page 54 Part 12B - page 57 Part 12C - page 61 Part 12D - page 66 Part 13 - page 72 Part 14 - page 78 Last Parts A - page 83 Last Parts B - page 88
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