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"Ovi, darling! From where did you purchase this gorgeous gown!" gawked a few aunties as they passed by the birthday girl.
"Oh, it's nothing, just a Valentino piece I had lying around'" Ovi smiled. "I really don't want a lot this year. I mean, nothing to fancy. Just' just a small wish." she shot a quick glance at Arjun who, in the opposite corner of the room, had just downed his fifth shot of whiskey.
"Well, we hope your wish is granted." the aunties winked through their masquerade masks.
Crowds of Mumbai's elite and Ovi's closest friends filled the room. So many people, yet she still felt so alone. She felt as if she were only the mere ice sculpture of her own birthday party. A mere ornament to be contemplated but promptly forgotten.
"Arjun, dear!" Ovi made her way through the sea of guests to link her arm with Arjun's. "How do I look?"
"Erm'" Arjun repressed his honest opinion of her ostentatious get-up and for a lack of better words, responded with a curt, "Good."
"Why aren't you wearing your mask?"
"You know I don't like this Ovi'" Arjun began. "I' I don't like these parties, this congestion, these meaningless niceties ' you know?"
Ovi did not know. Regardless of his complaint, she tied his mask on him. "Listen Arjun. Aaj mera birthday hain. (Today is my birthday.) I don't want these petty complaints or any of your incessant alcoholism tonight."
"Sorry'" Arjun backed away as she hissed. "I'm- oh, look!"
Arjun pushed Ovi aside and sped to the entrance to meet his incandescent Purvi. She arrived in a one shoulder white dress that fell just before her knees. Her ebony tresses draped her shoulders and her dark eyes met Arjun's.
"Purvi, tu aayi? (You came?)" Arjun grinned from ear to ear as her pushed he bangs behind her ear.
"Arjun'" Purvi blushed as she looked down at the tiled floor. "Yaha pe' bahut sare log hain.. (There are a lot of people here')"
"So? Let them all know you're mine." he kissed her warm, soft cheek.
"Arjun!" Ovi snapped the couple out of their moment of tenderness with a starling screech. "Wouldn't you like to, to introduce me to your friend?"
Purvi shrank away in fear. Ovi's eyes pierced right through her ostentatiously decorated mask. Her bowtie lips were pressed together, as if suppressing a bashing, and her cheeks were reddening in fury. The seemingly small bomb seemed ready to burst out of her organza wrapping.
"Well, uh, this is my' my friend! My friend Purvi. You remember when I had a car crash? She was the doctor who helped me. Well, she's not a doctor yet. But she has helped me a lot." Arjun held Purvi's waist, "And Purvi, this is my friend Ovi. She's a fashion model. Practically a sister to me."
Sister? Ovi couldn't believe Arjun had just regarded her as a sister. I'm Sachin's sister. Not Arjun's. Arjun' is this.. this is what you think of me? Her eyes began to water.
"Um, excuse me' I have to greet other important guests." Ovi moved to the washroom to readjust herself."
"Chal Purvi, main tujhe Manav Uncle aur Sachin se milatha hu." Arjun guided her to the punch table, where Sachin and Manav had entered a heated debate about whether the chicken or egg came first.
"Listen baba, there needs to be a chickenfirst to have laid the egg!"
"But Sachin beta, where did that chicken come from? There has to have been an egg first."
"Um, Manav Uncle, Sachin." Arjun butted in, "This is Purvi. She's the doctor who helped me recover from the car accident."
"Ah, so this is your lady friend?" Sachin remarked, eyeing Purvi head to toes. Purvi blushed in embarrassment. "Nice choice, Kirloskar."
"Hello Ms. Purvi. I'm Manav Deshmukh." he extended an arm.
"Oh, why who doesn't know about you Mr. Deshmukh? You've invested so much into Mumbai. Economic growth in the private sector is all due to you, sir!" Purvi shook his hand tightly.
"Dear, I'm so flattered. One of good choices you've made, Arjun." Manav smirked, "Befriendig Miss' uh'"
"Purvi." Arjun rolled his eyes and pulled Purvi away.
"Kya hua Aru? (What happened, Aru?)" Purvi asked.
"I can't stand Manav Uncle. He never leaves an opportunity to insult me' just forget it. Will you dance with me, my flower?"
"Of course, but to this music?" Purvi questioned in response to the subtle classical music playing in background.
"Yes, just follow my lead." He locked his hand in hers and brought her to the center of the room under a glowing, glass chandelier.
Paganini's Caprice No. 24 strummed while the elites of Mumbai sparingly took sips of France's renowned Chardonnay. Women were dressed in matte colored gowns and men looked dapper in trimming suits, all masked by gaudy, bejeweled masquerade masks. A laugh was heard here and there, but mostly discussions of politics, fashion, economics, and gossip filled the air. The same banal conversations were repeated between the same doctors, lawyers, engineers, and businessmen at each party. These functions became constant, the only variable being the reason for gathering.
Purvi, feeling out of place, clung on to Arjun. They swayed back and forth for a while, until they began skipping, twirling, and dipping each other. They let out uncontrollable bellies of laughter, embodying the true meaning of celebration. The two soon became the center of gravity, each pair of eyes concentrating of the vivacious couple.
Ovi, after reapllying her makeup, had stepped out of the washroom to find Arjun and Purvi frolicking, making a mockery of the high class event.
"Yeh kya ho raha hain!?! (What's going on?)" Ovi approached Manav and Arjun
"Pyaar." Sachin responded in admiration.
"Foolish jawani." Manav arrogantly remarked.
"Cut the music and roll out the cake. It's now or never." Ovi rushed up to her room to retrieve a ring.
~~~
"Excuse me!" a waiter pushed Arjun and Purvi away from the chandelier and rolled in a red velvet cake designed as a Christian Louboutin high heel.
Ovi quickly descended from the staircase, grabbed a mike, and made her way to the cake to begin an unforgettable speech:
"Hello everyone and welcome to my 21st birthday bash. I'd just like to make a short thank you and request before I cut the cake. So, firstly, thanks to my father and brother. They have provided more love and support than I could've asked for. They've filled the void of being motherless. Whatever I am today, whoever I am today, it's because of these two special men. The years will go by, but I'll be forever indebted to these two. My baba, who's always shielded me from the world with his strong arms, and Sachu dada, who, despite his antics, will always be the friend I can confide to. I love you both dearly. Happy 21 years of being a family and many more to come!" Ovi wiped away a tear before proceeding.
"And now, for a request. Arjun, since you moved in with us you became my best friend. You are my definition of perfect. Handsome, smart, funny, but most importantly, honest. You've always believed in me even if the world turned their back on me. I'm 21 now and I have my whole life ahead of me. But this life would be meaningless without you. I want you, I need you, I love you. All I want for my birthday is for you promise we'll spend our best and worst times together, just as we have been. Will you marry me?"
Ovi extended a 24 carat ring out towards Arjun. Arjun stared dumbfounded at a weeping Purvi. Purvi couldn't believe that she was betrayed, that everyone had been toying with the emotions of the middle class girl all along. She ran off from the party, leaving Arjun stuck between to utterly confused women.
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