Palak Deora: 23 years old, 5'6 feet, flirty, possessive, emotional and enjoys life to the fullest, loves challenges, gets everyone's attention, loves dancing, photography and drawing. Talented in many fields, she is not shy she is private. Never sha...
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Palak didn't know was it the best or worst decision to go for the wedding, she was sitting in the car with Avyansh rethinking her decision
She was looking outside while his eyes were on her, he didn't even blink or try to hide, he was mesmerized by the peach colour saree she wore
"Oh I forgot the invitation card" Palak said and he raised his eyebrows, he took a card from his inner jacket and forwarded it to her
"Wait- this card is different" she said looking at the card, the writing was the same but it looked more expensive
"It's VIP card MR. Verma made for his son's wedding, gross! wedding Mai bhi high class low class" Avyansh said and she looked at him, she didn't know this and all goes in wedding, this is straight stupidity
"I can't with these people" Palak said slamming the card on the seat and turning, she hates this kind of stuff, but suddenly she realised something
"Wait!! You mean you had this invitation even before I got one?" she also and he shrugged at her, wasn't it obvious
"Surprise!" He said flickering fingers and she glared at him, that's why he was asking to tag along
"Mr. Verma is Mr. Malhotra's secretary so I got an invitation" he said looking bored, she knew he mentioned his father with his surname
They reached the venue, she saw a huge crowd of media outside the gate, but they were already inside and no one would even see them
They used the invitation and went in, they were sitting exactly 2nd row in front of the mandap
Palak looked at the groom and the bride, she took a deep breath, she looked at Avyansh who kept his hand behind her on the sofa
She then saw the mandap, the dream she once saw was now the reality of someone else, she sighted, hiding her sweating hands between her knees
Palak looked at her father in law who sat infront of them, she saw him now, should she talk?
"No need to talk to him" Avyansh said and she looked at him and turned
"Why is she sitting on the VIP side?" Kajol asked grinning her teeth and looked at Sumit, they were performing rituals
"How should I know babe, can we concentrate on our wedding instead" Sumit said and Kajol looked at Palak who was sitting on the sofa
Kajol was Sumit's best friend for a long time, when she saw him hanging out with some other girl, she didn't like it, she didn't want anyone to take what was here, she didn't love him, she was just obsessed with hey best friend
"Why did you come here anyways?" Palak asked Avyansh who looked at her, they were sitting too close, she wanted to move but the two seater sofa didn't have much space or you can say Avyansh covered it
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