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06:37 Pm, 7th March, Ambience Mall, Vasant Kunj, Delhi
"Nope. Your boobs look small."
Kavya shakes her head for the nth time this evening. I groan, my hands itching to pull on her hair in frustration.
We have been shopping for the past two hours for my wedding functions and while my wedding dress was supposed to be a gift from Mumma's collection, the rest were to be a gift, courtesy of Mahir's mother. That brought us to the mall. While my mother and Sonakshi Aunty shopped for their things, with Mahir and the boys, I was holed up in a lingerie store with my freak best friend.
Because as Kavya Arora says, 'If ya got it, ya flaunt it.'
"That's it. I'm going away," Dravya says from outside the trial room and Kavya instantly snaps and runs out of the trial room to go after him.
Why was he in a store full of women's undergarments? One reason, two syllables. Kavya.
Apparently, seeing Dravya uncomfortable and squirming brought her some sick joy. Well, it was funny to watch his face go all puffy and red in embarrassment but calling him to a lingerie store was too wild, even for her.
But the more I observe her the more I realise, she is unusually crazy whenever Nayan is around. The two always look at each other as if they'd either stab each other right in their heads or kill the people around them.
Personally, it was funny to see her getting riled up. It brought some sort of relief to find the crazy witch getting humbled if not bested by someone equally crazier. I'm surprised how Mahir fell for someone as outgoing as Nayan. But then again, opposites always attract.
I sigh, closing the trial room's door after Kavya and shake my head as I get out of the bra she had selected for me. Trying on the last one, I frown when it doesn't fit and pull it off before shrugging on my t-shirt and opening the door a little.
"Excuse me?" I call out and the assistant runs to me, her eyes going over to the red bra in my hands.
"Yes ma'am?"
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