"do you believe in love at first sight?"
"not until i saw you."
In which two young incredible actors, fall in love at first sight, despite their differences.
or
In which, I live out my daydream of being in love with Timothée Chalamet, through Alia...
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Amara sat by the window as she gazes out into the view below. Her family, her aunts and uncles, her cousins and of course, friends of the engaged couple were gathered around. They were eating and drinking, chatting and laughing. She smiles at the little children that were running around and her old folks who were dancing to bhangra beats.
But the feeling of sadness kept washing at her repeatedly like waves. She was incredibly happy for her sister but in the moment, she was dearly missing her parents. They should have been here. They should have been part of the festivities.
"This is a wedding Amara, not a funeral. Stop looking so gloomy. You're killing everyone's vibe right now."
Amara turns her head towards the door where she saw her sister. Laila was already in one of her many beautiful sarees, ready to formally greet the guests that had arrived. The purple silk on her made her look like a goddess, ready to be worshipped.
"And why aren't you dressed yet?" her sister asks again. She walks towards Amara's closet and single handedly picked a lengha for her. She placed it gently on her bed and approached the younger girl.
Amara's solemn look never changed. In fact, since Laila arrived in her room, her expression only saddened.
"What is it, meri jaan?" Laila asks. She sits opposite of Amara and reached her hand out to hold her sister's smaller ones. Amara didn't say a word but Laila already had her answer.
"Yeah," she says, looking down. "I miss them too."
Amara glanced outside again. As she smiled through her tears, she imagined what her parents would have been doing if they were still alive.
"Papa would be dancing right now with the boys. Maa would have been busy gossiping with the ladies."
Laila chuckled at the imagination. If anyone were missing them more than Amara, it was Laila. She was getting married in four days and she wished her parents would be the one to give her away.
"You won't leave me, right?" Laila broke out of her daze when Amara questioned her. She frowns at what her sister was asking, knowing confidently what her answer will always be.
"Kabhee naheen," she promises. "Is this what you're upset about? You were afraid I would leave you?"
"That, and I miss Papa aur Maa."
"You know I'd be crazy to leave your dumbass alone, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Just needed to make sure," Amara laughs.
"Remember what Maa used to say?" Laila asked, wondering if her little sister recalled their mother's advice, when they were younger.
"She said a lot of things, didi. Specifically about you, being a bully. All the fucking time."
Laila throws her head back laughing. She remembered all the trouble she got caught in because she would always take Amara's belongings and hid it in places no one could ever find.
The two sisters had always been different from each other. While Laila was a realist, Amara was the everglowing optimist. Laila was the wise one while Amara was the jokester.
"Yeah and then we'd fight and she would always try to patch things up between us? Remember what she would say to us?"
Amara smiles at the memory and nods her head.
"Aap soory aur chandrama ke roop mein bhinn ho sakate hain," Amara states.
"Lekin ek hee rakt aapake donon dilon se bahata hai," Laila finishes.
Laila holds her pinky finger out. "You're the sun."
Amara wraps hers around her sister's. "And you're the moon."
"But the same blood flows through our hearts," they say in unison.
Laila places her hands on both sides of Amara's face and gives her a light kiss on the forehead.
"Jao. Go change and I'll see you downstairs, okay?"
Amara nods as Laila proceeds to leave her room. Before the younger Kishore could enter the bathroom, her sister calls out.
"Oh and Amara," she said. "You might want to wear some makeup."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't get me wrong, you look flawless right now. But trust me, you'll thank me." With that, Laila leaves.
Amara blinks in confusion but grabs her makeup bag, just like her sister insisted. Her mind blanks as she tries to figure out what her sister was up to. Little did she know, that downstairs, her friends were having the shock of their lives.
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Luca, Talia and Grace sat comfortably in the lavish chairs placed under the small gazebo. Luca was filling his face with indian delicacies as Talia and Grace looked at him in horror.
"Do you ever stop eating?" Talia asks.
"What?" he says, but his words were incoherent with all the food in his mouth.
"She said you need to stop being a fat fuck, Luca," Grace exclaims, passing him a glass of water and packet of tissues.
Luca gobbles down the remaining food in his mouth, then drank the water. Whilst drinking, his eyes caught sight of a group of people. In shock, he spits his water out, splashing onto his two best friends.
"Oh my fucking god, Luca!"
"Dude, come on!"
They yell at him but Luca ignored them, his wide eyes still gazed upon the group of guests that had just arrived. They follow his sight and their eyes widened in response as well.
"I thought we agreed not to call him, Grace!" Talia reprimands.
"What?! I didn't call him! Luca?"
"Yo, I had no part in this shit."
They continue staring at Dev shaking hands and hugging Armie, Elizabeth, Saoirse and Timothée. They were all huddled around each other and laughing, as they walk in.
"Okay, if neither of you called him, then who the hell did?" Talia begs for an answer.
"I did."
The friends screamed and jumped at the voice that came from behind.
"Laila? You called them?"
"Anyone with eyes could see that Timothée and Amara like each other. But you guys were right. She's afraid and she needs the push."
Laila stares at Timothée, a big grin etched on her face.
"And there's no better person to push her than me."
The trio looked at each other and slowly, conniving smiles started to form on each of their faces. This was going to be a fun week for all of them, indeed.
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translations:
"Meri jaan" - My love.
"Kabhee naheen" - Never.
"Papa aur Maa" - Dad and Mum.
"Aap soory aur chandrama ke roop mein bhinn ho sakate hain, lekin ek hee rakt aapake donon dilon se bahata hai" - You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through your hearts.
