Heart Felt

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"Offoo ye ladki," A woman entered her daughter's room. Seeing her daughter sleeping peacefully, she pinched her tip of nose to control her anger as she didn't want to lash out on her daughter on her special day. She huffed, and pulled off curtains, welcoming the sunlight to peak inside the room.

As the sunlight hit her laying petite, she snuggle more into her comforter as it could engulf her.

"Get up you lazy head," Woman patted her head, and shook her figure who was busy in sleeping like kumbhkaran.

"Let me sleep maa," She murmured against her pillow and sighed.

"I am warning you, GET UP and TAKE BATHE," Her mother screamed, making her lazy petite stood up straight and rushed toward bathroom after grabbing her towel.

She rested her body against door of bathroom and yawned, rubbing her eyes to shoo away the sleep. She stood up in front of mirror and took out toothbrush and toothpaste from cabinet near the mirror and start brushing her teeth. She leaned against washbasin and lazily brushed her teeth. After brushing her teeth, she stood under shower and turn in on to take bath as per her mother's order.

She lazily dragged herself out of the bathroom where her mother was impatiently waiting for her to come out of bathroom.

"Itna aalsi kon hota hai," Her mother face palmed, as she sat on bed and yawned loudly.

"Here is your chocolate milk and now get ready, as we're getting late," Her mother commanded and jog toward her cupboard to take out the saree they bought few days ago for her special day.

"My daughter will look gorgeous in this saree," Her mother murmured, caressing the embroidery of the saree; just like she did that day when they bought it.

"I know," She grinned, gulping down her chocolate milk and wiped her lips from her mother's saree's pallu.

"Now get ready," Her mother kissed her forehead lovingly and exited.

She took her saree and looked at it dreamingly, as she fought that day for buying this saree for this day. She wore blouse and peticot, after that she start to drape saree on her lean petite. She just had excitement to wear that saree.

She tried to arrange plates many times but failed every time and huffed in annoyance. She was waiting for her cousin to come and help but it looked like she disappear somewhere into the thin air.

"Kaha marr gayi ye meher," She gritted her teeth, and struggled with plates of saree. A girl of her same age came inside her room, running and hold her ears before apologising for being late when she needed her the most.

"Sorry sorry, Mami ji gave me some work," She apologized again and helped her with her saree.

"It's okay, now help me to drape this hell on me," She said in annoyance.

"Calm down girl," Meher laughed on her cousin's annoyance and helped her to get ready. Whereas she wore heavy embroidery worked anarkali of peach colour which matched her fair complex.

"Let's make your hairs and some make up on your balloon like face," She teased her, dragged her to dressing table and make her sit on stool.

"Shut up. My face is sexy," She made a pout looking at her mirror's reflection and blow a kiss.

"Save these kisses for the person who would love to receive them and in exchange, will shower more kisses to you," Her cousin giggled, as her cheeks reddened on her bold comment.