Marrying him was never supposed to happen. Rather, she had to be far away from him and his memories. She believed in love because of him, she cried because of him and now she's heartbroken because of him.
Kyra Malhotra- A fashion designer by profess...
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"No, Mom. I am looking like a clown." I complained, looking at myself in the mirror.
"Kyra, you have to wear this. Today is an important ritual before the wedding, and I won't let you sit in your jeans that you've been wearing these past two days." Mom said sternly.
"I can wear something else that is traditional as well." I reasoned.
"For example?" She questioned.
"Uhh- you must be having something?" I asked back.
"No, I don't. Just complete your look and get downstairs the very next moment. We need to start soon." She said, getting out of my room.
Mom had given me a Saree to wear. It had minimal stone work on the whole thing with a small beaded border in the corner. A sleeveless blouse in the same color was pairing it.
I made my way downstairs with much difficulty due to the saree. There were a couple of times I was about to fall, but only I knew how I controlled myself. I was hungry as hell, so I directly went to the kitchen without paying any attention to my surroundings.
"Yes baby, don't worry." I heard Dhruv say who was sitting on the stool by the countertop.
"Of course. Today itself Sarah. I won't let you sleep even for a minute." Came his voice, and I immediately gagged.
I turned hastily, not in a mood of listening to their romantic talks. I didn't know that someone was just behind, resulting in me losing my balance.
"Woah! Where are you running like this?" Aarav questioned, straightening me.
"T-they-" I hesitated what to tell him.
"Well, at the end, you heard what you do as well." He butted in.
"What?" I questioned, horrified.
"Little Kyra, don't underestimate me. I may have been single all my life, but I do know what my friends are up to. Especially you four." He said with a smug look.
"You are insane." I said with a pink hue on my cheeks. His words had immediately made me recall Ahaan and I's moments.
My stomach again growled, signaling my hunger, so I made my way back to the kitchen, and by now, Dhruv's call was already over.
"You are looking like a balloon." Was Dhruv's first words.
"I know, right? But who will make Mom understand?" I replied, agreeing with him for the first time.
