Whose side are you from?

“Whose side are you from? The bride or the groom?” She asked me.

I looked at her. Dressed in a lehenga, the usual dress for a girl in a wedding ceremony, she looked far from usual. There was an unusual aura about her. And there I was, melting at her beauty. Usually, the outfit of anyone in a wedding or an engagement is to flaunt and impress. And I never was interested in being impressed by a girl in her wedding outfit.

But here I was. Impressed by her beauty. Beneath the layers of makeup put on her, I felt there was a real beauty hiding a beauty which I longed to see for my entire life.bo could just look at her till eternity, I told myself.

“Hello! Whose side are you from?” She asked me again, snapping her fingers. Oh! I could see her do that for all eternity

I came back from the imaginary world I was in and shot back a question to her. “Guess?”

Honestly, I’m not from either side I just popped into the wedding to get some decent food. I’ve been having just enough food to survive since I lost my job. I’m running out of my savings and I can’t afford a decent meal unless I can have a job. I craved good food despite me being unable to afford it. And I was not going to lose any opportunity where I could get good food without spending a lot. And weddings are the best place to get good food.

I’ve never crashed into a wedding in my entire life, and I did it only because I was desperate.

“You must be from the groom’s side I know everyone from the bride’s side” she replied with a smile. A dimple appeared on her cheek when she smiled.

“Ah! You got me. I am Raj, a friend of the groom” I said, making sure that I said “of the groom” in a hushed tone. “And you are?” I asked her, extending my hand to shake hers.

“I am Shravani, sister of the bride” she replied, shaking my hand. Although my intention was to get some food, there was nothing wrong in knowing someone. Someone as beautiful as her.

“So what do you do?” I asked her.

“I am studying. Computer science engineering in ABC college” she replied. Sorry, I didn’t properly hear what her college name was. I’m guessing she said something and I’m filling with random things I can think of. I was busy admiring her beauty.

“What about you?” She asked me.

“I’m a designer” I replied. I didn’t know what to say next. Luckily, circumstances gave me some time to prepare for the next statement. She was called by one of her relatives towards whom she ran after telling me to have dinner.

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon” I said as I walked towards the hall. I forgot the pangs of hunger that were so intense when I came in. They showed their presence once I reached the buffet.
I took some food and tried to engross myself in it. But I could only think of her. The way she talked, the way she smiled, the snapping of her fingers. Oh! I couldn’t think of anything else. I replayed the entire conversation we had over and over again until I could remember every gesture by heart.

I couldn’t remove her from my mind. I just couldn’t. I wanted to ask her out. I had to. I want to take her out, buy her a coffee and listen to her talk, despite me being unable to afford it. Or I’ll go mad. I’ve made my decision. I looked around to see if she was here. She was nowhere to be found. My heart was broken. No one in this entire world made me feel like this.

And as the first rain of summer falls and lets a cool breeze in its vicinity, her entrance sent a cool breeze to my heart. This is it, this is the moment, I decided and I walked up to her.

“You’re looking really beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you” she replied with a smile. God, that dimple again.
“Would you like to grab a coffee sometime?” I asked her.
“Whoa! Wow” she exclaimed. I couldn’t make out if it was a yes or no.
“You can also say no, you know,” I said. I was hoping she’d say yes, but expecting a no.
“No, it’s okay. I’d love to get a coffee sometime” she replied.
“So it’s a YES?”
“YES”

Image source: Pixabay

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