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Chapter 31
The days passed in a whirl of shopping, fittings, beauty treatments, and stolen moments. Daadisa was brought home on the fourth day, frail, but with a new zeal to live. She insisted on following a few traditions - uptan <application of a mixture of sandalwood and mehendi. Preparations had to be made for that too. On the second day before the wedding, Sid and Prats had to go for their final fitting. Accompanied by the two mothers, Jagan, and Kangan, they entered the high-end designer showroom, keen on seeing the final output. Even though the wedding was small, the bride had to look her best.
Amidst a soft whisper of oohs, the ladies watched in awe as an ethereal gold toned lehenga, delicately embellished a thin red border, pearls, and zari work, was drawn reverently from its box. Jagan and Sid were busy with Sid's matching outfit. Half Sid's attention was on the happy face that glowed more than the fragments of tissue in her hand. What deep pleasure it gave him to see her so happy and content! He so wished that he could give her this pleasure forever.
Picking up her joda <dress>, Prats went off to the spacious changing room to try the clothes on. Kangan was on call to assist her, whenever needed. As Prats drew on the lustrous lehenga, she couldn't help wondering if Sid would like it. Would she really look good enough in his eyes? He did keep praising her in everything she wore, but was that just to keep her happy? Putting on her blouse, she reached behind to pull up the tiny zip holding it in place. Struggling and contorting herself in her attempts, she finally had to call out, "Kangan, come help me, please! I cannot manage by myself..." Bending to adjust her lehenga, she gasped in shock; warm, hard hands had clasped her hips, holding her in place while mobile lips nibbled a path down where her zip should have been.
"Sid! What are you doing here? Someone will see us..." He husked, "Na, Kangan and Jagan are keeping everyone busy..." Twisting her around, he nibbled a couple of kisses down her arched neck, "Sweetheart, we can't meet after tonight... I know that for sure. Just want to spend a couple of minutes in your arms, to sustain me till Saturday." Winding her fingers tenderly in his hair, she pulled his head up to gaze deep into his eyes, "Yeah Sid... Saturday, and we will be together forever. Till then, my darling..." She kissed his forehead tenderly, string kisses along his eyebrows, his nose, his cheeks, down his slightly bristly chin, pausing just before his lips, waiting for him to grab her lips up with his. Holding her as gently as if she was breakable and infinitely precious, he breathed a soft kiss over her lips, waiting till her lips parted softly before taking her mouth and tongue in the softest, tenderest kiss imaginable. Losing themselves in the warmth of other, they woke up to reality when a soft knock on the door made Sid quickly put her away from him with regret. Flicking her nose with his finger, he whispered, "Until Saturday, sweetheart," before quickly vanishing out the door.
That evening, for the first time, Sid's family came to the Singhs without Sid. They brought with them Sid's cousins who tenderly anointed Prats with the uptan they had brought. Using betel leaves, they daubed her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin with the golden paste. As a dholak <drum> was brought out, the two familes sat down to sing some ancient songs and anoint each other with uptan too. As the anointment degenerated into a free for all, there was much merriment and laughter, as the uptan was plastered on everyone who passed by, even the men. Prats sat demurely, enjoying the antics and the pleasure of her family. However, her pleasure was somewhat dimmed by the fact that she could not see the sparkling eyes she so longed to see.
Early the next morning, as she woke to prepare for the milk bath her mother and aunt would give her, her phone rang. Smiling at the name Siddhanth sahib blinking on the screen, she sank back on the bed, hearing the voice she had so longed to hear. "Good morning, Piyu...just one more day to go. Did you sleep well? I didn't..." Giggling softly, Prats said, "I slept wonderfully, Sid. With so much pampering, who wouldn't?" "Really, Piyu? You must be glowing then... Can you come out on the balcony, please baby?" Getting up, Piyu asked, "The balcony, Sid?" Running to the balcony on wings of hope, she peered down, and there he was, sitting in his Jaguar and smiling up at her. Almost jumping up and down with glee, she captured the kiss he blew her in one hand, holding it to her heart, before blowing a series of kisses at him. Laughing aloud at the mimed faint, she whispered, "Thank you, Sid. I so needed to see you today..." Wincing as her ear was pulled, she turned to see Geeta, grinning and shaking a finger at Sid. Pulling Prats in gently, she laughed "You two are incorrigible! Sumita didi, your daughter is a goner!"
That evening, as the apartment block lit up in a cascade of tiny, yellow, flickering lights, the sounds of the shehnai emanated into the surroundings. The mehendiwalis<ladies who apply henna> arrived, ready to decorate the hands of the few ladies present in the house. Sid's mother had already delivered the mehendi from her house - meant especially for Prats. Sitting Prats down in a comfortable position, the main mehendiwali began the long and arduous process of decorating Prats arms - till the elbows - and legs - till the knees. Watching the intricate whorls being drawn on her, Prats felt a deep sense of satisfaction... A few of her friends who had come down from Jaitsar and Delhi attended to all her needs, making her feel as if she were a queen. Even though she had been married earlier, she had never understood the rituals so far...
Indira came running over to her side, holding her phone to her ear. It was Sid again. "Piyu, I have your name written on my palm... it feels wonderful. Did they do the same to you?" Piyu smiled shyly at Indira, "Yes, Sid... the name Siddhanth has been interwoven on my hand and in my life forever. Now, only the formalities are left to be completed tomorrow." Sighing hard, Sid whispered, "One more sleepless night for me, Piyu. But, you rest well... You'll need it, darling."
Originally posted by: doka1709
There is a song in my country that goes like this "Sunday, damn Sunday..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=hH7T5LOFpSw#t=35Listening to it at the moment and it really reflects my feelings! I so got used to my daily dose of SY and I cannot wait for the next update!!! Of all the addictions in the world I got a SY one 😆😆😆!But I am not complaining, no, no, no 😉!!! Thank you for bringing this beautiful story to our lives and for letting us enjoy all those sweet moments of our SY 🤗 ❤️ 👏
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