A Love Story

Sneaking In

So finally the day is here. I'm going to be his fiancé for real. I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly to calm my nervous self.

I wore my engagement dress which Shaad chose for me for this day. On the day of shopping, I didn't even imagine that between these say I would actually fall in love with him.

I smiled remembering our date and my first kiss. I looked down and my eyes stopped at my hands designed with henna (mehendi). I smiled remembering that evening.

Everybody was super happy around us. Whole venue was filled with pleasant smell of Henna and Haldi (turmeric). As much as we girls were enjoying this smell, the same was irritating shit out of boys.

"Yaar.. When will the henna artist come? I am dying to put on some." I cried impatiently. Checking out if any present artist is available but no, everyone was occupied.

"Searching for me? " Shaad stood beside me. Nihal elbowed me teasingly.

I looked at him with a pug face "If you know how to apply henna then yes, I am looking for you. And if not, then shoo! " I pushed him an arm distance away.

"Why you girls like that.. That shit! God that look like shit, smells like shit. Shit! " he said in disgust.

"Iqra loves that shit.. " I glared at Nihal and she corrected "uh.. Henna. She likes henna."

"And that 'shit' smell is better than that of your alcohol! " I flashed a sarcastic smile.

"Champagne sharab nahi hoti." He recited the freaking Bollywood dialogue and then mumbled "that doesn't mean I don't drink the other types." Which was loud enough for me and Nihal to hear. Nihal snickered beside me and I mouthed 'Jerk' to Shaad.

Soon I sat with henna artist applying beautiful design on my palms. The cool paste was tingling my skin. I was smiling all along. After the artist was done, I checked out her work. It was beautiful!

"Beautiful! Thank you." I said politely. Just like any other girl my mehendi also had the initial of my fiancé hidden in it.

Some of us were sitting and other were playing with Haldi. I was making my way towards my room when someone applied the henna paste on my cheeks from behind.

"Ahh! " I snapped turning around and finding the culprit "SHAAD! SERIOUSLY?! "

He was laughing loudly "Green shit on hand and yellow on face. Perfect! "

I narrowed my eyes "you have to pay for it! " I said through gritted teeth.

"Haha your hands are useless babe. You cannot do anything." He smirked walking passed me and walking up the stairs.

"Shaad! " I hissed following him. I won't let him get away from this. He have to pay!

He chuckled and stopped after climbing a floor. "What my love? " he cocked his head.

Glaring at him I walked towards him and he had to step back. Both of us were carrying a crook smile.

"What are you doing?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Making it even." I stood in front of him.

"How?"

I smirked tiptoeing in front of him and rubbed my cheek against his, making the paste from my skin passing to his.

Looking in his eyes I said "Even now." And turned to walk away but he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me back and pinning me on wall with his arm caging me as always.