"I wish I could talk to you more but abhi tum logo ko bahut kaam hai so I'll just say. I am so happy for you, finally, tujhe bhi tera pyar mil gaya...no matter past me kya hua. Present and future tera dono acha hoga that's my guarantee. Congratulations my love." Naina expressed her feelings for her schoolmate in a gentle voice with faint drops in her scintillating orbs, and Pratiksha lovingly wiped aside her teardrops, smiling warmly.
"I seriously never thought Anmol will marry me, this fame, this money, yeh sab kuch nahi hai uske pyar ke aage," Pratiksha said in a deep voice, eyeing her husband who was secretly gushing over his dusky beauty.
"I agree, love comes above everything, no luxurious is greater than true love." Anjali shared a piece of wisdom with her best friend.
"And no joy is bigger than getting married to your desired partner, uski khushi hi alag hoti hai," Naina added, missing her dear hubby who didn't tag along with her for Pratiksha's and Anmol's court marriage.
"It wouldn't have been possible without you guys, tum logo ki wajah se Pratu is my wifey now. I will always be obliged to you both." Anmol sincerely thanked the girls who helped Pratiksha to come out of her disastrous past and live her life again. He reverently bowed his head, his palm placed on his chest with a smile on his face.
"Dost aakhir hote kiske liye hain?" Both Naina and Anjali said together while grinning ear to ear.
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"Radhika, kya kar rahi ho?" Sameer frowned at his Saali-Sahiba who was making anything but beautiful mehendi.
"Kya?" She stared at him in rage.
"Tumhe mehendi nikal ni nahi aati hai kya?" He asked her with a scowl on his face.
"Nahi aati, tumhi nikal do," Radhika said firmly, handing over the half-finished cone to the tantrum-aunty.
"Mujhe aati hoti toh tumhe thodi bulata," Sameer replied to her with a disgruntled expression, eyeing Naina's palm designed with not-so-good patterns.
"Haa toh nahi aati toh chup chap baitho, pak pak mat karo." She said tersely, resuming her work again.
Radhika drew a beautiful lotus on Naina's right palm, filling the space with sage green liquid, and Sameer was making grumpy grandpa expressions.
"Haa yeh pattern acha hai." When their free henna artist etched a design of simply alluring flowers. Sameer said buoyantly, keenly watching how Radhika was stitching captivating lines and dots on his wife's tender pink palm.
"Waha thoda sa space rakho." He demanded, earning a sharp look from the slightly-curly-haired woman.
"Kis khushi me?" Radhika asked.
"Mujhe kuch likhna hai." Sameer said with a sheepish smile, and his wife was quick enough to taunt him - "Do baar maine apni mehendi me gap rakhwaya tha, dono baar tumne kuch nahi likha."
"Arey jabhi toh main bhul gaya tha, aaj toh main abhi likhuga thodi der me," Sameer spoke adorably.
"Tum aaj bhi bhul jaoge," Naina said confidently.
"No no, I won't forget. If you want main abhi likh deta hoon." He assured, making Radhika sigh in dismay. She left a gap below the thumb for the obstinate man as he wished to write something, and poured a few drops of thick mehendi on the fingertips, painting them with forest green color.
"Rehne do," Naina said normally, a whisper of pain escaping her lips as her back began to pain from sitting like a statue for more than one hour.
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