Bad Days, Good Weekends

Love?

The day of Neha's friend's wedding was dawning, and Ashok and Neha were both eagerly preparing for their special dance performance. They met at the dance class and spent the morning perfecting their moves, laughing, and sharing stories.

"Are you excited, Ashok?" Neha asked as they practiced their steps.

Ashok grinned, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Absolutely, Neha. This is going to be an incredible experience. I'm thrilled to perform with you."

With their dance practice successfully completed, they decided to take a break and enjoy a quick bite to eat. Vadapav, was their choice. They sat at a nearby vendor, savoring the spicy flavors and chatting like old friends.

"Have you ever been to the fair nearby?" Ashok asked between bites.

Neha hesitated for a moment but then smiled. "Actually, I've never been. But it sounds like fun. What do you say we check it out?"

Ashok's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Great! Let's go. We can have a good time there before your friend's wedding."

At the fair, Ashok and Neha wandered through a wonderland of colorful stalls, thrilling rides, and tantalizing treats. They played games, laughed, and enjoyed the simple pleasures of life.

As they strolled through the fair, they shared stories and dreams. Ashok was drawn to Neha's vivacity and the way she embraced life. Their connection grew stronger with every shared moment. As night fell, they returned to their dance practice with renewed energy. The dance was their shared passion, and it had woven a bond between them that was unbreakable.

The night of the wedding arrived, and Ashok and Neha were all set for their performance. Neha came to Ashok's room, and he greeted her with a cheerful hum of a song. The room was filled with anticipation and excitement.

Neha twirled, showing off her beautiful dress, and Ashok couldn't help but be captivated by her. "Neha, you look absolutely stunning."

She blushed and teased, "You're not so bad yourself, Ashok. But don't just fall in love with me because of my looks."

Ashok smiled and replied, "Neha, it's not just about looks. I feel a connection with you that I've never felt before."

Neha's eyes twinkled, and she whispered, "You know, I hope you fall in love with me."

He wasn't able to properly hear it, "Did you say something?"

"I said better not fall in love with me, you know you can't really handle this beauty," she said and both laughed out.

As they made their way to the wedding venue, Ashok's heart was a flutter of excitement. But there was a knot of anxiety as well. He knew that Neha's parents would be attending the wedding, and they hadn't had the best of encounters. The memory of the rickshaw incident and pushing Neha's mother, even if it was accidental, weighed heavily on his mind.

The wedding was a grand affair, with vibrant colors, ornate decorations, and an air of celebration. The couple taking their vows were surrounded by a sea of well-wishers, and the joy was palpable.

Finally, it was time for Ashok and Neha's performance. As the anchor announced their names, they took their positions on the stage. However, as the music started, Ashok couldn't help but notice Neha's father and mother in the audience. Panic seized him, and he momentarily forgot the steps. In that split second, he decided to skip the beginning and go straight to the middle of the performance. Neha, initially bewildered, quickly caught on and followed his lead. They danced together, their movements graceful and synchronized. Ashok's heart raced, but he did well.

The performance concluded to thunderous applause. People were impressed, but not Neha's parents seemed pleased.

But the most surprising moment of the evening was yet to come. As the crowd cheered, Neha took the microphone and began to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, on this special occasion of my friend's wedding, I want to share something important." She turned toward Ashok, and he met her gaze, a mixture of anticipation and excitement in his eyes. "I've known this incredible man for just three weeks, and I never expected to feel this way so soon, but I'm sure about it. Ashok, I don't want to wait any longer. I want to spend my life with you."

Neha's father stood up in disbelief, but Ashok, moved beyond words, replied, "You just say the words before I could. I love you, Neha."

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Neha's father and mother, unable to bear the turn of events, left the venue in a huff. But the majority of the audience was too busy celebrating the love between Neha and Ashok.

The evening continued in a joyful haze of dancing, music, and celebration. The newlyweds received their blessings, and the bond between Ashok and Neha was sealed with the promise of love and a shared journey ahead.

What was it? Was it something beautiful or something dangerous, Ashok didn't knew as he smiled his heart out.