Chemistry Of Hearts

•9 |The Mehndi

Author's POV:

Being occupied in some or some other work!

That was what Aishwarya loved the most: being busy always and never giving a shit about the world.

She loved to work. Be it her official works, or any other.

So when this morning her aunt, Bhumika Rajvansh who is apparently Samrat's mother-was stressing herself out by worrying about the decorations and other responsibilities of the Mehndi night that was supposed to be held that night, Aishwarya couldn't help but jump in,taking all the responsibilities upon herself .

Bhumika and her husband Suryajit were looking after all the preparations from the very beginning. Though the younger ones helped them, they needed someone more responsible. And Aishwarya was just perfect for that.

Even though they had a wedding planner, who was looking after each and everything, Bhumika being the typical Indian mother she was, couldn't help but get worried for the tiniest of things. They believed aishwarya more than their own son.

And hence, now most of the responsibilities were on Aishwarya's shoulders. So, since then, Aishwarya was busy managing the mehndi night's arrangements, running around and making sure everything was perfect-being the perfectionist she was.

In the midst of all that, she came across the sweetest girl ever, Jannat, the wedding planner.

Jannat Rahman, a 25-year-old girl from Agra, India, had the honor of being the Wedding Planner for Pranjal and Samrat's special day. Aishwarya was simply mesmerized from their very first encounter, for Jannat had effortlessly woven magic at such a tender age.

And soon, they formed a very beautiful bond.
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They were both so engrossed in the wedding preparations that time flew by unnoticed.

Aishwarya, however, got caught up in her responsibilities and forgot to get ready herself. When she finally had a moment, she hurriedly went to her room. But being her usual confused self, she took a whole hour to decide what to wear. By the time she arrived at the venue, she realized that the function was almost over.

Time really does have a way of slipping away when we're busy, doesn't it?

"Aishwarya!! Where were you?? Hum kabse aapka wait kar rahe hai beta!", Bhumika came running to her favourite niece as soon as she showed up.

She couldn't be more thankful, the kid had been working since morning and had never complained once.

"Sorry aunty !! I was getting ready..! Where are Pranjal and Samrat?" Aishwarya asked with an apologetic smile. Bhumika pointed at where Pranjal and Samrat were and Aishwarya left to approach them only to see the two lovebirds lost in their own world.

Pranjal had mehndi applied on both her hands, and Samrat was feeding her dinner. Aishwarya looked at them with adoration.

She longed for that kind of sweet love, the love her parents shared. The love her grandparents shared, and the love that Samrat and Pranjal had for each other.

But may be love didn't love her enough. For she never got the chance to experience that Ishq-wala-love ever.

She knew how it was to actually fall in love..but she was unaware of how it was to consistently be in love.

Let's not dwell on that, though.

Shaking her head, Aishwarya went to where her parents were seated, only to find Kunal already sitting there. Her mother affectionately ruffled his hair, and they all laughed at something Aishwarya wasn't aware of.