Destined To Love You

CH 4

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(Sayra's POV)

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

7:30 AM.

Crap.

I was supposed to be up by 6. That had been the plan. But when I'd thought about how excited Mumma was for this meeting, and how she'd been teasing me since yesterday, I'd done the only logical thing a loving daughter could do—I set my alarm and promptly ignored it just to irritate her.

And now... I could hear the panic in her voice even before I stepped out of bed.

"PRIYA," Papa's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Why are you pacing like that?"

"Oh my God, Vinay ji, she's still sleeping!" Mumma's shriek followed. "She doesn't even know how to cook snacks, and we've never let her learn, and now she'll go there empty-handed like some—some—modern girl!"

I groaned into my pillow, biting back a laugh. "Mumma, it's not an interview, it's a meeting," I mumbled to myself.

As I swung my legs off the bed and walked to the door, I heard Bhai's voice, calm and steady like always. "Mumma, relax. Sayra doesn't need to impress anyone with food. If they're smart, they'll be impressed by her just being her."

I paused.

The words, so simple, hit differently.

Bhai. Always on my side.

Always.

Mumma's ranting continued in the background as I walked into the bathroom, shaking my head and smiling to myself.

By the time I was out of the shower, towel wrapped around my hair, Mumma had already barged into my room holding a hanger with something suspiciously glittery on it.

"Here. Wear this."

I looked up, already holding a crisp pastel co-ord set in my hand. "What's wrong with this?"

"It's too office-y! This is a rishta meeting, not a team presentation. You're not pitching a design project, beta."

She laid the outfit on my bed, and my breath hitched a little.

It was a beautiful blush pink suit—chiffon, with soft gold thread embroidery on the borders. Subtle, elegant, very me, but just enough to make an impression. The dupatta had tiny mirror work scattered across it, catching the morning light from my window.

"Wear those gold jhumkis Nani gifted you," Mumma added, fussing already. "And your rose lipstick. Light blush, open hair. Don't overdo anything."

"Yes, Mumma," I said, mocking a salute.

As she walked out muttering something about how Aditya never caused this much stress, I turned to the mirror.

I carefully dried and set my hair into soft waves, letting them fall naturally. My skin still glowed from my night routine, so I kept the makeup simple—soft rose lips, a touch of blush, nude eyes with a hint of shimmer, and a tiny black bindi.

I slipped into the suit, adjusting the dupatta over my shoulder. It was light, flowy, and—surprisingly—made me feel... calm. Feminine. Put together.

Gold studs in my ears, my silver watch, and Mumma's favorite gold bangle on my right wrist completed the look.

I took one last glance at myself.