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I smile at Vishnu as I get down from the car. Ever since my abduction, he hasn’t left my side. Though that incident feels like an old chapter of my life, I’m glad he is not taking it lightly, unlike me.
As we enter the boutique, Simran greets us with a warm smile, and we hug each other tightly. It’s been a while since we met, and I’ve missed her company.
“So good to see you, babes,” she says, pulling away from me and hugging bhabhi. “I’m eagerly looking forward to watching your tummy grow and designing cute maternity outfits for you,” she winks at bhabhi, who is glowing in her pregnancy.
“It’s still a bit early,” Bhabhi smiles, gently caressing her belly over the dress. “And not just mine, you’ll also have to design outfits for my little one once he or she arrives.”
“Well, that’s quite a thought,” she chuckles. “I might seriously consider launching a separate fashion line for kids.”
We laugh together. Simran’s eyes light up with excitement as she prepares to hug the next person in line, which happens to be Vishnu. However, she hesitates and refrains from the gesture on seeing him, sensing that he might not appreciate it. I notice the silent communication between them, and it intrigues me.
Vishnu’s face lights up with the same excitement and joy that I would feel if I was meeting Ayaan after a long time apart. It’s evident that Simran is fond of Vishnu, and I wonder if the sentiment is reciprocated. Was Vishnu also missing Simran, which is why he’s here today with me?Oh, how I wish it were true!
Their exchanged glances reveal an unspoken language, and I wonder what future holds for them. Is there a possibility of an everlasting relationship between Vishnu and Simran? Only time will tell, but the way they are looking at each other leaves me curious and hopeful for a love story that could bloom between them too.
“Alright then, let’s proceed with the trials. I can’t wait to see my creation on you, Meher,” Simran says excitedly.
“I’m looking forward to it too,” I reply with a smile, thrilled to try on the wedding dress she has designed for me.
Curiosity fills her eyes as she asks, “What about Aksh and your father? What are they wearing? Will they be twinning?”
I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to reveal the internal tension between our family.
“They won’t be twinning. Their outfits are already decided,” I tell her, trying to keep things light.
Simran turns her gaze towards Vishnu, and I can see them communicating through their eyes again.Whoa, this is getting creepy!
“And Vishnu?” she questions. “Will he be wearing an ethnic outfit too?”
I love the idea of Vishnu dressed to the nines for my wedding.
“That’s a wonderful thought,” I add, glancing towards Vishnu.
However, his response is not as enthusiastic as we hoped. He rolls his eyes dismissively.
“No thanks. I’m more comfortable in my regular outfits.”
Simran and I exchange glances, a tad disappointed, but I appreciate Vishnu’s straightforwardness. He has always been the practical one, and I understand that traditional outfits may not be his preference. But I can’t let him off the hook that easily. After all, it’s my wedding, and I want him to be a part of the festivities in every way possible.
With a teasing smile, I insist, “Consider it as a bride’s order or a request. You have to wear the outfit of my choice, Vishnu.”
“Meher, don’t,” he objects as I try to convince him to wear an ethnic dress for my wedding.
“C’mon Vishnu,” Simran intervenes. “You’ve respected Pratap uncle’s wishes all these years. Now when his daughter is asking something of you on her special day, how can you dismiss her wishes? Can’t you do this much for Meher?”
Wow! Simran is using her sneaky ways to convince Vishnu. He lets out a sigh, realising that he can’t refuse this request anymore.
“Fine,” he finally agrees. “But nothing too elaborate. I can’t manage ethnic outfits well. They just aren’t my style.”
Simran’s eyes light up with his agreement, and she steps behind to give him a once-over. She grins, clearly excited by the prospect of dressing Vishnu.
“I think I know what would look best on you. Meher, do you mind if I show him around?”
“Of course not,” I reply, unable to hold back my grin. How could I deny Simran the chance to spend some time with Vishnu?
“I and bhabhi will try on our dresses while you explore the men’s section with him,” I suggest.
“Great. Ruby, my assistant, will help you with the fittings. Call me when you have tried them on, though,” Simran instructs.
