The Wish Of Lehenga

It was nine of the night. Kunal and I were sitting in the bubble swing in the garden. That was the best time in the chilly breeze of November blowing in Mussoorie. 'Zara see! You will look great in it'. Kunal remarked as he swiped on a stunning lehenga on his phone. 'Yeah, it's gorgeous'. I gasped. 'So you like my choice'. He quizzed. 'Of course'. I answered with rejoicing. 'Hey look at that is that a Capricornus constellation. C'mon stand up please.' He held my hands and pulled me. 'Waittttt'. I fumed at him. But I was a helpless poor princess and he again succeeded in pulling me from that bubble swing. 'You can never learn to wait.' I roared at him. 'Hmmm Princess Zara of Mussorie, rightly said. I can never learn to wait. And that's what which makes me special isn't. Ohhh and you know there is this girl who has nice brown bouffant hair and fringes. A decent height and a degree in Gynecology and I'm running short of words to describe her charm'. Kunal remarked. 'Oh, really Prince Kunal'.He chuckled as his cheeks crimsoned. I interrogated. 'So what is so special about a constellation'. I enquired. 'Well, I heartily believe that this brings an abundance of happiness to those who see it live and if you close your eyes and make a wish then it will be fulfilled very, very soon'. He cheered as he kept his left arm on my shoulder. ' By the way, what provoked you to become a doctor. I mean you would have solely chosen to become an actress or a model. You even look like a model'. He questioned. ' Firstly thank you because only you've said that I look like a model. See so once when I was fourteen or fifteen I read this piece that you know these women living in these rural areas have to walk for kilometres to see a doctor. And also I grew up hearing about many diseases which the people discussed with mom and dad'. I answered.

'Hail princess Zara'. Esha my maid said. 'What happened Esha'. I queried. 'My highness your mother has called you back to the palace. Please come'. She remarked. 'Okay, I'm coming. You go and prepare the palki and I'll be there.' I replied.

The meantime Kunal was gazing at me. 'Do you prince have a personal servant who's behind you every time. Asking "Its the time for you to get up, do this do that blah blah blah.' 'Yes, I'm too sailing in the same boat. Zara.' 'Bye Good night' I said. 'Take care pet'. He said

I reached home. 'Hail Princess Zara. Your mother is calling you in her bedroom'. Kani said. My mom's maid. I straight headed towards her room.

On the bed, there were many lehengas Blue, Turquoise, Royal Blue, Cream, Yellow, Red, Orange, Green, Pink, Purple, Maroon, Silver, Golden. This was accompanied by jewellery, shoes and whatnot in a galore. 'Mom who's marriage is arriving'. I quizzed. 'Sweetheart, I've planned a swaymwar for you. You chose the lehenga and the accessories you wish to wear tomorrow'. Mom said. I marvelled at her words. 'Ma I'll marry the man I love'. I argued. ' See there will be three men you have to choose the one you find the best. And the great news is one of the princes is coming tonight to have supper with us and see you. So get ready and it's entirely up to you. If you don't like you can reject. It's like Facebook and Instagram you like and dislike someone.' She exclaimed. I gasped at her. ' Okay, fine.'

I was in my room decked up in a nice green wrapped middy. I peeped from the window. To my wonderment, Kunal was there on the door. I was on the seventh heaven. My mom and dad were welcoming him with a vermillion spot. Then sprinkling some fresh petals of rose on his head took place. I ran to the dining area.

The servants rushed to the kitchen brought appetizers and drinks.

I sat beside him. 'So Mrs Sharma did you like the surprise'. He interrogated. 'Yes. But how did it happened, Mr Sharma'. I said. 'Well, now you should accept that I'm the cleverest of all'. He joked as he snickered. 'HAHAHAHAH so droll'. I quipped. 'Why are always pissed of'. He questioned. 'Dude I almost baffled on the idea of my swaymwar tomorrow. And salt to my injury she has purchased several dozens of lehengas for me. I don't like any one of them. And don't even wish to wear them. You know they don't have that "WOW" constituent. They are escorted by jewellery, shoes, garlands and whatnot. I'm clueless about what all is waiting for my glimpse.

'Don't worry everything will be fine. Be patient.' He assured me as he took the glass of "Mint Mojito". 'Don't drink that. It savours terrible. I warned him. But that was of no use he still tasted that. 'What is this'. He quizzed. 'Mint Mojito'. I replied with my left eyebrow arched. 'C'mon man. This is so bad. Why didn't you tell me before.' He whined. 'I warned you. Now my sister will come and ask "How is this " and you'll be the one who'll answer.' I bragged. 'Please finish this'. He begged. I contemplated at that big glass filled with 'Mint Mojito'. Yuck, how bad it tastes. No no, I can never drink it. Even if on the contrary I'm required to miss my beloved movie. Yes, I'm a movie fan. I nodded at him. Abruptly my phone rang I went outside it was Anoushka's call.

'Kunal comes fast it's Anoushka's call she is calling you.' I said. I declined the call and messaged her. 'What. The call'. He quizzed. 'You should thank me. I've called you so that you could escape "Mint Mojito". I responded 'Ohh Thank you my highness'. He said.

A breathtaking breeze was blowing in the verandah. The moon was appearing too big and glistening the way it appears in Bollywood films. We both were staring at it. The whole sky looked like a blue scarf with Swarovski on it mirroring the stars and a big round sparkling stone matching the moon. He rested his left arm over my left shoulder.

We were there for about thirty minutes gaping at the lively sky.

Now it was dinner time!! We sat beside each other. We were served with Indian cuisine. Dishes were served one after the other. 'Woah this fish curry is so palatable'. I said to myself. 'I can make more satisfying fish curry and biryani for you Mr's Sharma'. Kunal exclaimed. 'You could make out what I' thinking. You know how to cook'. I marvelled at him. 'C'mon Zara. I'm passionate about cooking.' He reassured me. 'Seriously are you kidding'. I mocked at him. 'Okay, our wedding day's late dinner'. He claimed.

Dinner and desserts were over. He was about to leave. I was sad because I was alarmed about "the lehenga". My face frowned.

'Bye Zara. What happened. You are bothered regarding your lehenga'. He asked. I nodded. 'Don't worry. Smile at me. C'mon. He ordered. I delivered him my cutest smile. 'See you tomorrow at Swaymwar. Bye'. He said. 'Bye, bye'. I said.

Next morning I got ready and headed to the place of swaymwar. I was wearing a green a grotesque lehenga. I never like it. We reached there I put the garland in Kunal's neck. Then he put the garland in mine. We were standing beside each other. 'What was the need to make a bun like aunties do.' He questioned. 'Esha said I look nice in buns'. I replied. 'Oh, Jesus Esha and her choices. I'm saying you don't look good in buns. Please go and style your hair. He remarked. 'Are you insane. How will I go now.' I growled. 'Okay Fine'. He said.

Swwyamwar was done and we had a typical north Indian wedding today in the evening. We were leaving. 'I know you don't like the lehenga. That's why you are upset. Isn't.' He observed. 'Yes'. I replied and we left.

In the afternoon I was about to get ready. My mom shouted 'Zara come there's a parcel for you'. I ran down got the parcel and headed straight to the room. I opened it there was a big cream and brown coloured box. I opened the box there was a note which said 'Hope you like my choice and please its a humble appeal. Don't wear an auntie style bun tonight. Let your hair be open and curled and crimped. You'll look like a " Zara a princess" like your name. Love Kunal.

I opened the brown cover it was the same lehenga he showed me the previous day in the garth. It was a golden coloured lehenga with a heavy long skirt, a strapless blouse and an embroidered stole with silver Swarovski and a big round gleaming gem.

My phone sounded. It was Kunal calling. I picked up the call. 'Mrs Sharma did you like it'. He questioned. 'What do I say. This is so gorgeous I love it'. I cheered. ' Hey did you read the note. See if you'll be wearing that auntie style bun then I'll undoubtedly run apart.' He chuckled. 'Don't worry Mr Sharma I'll take care of that. By the way the colour of your sherwani'. I asserted. 'Well, the same shade of gold and silver and Swarovski'. He said. 'Okay bye, I need to get ready.' I praised it. 'Bye Mrs Sharma'. He said.

Now I was trying my lehenga. It was exactly of my measure. Nothing was in closefitting or loose. Now I was ready we had reached the Pandal. In front of me was the "Prince of Rishikesh - Kunal Sharma". He looked dashing and smart. He dressed in a golden and Silver Swarovski Sherwani. Also, he had a red vermillion spot on his forehead.

The rituals were over and we were standing beside each other. 'Now Zara looks like Zara. See you look so stunning in open, curled and crimped hair'. He chuckled. 'Thanks.' I said. 'One thing, don't stuff yourself too much now. I've prepared fish curry, mutton biryani, chicken cutlet and chocolate mousse for us, Mrs Sharma'. He stated. ' Oh you made it or the culinarians made it'. I enquired. 'C'mon I made it'. He whined.

Our marriage rituals were over. We reached home changed our outfits. He presented me with his culinary skills. I tasted the food. That was so delicious. 'How is it, Zara'. He questioned. 'That's notably delectable.' I responded. 'I told you I'm a nice chef too.' He assured. Since then we lived happily ever after