Chapter 6. Wedding Day

Khushi's POVI was dragged to my bedroom after the "Haldi" ceremony. The door remained shut, and I was glued to a chair until the two women claiming to be make-up artists had completed their work on my face.

It was the most anticipated wedding day. Our home was crammed with relatives, friends, and family. While some of them assisted my father with his work, others simply showed up to testify if I could be married to the business tycoon for real or not.

My father requested the rituals to go according to our Bengali heritage shortly after my parents returned from Darsh's residence in Delhi a few weeks back. And Darsh never complained. He always listened to my father, which I found adorable.

My door was banged on.

"Who's this?" I inquired, feeling the scowls of those women. They didn't like being interrupted.

"It's Mandu, Di. Why is this door locked? Open it. Come on." In an enthusiastic tone, Mandira, my cousin, uttered from outside the room. [Di - older s