Chapter 7. A Gorgeous Trouble

Khushi's POVAfter a long night, the wedding rituals were completed. We were provided a room to rest in because Darsh and I both had been fasting since the previous day. Fasting was a prerequisite for the wedding ceremony. 

The dawn was approaching, and we had no choice but to spend it awake. The bride and groom would stay awake and chat or talk with other family members as part of the "Basor Ghor" tradition. It was a bonding ritual.

"Now you can eat." Mandira, along with my other cousins, walked into the room. Her platter was piled high with various foods. And after nearly a day of fasting, the plate of food made me feel like throwing up.

"I'll be fine with a glass of water," Darsh spoke out, sounding just as sick as me. His gaze was directed at mine.

"And I'm sure Khushi is good with it as well." He then patted my head gently after spotting my nearly green face.

He is showing his caring side once again? No, Khushi, you need to focus. It's a contra