Epilogue

Nervousness coiled around my throat, anxiety seized my feet and an everlasting smile stayed on my face. Fisting my hands on my lap, I endeavor to scorn the smell of henna, but it wafted around my nose.

The heaviness of the dress made me rooted to my place. How was I supposed to walk in such a heavy lehenga? No matter what, it was a beautiful red lehenga with threaded golden embroidery. I loved it the first time mom had taken me for wedding shopping. I love the detailed golden embroidery on the skirt. The golden blouse was a complimentary, stopped right at the bottom of my chest.

Dhruv didn't like because it was too short.

But you don't get marry every day and I had insisted I wanted it. The red dupatta on my head was held with the help of pins, and half dropping on my shoulder.

"Sanchi, you need anything?" I lifted my eyes to her.

Shaking my head, I tried to move my hands, and the noise of kaliren echoed around the room.

"Why am I wearing so many of them?" I hoisted my hands, showing