Eid Henna Designs Novels & Stories

Jin Chen had always to have Hilda and his mother reconcile so he knew everything that he needed to know about Hilda and her actions while she was in their country. “Then your designs must be really good. You should give me pointers sometimes Chen,” How much talent was did Jin Chen have? Hilda was a renowned designer all over the continent and from what Jin Chen had said, she only met those who satisfied her in her home and yet Jin Chen’s designs had managed to bring her to her home.

Today is Abhay and Krishika's mehndi ( Henna ceremony). For the biggest day of his granddaughter's life, Rajender Singh Chauhan called a famous henna artist from Rajasthan. When they were applying henna to her hands, a henna artist asked Krishi, "Princess, with which letter does your future husband's name begin? I want to write it on your hand." "There is no need to write his name on my hand." Krishi replied irritatedly.

“As for the store you all have, I would be careful about calling yourself true designers.” “But we do,” Abby stated. “No, you buy them off a discount store overseas and then resew the labels to whatever you have or whatever you do to make them yours,” Henni said. “I looked at the store before I came here. Always willing to buy from a smaller business and also if it was good. I would forward the info to our older sister, who is a designer with her own label and company. However, I had been on that famous discount site earlier in the day. I saw the same clothes. The exact same shirt. Also, you are selling our sister’s special design so I don’t think you can really call yourself a designer. May

After eating, Pashika took a henna cone and started to draw a design on her palm. "Jaan! Why are you applying henna?", Arjun asked her about the reason for putting mehendi in the middle of the night. "I love the color and smell of Heena", she simply said and gave a cone of mehendi to him and said, "Ji! apply henna on my hands" Arjun was damn happy. He wrote his name on her hands and drew some flowers, sun, moon, smiley, and stars on both of her hands.

Maa Saheb left after that and I called Sakhi bai. "Sakhi, can you do me a favour," I muttered in her ear. She nodded and I continued. "Can you call the henna professional?" She thinned her eyebrows but nodded. She did as I said and in some time she was there. "Privacy," I announced and everyone left leaving me, sakhi and that professional alone in the chamber. "Umm, can you write something with the henna?" I asked. She thinned her eyebrows and said. "Your highness, I have never tried writing anything with henna but can try,"

I nodded without trying to convince her like last time. “I'll be going home soon. My cousin is getting married.” “Can I come?” she nodded happily. I really need a gateway after all this drama. ***** “What is this?” “Mehendi, we apply henna to the bride's hands and feet.” “Priya has a talent; she is one of the best henna designers around, and I'm so happy she is the one doing mine.” Priya laughed after her cousin spoke. “Oh please, I'm not that good.”

“If I have to be yellow, you do too.” • Day 2 – Mehendi Night: Hema’s hands were covered in intricate henna designs, her palms bearing Zayden’s initials hidden cleverly in the patterns. When Zayden saw it, he leaned close and whispered, “I’ll find them all tonight.” Her cheeks burned, and her cousins giggled.

She wanted to buy it for her sister but I won that argument. Within an hour, she sent 5 designs of lehenga to me. They all were so beautiful yet delicate and elegant. They were like fine pieces of artwork made in pastel colors and intricate Indian work. She got the designs from a New Delhi-based famous fashion designer, Mohit Paul. He specialized in wedding attire. All the Rich and famous people have been flaunting his designs for their special occasions. I liked all of them but selected the one which, according to me, would look best on my bride.

Manyata's POV Sahil and Sagar Ji went to their office. Damini didn't go as she wanted to enjoy with us and get her hands adorned with Heena. The henna artist came at around 5 and applied beautiful designs on Swati's hands. She was satisfied with the contemporary henna art. Damini asked the artist to write Sahil's name in my hand. I shook my head but she didn't listen to me. Just then mom also came and insisted that it should be done. Damini also got Sagar ji's name in her design.

Seher's POV: I looked down at my henna filled hand while tears escaped from my eyes. I closed them tightly. Right now I was sitting in one of the guest rooms in the Khurana mansion. Wearing designer red colored lehenga and heavy pieces of jewelry. The makeup artist did my makeup and the hairstylist tied my hair in a bridal bun and tied gajra around the bun with the help of hair clips.