“Just a month back, I had tears in my eyes, my friends holding my hands and my loved ones standing by my side, I was all ready to get into this elaborate affair with my college sweetheart, just like in any movie wedding changes the story and mine was already changing. I looked at my Ma for support, with puppy dog eyes asking her to hold me back, but she wanted me to take those steps, I love him with my entire core but at the same time “Was I ready?”

Well turns out the time to ask questions was over…this is my story from college romance to the Wedding Affair.

Sipping on hostel room coffee, looking at the magnificent view from my hostel window under little drizzle, little did I know that my friends are here to cause a havoc of lifetime…

“yaar, tum mujhe karne do” Niharika is on fire chatting away with a guy I barely know.

“Chalo ab kal pata chalega ki bande mein himmat hain ya nahin” she said!

“Ye kya kiya tumne yaar, ab agar usne kal sabke samne propose kiya tho main kya karungi?” (I gasped)

“Tum uske sath date pe jaungi…Obviously!” They are laughing their asses off and I cannot digest a word.

As usual, I get up late, I get ready late, he is calling, and he is here, SHIT.

We walk out of hostel gate, little further ahead, only to see a bunch of fellow seniors walking toward us along with Him and I am with two of my friends, we are outnumbered by a lot. He is blushing so much that he can actually make me look less like a woman. Everybody is gaping at us in the middle of the road, where he is very sweetly sitting on his knees.

“Will you come out on a date with me?” He asks in the most sheepish manner that I have ever witnessed…

“Hmmm…let’s talk about this later” I want to avoid this situation, I want choice, and I need time.

“Either you say yes or I am not getting up”

Oh Crap. I gawk at him mindlessly. I try to move, shift from the view, but he doesn’t budge, few seconds seem endless.

“Ok, one date only” He is elated.

After three and half years of up’s and down, very irritating fights and some really romantic dinners we are here, to be bound for life.

If I look back to find one time where I absolutely fell in love with my man would be like searching the universe for a star because I fall and I fell for him every time he plants a kiss on me or wraps his arms around me or just looks out for me before he enters the room or simply smiles at the mere sight of me, oh he is sucker for love! He has turned me into a romantic buff (or was I always one). Even though this passion always existed I realised it slowly and I am glad I enjoyed each and every bit of it.

Now that the Wedding affair is to pan out…all I can do is wish and go back to simpler times, to times where I did not have to worry about which colour Saree to pick or matching set or remember the names of lentils (daal).

I am worried, I panic all the time, whoever said “Wedding is bliss” he or she must have been high!

I am an introvert, I take time to warm up and I am entering a family which is typically Punjabi (warm, happy & talkative) they believe in “more the merrier” and to me I am happy with my laptop and a cup of coffee.  I am a Punjabi too but just without the Oyye factor.

The month has passed I am to board the flight to my wedding destination, all I can do is cry, two days will fly in preparation just like the rest and I will get a Mrs tag, god I want to run away.

On the day of my mehndi, I am waiting for my family and friends to reach here, I am laughing helplessly, every single word is hurting but I laugh when I am sad and nobody knows that, they say it is mix feelings but to me I am not ready. In the midst of all these thoughts, we are super late for my Sangeet and my makeup artist ditched me, Rhea is holding me strong with her makeup tactics, Niharika is doing my nails and my cousins are fetching me hot rollers, god how late are we?

Finally we are ready and my in laws have exhausted their dancing powers, one way I am glad other way I am agitated that we are so late… I am so nervous, I want this to be over like ASAP. I don’t want to be awkward but I am socially awkward, oh there he is, he looks immensely happy, why am I not that happy…oh it will be alright…he is here.

Well to be fair I don’t remember anything from there on, time is flying, from one person to another dragging me around, Namastes and pairi paunas! I feel happy, I feel sad but most of all I am irritated that life is making me do this, I am not one of those happy brides or crazy brides, I am a nervous wreck, I would miss my Ma, my brother and my Papa’s silence but most of all I would miss a carefree me, not like I am walking into trap or a jail but mostly because I don’t feel I am ready, I love the guy, I know his family but nothing in this world will make me feel the way I feel at home.

Perhaps I just hate the whole institution of wedding but love is nevertheless a messy road laid with uncanny truth that you cannot escape, if not for him, this would never have happened. As I complete one month of this journey with my unconditionally loving husband, I’d say if not for him I would have been a spinster, so cheers to him.”

Jugni says: Not all brides are out of YRFilms! Not all of them want things big and elaborate, some don’t want any of the drama. They just need the one man they Love and the one day they became 2 bodies and one soul. Have a wedding story you want to share? Are you a bride-to-be too? Tell us, we love listening to crazy stories!

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