Guests were so damn thrilled with the ongoing wedding fun of India's richest kids so was the media. But nah nah! No media interaction allowed till the official reception in Mumbai.
Cabir woke up and yawned. He brushed his teeth and walked downstairs to go through the decorations.
"Sir?" Cabir looked at the reception and noddingly, walked there. He could just see the back of a girl with a suitcase.
"Yes?" He looked at the girl standing beside him with shades on her eyes and was surely mesmerized by her flowing hairs, just like NAVYA.
"Sir, She claims to be a friend of the bride and as exclusively ordered by Mr. Malhotra Sir, we aren't allowed till someone confirms personally, so we would be glad if you do so" The receptionist said and passed on the identity card to Cabir who looked at i
