"Is it will be truly loud?" Mohan asked the person who was setting the speakers for the night.
"No Kurm." Nikhil's father said Mohan. "It won't be essentially as noisy as the real sangeet. This is only a few lively numbers in the back ground when the genuine mehendi is occurring." He added.
"Sure. Kindly don't misunderstand me. I was simply inquisitive." Mohan smiled. The Kurm in Nikhil's Delhi expressions or the Samandhi in Kirti Tamizh's terms shook hands and moved away.
It was 12 PM. Kirti was approached to finish her lunch soon. Nikhil's family needed to put together a little Sangeet in the evening, which was planned to start by 6 PM. Since Kirti and Nikhil were required the most, the Mehendi was rescheduled for the lady.
Three devoted ladies were there, applying the glue in unpr
