Sakshi
I have draped the silk saree that Aunt Vaishnavi gave me last night. It's a beautiful violet colored saree with a golden border. The golden-rimmed pearly beads are scattered all over the fabric like small stars, and tiny golden threads woven with similar beads also extend from the border of the saree.
Despite this, the saree has a minimal touch, giving it an elegant and sophisticated look reserved for South Indian fabrics.
I look down and correct my pleats, but when I straighten up, my eyes land on Armaan, who is standing in the back, wearing a light golden kurta pyjama. My bangles jingle when I turn around.
"Are we leaving already?" I question.
He shakes his head slowly, and I ignore the way he is looking at me. I check the clock and hurry when I see the minute hand pointing a
