"Urghh I hate this saare." Jiya mumbled under her breath as she was draping the pleats of her yellow saare. It was her haldi today and wedding tomorrow. And now she didn't really care about Harshad as she was fully confident that Ivan would not let the marriage happen.
Jiya was finally done with the pleats and was adjusting her pallu. Right then she felt a hand crawling around her waist and she very well knew it was Ivan's touch. Automatically her lips curved into a smile.
"You know you should have been a monkey....always sneaking in through the window." She mocked leaning against his chest.
"Really??.. But today I came from the door." Ivan turned her around smiling sheepishly. "Actually my whole family is here." Ivan said pulling her closer.
"What do you mean?"
"Neela aunty invited
