The Wedding Planner

"I said small mirrors. Don't you understand simple instructions? Do you want to get fired?" The intern looked scared as Ajabdeh Punwar grilled him. "It's on your list. Take it back. Now."

"But, Ma'am. We didn't find…" He stopped at her stare. "Then you haven't looked everywhere. Find it." She said. "I don't work with excuses. I want everything to be perfect and exactly like the bride wants. Got it?" She sighed as he left in a hurry.

"Hello, boss." Shakti's words made her turn as she checked the watch.

"You are five minutes late." She reminded him.

"But the traffic." He frowned.

"When Dad told me to treat you like the others, he meant it, Shakti. Now off you go. There is a truck loaded with gifts for the kids at the NGO. Take them there." She pointed at the driveway of the Punwar mansion.

"But I was supposed to work in the accounts department of your…" he stopped at her stare.

"First, learn to be on time," she reminded him. He walked away towards the driveway, checking off the items as they were loaded on the truck.

"I hate weddings." He murmured to himself.

"Don't say that. She will kill you." He turned at the familiar voice as Heer smiled at him.

"Let me help you." She offered.

"Thank you. You are my saviour." Shakti smiled.

"Just don't tell Jija. She will fire you." Heer laughed.

"So you are moving back here?" He asked.

"Dadabhai offered me the job to do the interiors of the farmhouse. I think I will take up the project." She agreed.

"You will have a better boss than me." He made her laugh.

"How do I look?" Rukaiya checked herself in the mirror.

"Like a bride?" Pratap said, unsure, making Jaivanta stare at him with a warning glance as Rukaiya's mother laughed.

"Humour Ajabdeh that way and she will kill you." Rukaiya frowned at him.

Khan Uncle blessed the bride and turned to Pratap.

"She is in a bad mood over some mirrors. Some poor soul may get fired today." Pratap and Rukaiya looked alarmed at his words. "You want Jalal to talk to her?"

"I will." Pratap nodded reassuringly. "Let Jalal have his moment."

"Poor Heer must be tired babysitting all of you." Jaivanta's words made Pratap stare as Khan Uncle laughed.

"You are not new here. Why are the mocktails not ready yet?" Pratap walked up behind her as she snapped at Jacob. He gestured at Jacob to leave, and that made her turn to face him.

"What? You are not ready yet? Is Rukaiya ready? Where is Heer? Why is nobody bothered?" She looked irked "This way, nobody will be ready on time."

"Calm down." He took her hands in his. " Or I will book an appointment with Doctor Sekhawat again." He warned her.

"I am not anxious." She snapped. "I want the wedding to be perfect for them. You know how much Jalal and Rukaiya mean to me. I don't want to screw up their best day."

"You are Ajabdeh Punwar. You are the best in the business. You can't screw anything up. Just relax. It's your friends' wedding. Enjoy it a little. Laugh with them. They will remember that, not whether the mirrors were small. Give me some attention. I will look super handsome in that sherwani." He made her smile.

"Coming from someone who thinks it's a scam industry, that mirror comment is offensive. Because some people do cherish attention to detail." She retorted.

He pulled her by her hands towards him and held her waist. She looked a little surprised and wide-eyed.

"What are you doing?"

"I just realised in between hating weddings and stopping some, I happened to fall in love with the queen of that scamming industry."

"Oh, how very flattering." She taunted. "People are watching. Let me go."

"Only if you promise to be calmer and not fire anyone." She rolled her eyes at him. "Fine. Next time you are agitated before the annual general meeting, I will pop into your office for some romance and see if it calms you down."

"Try that." He smirked. "I always fantasised about it on the office couch…"

"Stop that." She slapped his arm, making him laugh. "Go and get dressed. I will be there soon."

"Coffee, Ma'am?" He asked, letting her go.

"Can always use a cup." She nodded.

"So, where are you going for a vacation?" It was Shakti who popped the question to Jalal at the dinner party. "I was thinking of Switzerland," Jalal said. "What do you say?" He turned to Pratap. "You two take so many vacations nowadays."

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know if you don't want to spend your honeymoon trekking or your entire life in adventure sports." He made Jalal laugh.

"He's just saying so because he's scared of what Ajabdeh might try next." Shakti stopped at his cold stare.

"Come, let's dance." Rukaiya dragged Jalal away. As Shakti went to ask his mother for a dance and Jaivanta redirected him to Heer, Udai, and Pratap shared a glance across the room.

"You are doing that again," Udai said, almost in a murmur to his wife.

"Doing what?" She asked.

"Setting up Heer with Shakti," Udai said in a warning tone.

"So? It will be perfect. The sisters won't fight like most sisters-in-law do." Udai shook his head at her words.

"Leave them alone. Let's dance." He took her to the dance floor.

"I am just trying to be a good mother", Jaivanta reasoned.

"Sure you are." Udai agreed, "But definitions have changed. Leave him alone."

Pratap smiled, knowing what his parents were talking about. He looked around. His wife was missing. Again.

He made his way through the staff-only entrance to spot her waving her hands and instructing the waiters.

"That's enough now." She turned at his words. "Come with me."

"But … I have to be there when they serve…" He made her stop with a stare as they stood in the empty corridor.

"Let's dance." He gave her his hand.

"Here?" She asked.

"Yes. Knowing you will never dance in public at a wedding you organised." He said matter-of-factly. She smiled sheepishly.

"But I am wearing heels." She shrugged. He went down on his knees as she looked around the empty corridor, alarmed that someone might spot them. He took off her shoes and put them away, placing her feet over his shining boots.

"There you go." He held her by the waist as her hand travelled to his shoulders. "Anything else?"

"I don't know the song."

"Oh, shut up." He snapped, making her laugh as he adjusted her pasha right beside her vermilion-clad hairline and kissed her forehead. They matched each other's rhythm in perfect sync, staring into each other's eyes. The music played on.

Tu ne jo dekha hai, tu ne jo jana hai

Hu bhi nahi bhi hu main woh.

Chahoge tum jaisa ho jaunga waise,

Chaho toh vaada ye le lo…

The End

Purnota: Chapter Thirteen

Aniruddha eyed Trilochon, sitting at the desk in his room, attending to some paperwork. His reading glasses were on his nose, and he appeared engrossed in a financial document. He stood at the threshold, a bit unsure and glanced over his shoulder at Somnath, Batuk and Bondita. She gestured at him to go on. Aniruddha cleared his throat. That prompted Trilochon to look away from his document at his nephew. “Jethu, if you are busy, I can come back…” He suggested unsurely. “Come in and close the door.” Trilochon glanced over Aniruddha’s shoulder at the others who walked away hurriedly. Aniruddha closed the door, and Bondita tiptoed to place her ears on it. Batuk and Somnath stood at a distance. “So you met her?” Trilochon spoke while cleaning his glasses. Aniruddha nodded. Somnath had introduced them to Ashalata. Bondita, Batuk, and he had met them in a Dhaba off the highway. Although Bondita did most of the talking, initiating a friendly gesture to put the nervous Ashalata at ease, he had...

Purnota: Chapter Sixteen

It had been a month since Bondita had started working in the firm. With Somnath’s wedding date being set for winter, many things were keeping Trilochon and Kalindi busy as they took charge of the smooth running of things leading up to the wedding. They needed to shop for everyone, buy gifts and choose jewellery and sarees for the bride. Despite his attempts, Trilochon found Binoy reluctant to participate in his son’s wedding arrangements. Somnath took him and Kalindi to places they wanted to go, especially Kolkata for shopping, and Trilochon made arrangements to make sure that the first wedding of the generation was grand enough. Bondita tried to help as much as she could as she noticed Aniruddha being oddly aloof from the entire thing. She assumed it was due to Trilochon’s reactions to his lack of interest in marriage. Trilochon kept pestering her to enquire into his reasons while she kept stalling him with excuses. Bondita also failed to know more about Kalindi and Trilochon’s past, ...

Purnota: Chapter Fifteen

A week was all it took for Bondita to get used to work and the new routine. She would wake up early and hurry through her chores, helping Kalindi prepare a tiffin of either Chirer Polao or bread jam and then proceeding to the Roy Chowdhury house. She would arrange the day’s paperwork before Aniruddha arrived at the study room. Occasionally, she would hear him call out to Koeli for breakfast and pack her things, knowing he was almost ready to leave. He would walk into the chamber, check his list, and they would go to work. She would follow him from courtroom to courtroom. She would be sitting in the audience and learning. She would follow him to conferences and client meetings and take notes. They would discuss complicated cases. She would share the tiffin she brought from home. He would at first take a reluctant bite, then eat more than her. She often gave him her share of food discreetly. They usually stayed back after everyone was gone and ordered food for dinner. Some days, he woul...

Purnota: Chapter Seventeen

Bondita opened the curtains of her room at The Park to find the view of Stephen Court and the street below going towards the Maidan. She eyed the double bed and placed her things on one side while lying down on the empty side. The soft bed made her yawn as she sat up, staring at the clock. She needed to change for a quick dinner. They had an early matter at the High Court, and the client’s car was supposed to pick them up around 9 AM. As she changed into a full-sleeve black top and jeans, removed her earrings and adjusted her smudged Kajal, she heard a knock on her door. She opened it to find Aniruddha standing in a pair of jeans and a grey polo-necked T-shirt, his hair brushed back, as he cleaned his thin-rimmed glasses with the edge of his T-shirt. “Are you ready for dinner?” He asked, putting the glasses back on. As she nodded, she grabbed her handbag. They walked into The Bridge, and Bondita was a little conscious of her environment. Many foreign guests, businessmen and even s...

Towards You

The Afghans, after Sher Shah Suri's untimely demise, were at loggerheads for power. Their troops near Mewar were now led by Mehmood Shah. They secretly captured territories in the forests and waited to attack Mewari camps when the time was right. Rawat Chundawat and his spies had confirmed the news, and Udai Singh sent a warning to Mehmood Shah to withdraw his troops from Mewar in vain. Now that it was out in the open, it was time they declared war. Mehmood Shah had limited resources in Mewar. His internal rebellion against his commander did not help his cause. His spies clearly suggested that in no way could he win, especially with Kunwar Pratap leading his troops. He was having second thoughts about the war. It was then that one of his aides suggested a perfect plan. Maharani Jaivanta Bai had decided to go to the Mahakaleshwar Temple near the outskirts of Chittorgarh, in the forestlands of Bhilwara. They had travelled a long way and across the Gambhiri river that meandered during...

Dreams and Wishes

At dawn, the Bhil women took the girls to the Kalika Mata Temple and the Jal Kund. Dressed in white, a nervous Heer followed everything Ajabde knew and did, trying to explain the significance of the rituals to her. They prayed to Lord Ganesh. Kunwar Shakti and Kunwar Pratap were staying at Punja Ji's place, as they were not supposed to see the brides before the wedding. Ajabde was dressed in her mother's lehenga, a mang tika Jaivanta Bai gave her as a family heirloom and the simple nosering Pratap had gifted. They made their hair into a simple bun with wildflowers before putting on their dupatta. Heer was dressed in traditional Bhil jewellery of silver and beads that the women had gifted her. They made her wear a red and white saree draped as a lehenga and a red chunri with it. She looked like a pretty, colourful Bhil bride. Kunwar Shakti was a nervous groom dressed in a traditional bhil dhoti, kurta and cap. The bhil shawl hung from a side, making the white attire colourf...

You Deserve More

Ajabdeh woke up with the song of birds as she felt something warm on her hand. Her eyes went wide. Her hand was on the pillow in between them, between his hands, clasped as he slept. She thought of removing it slowly, but he was holding on to it so tightly. Ajabdeh's heart beat faster and faster. What do I do now? How do I not wake him? What if... why is my hand in his? She was utterly confused. " Am I...In love?" Pratap was staring at the sleeping figure on the bed as he stared back at the rain. Then he frowned as he noticed that she shivered. He closed the windows of the room to make it cosy, then sat on his side of the bed. A lamp flickered on her side like always, and he stared at her sleeping figure as he put his blanket over her as well. She shifted a little in her sleep to make herself cosy again. Her payals and bangles made a rhythmic sound, breaking the silence of the room. Her hand was out of her blanket and on the pillow in between. He tried to slowly put it ...

My Everything

Kunwar Pratap stormed into the Mahal at Gogunda amidst uncertainty and chaos. Happy faces of the chieftains and soldiers welcomed him as Rawat Chundawat, and some other chieftains stopped the ongoing Raj Tilak. A visibly scared Kunwar Jagmal looked clueless at a visibly angry Kunwar Pratap. Rani Dheerbai Bhatiyani hadn't expected Kunwar Pratap to show up, that too, despite her conveying to him his father's last wish of crowning Kunwar Jagmal. Twenty-one days after Udai Singh's death, she was finally close to a dream she had dared to dream since Jagmal was born. He was not informed about the Raj Tilak as per Dheerbai's instructions. She eyed Rawat Ji. He must have assembled the chiefs to this revolt against her son, against the dead king. No one except them knew where Kunwar Pratap was staying. It was for the safety of his family. " What are you doing, Chotima?" A disappointed voice was directed at her. She could stoop down so low? For the first time, an anger...

Purnota: Chapter Fourteen

“Why can’t she work? I will too.” Bondita had barged into the Roy Chowdhury living room early in the morning, still in her loungewear, as Aniruddha looked up at her through his glasses. Trilochon was showing Aniruddha some paperwork from one of their investments as Bondita stood by the coffee table, wearing a frown. Aniruddha looked confused. Trilochon cleared his throat as he shook his head at Bondita. “It's different. She is going to be the daughter-in-law.” Aniruddha eyed Trilochon and Bondita, who shook her head in disappointment. “So?” She questioned, “She can’t have a life?” “When a woman marries…” Trilochon stood up, straightening his Panjabi “Her life is about being a good wife and mother.” Bondita gasped. Aniruddha’s jaws tightened as he kept the papers down. Bondita spoke before he could. “Then by that logic, men should also concentrate on being husbands and fathers.” “Then who will earn the bread?” Trilochon rolled his eyes. Bondita eyed Aniruddha, expecting him to speak...

Purnota: Chapter Twelve

Bondita woke up to the alarm clock ringing as she struggled to get her hand out of the quilt wrapped around her. She sat inside the mosquito net, rubbing her eyes and staring at the clock, trying to remember why she had set the alarm at 3.45 AM. Then her eyes shone in delight. It was Mahalaya. She remembered that during her days in Dehra, she had educated her roommate on the tradition of starting pujo with the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra echoing through the air. She was uninterested, and Bondita had borrowed her headphones to hear the program and deeply missed home. She remembered that as a child, while her father was still alive, he would gently wake her up, and take her on his lap to the huge Banyan tree near the Panchayat where people gathered near the Pradhan’s radio, putting flower garlands and lamps around it and folding their hands as they heard Mahishashur Mardini killing the Asura. When she arrived in Kolkata to get her law degree, she thought things would be different. B...

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