Storizen Magazin July 2018 issue Storizen Magazine July 2018 Issue | Page 54

STORIZEN CONTRIBUTE
The brother, Bablu,
was a carnivore. He
knew that all the
best non-vegetarian
dishes would be
served as his
friend's father was
the caterer. Without
his mother freaking
out, he could gorge
on unlimited kebabs,
tandoori chicken and
biryani. The father
was drooling
about the single malt
since the invite had
come, a definite no-
no when his wife
was around. The
daughter was
planning to wreck
adolescent hearts,
which she couldn't
have for her mother
cum bodyguard’s
keen antenna would
have scrutinised her
moves so closely
that her amorous
adventures wouldn’t
have dared to
germinate.
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Having dressed with
usual care, in a
peach flowing
lehenga-dupatta,
with intricate zardozi
work, Pinky was
restless. The
seating
arrangement, with
women on one side
of the canopy and
the menfolk on the
other, was stifling
her. Missing her
usual fix of attention,
Pinky decided to
glide over to Bablu's
friends. Ah!so
refreshing to feel the
appreciative glances
of males.
There He was! Her
hero in flesh and
blood! The man in
front of her was
a perfect chiseled
creation of God. She
met his eyes. Pinky
felt her hair rise; her
scalp stiffened. She
felt her blood
draining from all
parts of her body
and rushing straight
to her heart in a
violent gush. She
suddenly felt cold
and clammy when
she saw him looking
at her. Dressed in
tight fitting stylish
black bund-gala and
cream jodhpurs, her
dream man looked
like a male model
from a sleek
fashion magazine.
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly there were
fireworks and loud
music or was it
Pinky's heartbeat
going berserk?
The baraat
(marriage
procession) had
come. Everyone was
rushing to the gate
to have a glimpse of
the dulha (groom)
but Pinky stood
transfixed.
JULY 2018