Chapter 36

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Almost everybody scolded Sameera. And they were right. It was probably 8:00 p.m. when she and her friends were called for dinner.

Sameera was sleepy. Yawning she sat beside Jay and gave him a soft smile.
He smiled back and asked

"You sleepy?"

"Yeah."
She nodded and looked up. There was a new face in front of her. A handsome, very handsome man was sitting just in front of her. She stared for two minutes straight. That guy was an eye candy.

"Don't stare at my fiance too much Sameera. We are gonna get married in two days."

Madhu spoke teasingly and sat beside the guy. Sameera closed her open mouth and laughed.

"Meet my fiance Aditya. Aditya Subramaniam."
Madhu introduced and Aditya greeted everybody one by one.

Dinner started and they made small talks. Then Shrishti asked

"So, what do you do? I mean your profession."

Aditya looked at her and spoke
"I'm an hair stylist. And I'm an ambassador of the biggest hair cosmetics company in India."

Sameera choked on what she was eating. Coughing she drank a glass full of water.
Jay who was sitting beside her could see a small smile gracing her lips. She was looking down on her plate and trying very hard to control her laugh. She was literally red by controlling her laugh so much.
Madhu could also see that so she asked

"What happened Sameera something funny?"

Starteled, she looked up and once again controlled her laugh. She looked at Pihu, silently asking her permission to speak. Pihu nodded and Sameera spoke, half laughing

"By how handsome he looked I thought he'd be a model or by that serious look on his face he seemed a strict professor of physics or chemistry but- pfft, but....... he's........he's a barber."

Saying this she laughed out aloud. She cupped her mouth but couldn't control her laugh. Slowly Jay also started laughing beside her and then everybody except Aditya was laughing.


Sameera who was crying because of laughing controlled her laugh a little and then spoke smiling

"I'm- I'm sorry. Pffft. I'm really sorry. Pffft."
Saying this she once again started laughing.

Slowly but surely everybody calmed down. Thanks to the small joke, dinner went really well.
After about an hour later, she and her friends went back to their room along with the boys.
As soon as they entered the room Shivam threw himself on the bed and then spoke

"Finally. Only two days are left. Then we'll go back home."

"Yeah."
Pihu agreed. And then her face lit up.

"What are you guys wearing for tomorrow?"

Maaya and Sameera looked at each other and then spoke simultaneously

"Salwar Kurta"

"Mine is Anarkali Design."

"Same here."
They spoke respectively and then turned towards Shristi.

"I'm wearing a lehanga."

Then the trio turned towards Pihu.
She smiled and said
"Me too. If you don't mind can you show me your dresses?"

"Why?"

"So that she can discuss the dress design for next three hours and not sleep."
Raj spoke and rolled his eyes. Pihu turned towards him and glared while the other four laughed.

"Sure!"
Sameera spoke and took out her bag. But before showing the dress she spoke

"Go bring yours also. I'm not gonna show you without you showing me yours. Gooooooooooooooo!"
Saying this she pushed her out of the room. Pihu laughed at her childish behaviour. Nodding she left.

"You two also. Take your dresses out. Otherwise I'm not going to show you also."
She said and narrowed her eyes. Maaya gave her a dead look and said

"I know what you will wear. You only have that one pair. And you wear that everywhere."

"That white one right?"
Shivam asked and Sameera nodded.

"Look! Even I know that dress of yours."

"But this is different one. Why do you think I'm so eager to show it to you? Of course it is new."

Shrishti rolled her eyes and took her dress out and spread it on the bed beside Maaya's. Pihu also came with hers and spread it on the bed beside Shrishti's.

(Pihu's Dress)

(Shrishti's dress)

(Maaya's dress)


"You three are gonna give competition to the bride. Madhu di is very unlucky."
Shivam spoke and Sameera nodded.

Now that she saw their dresses. She was totally not willing to show hers. Their were gorgeous and better than hers.

"Now yours?"
Pihu asked and Sameera shrugged and kept her dress in front of them.

It too was gorgeous. And very different from her friends.

"It's beautiful."
Maaya spoke and she smirked. The cloth of the dress was given to her by Shrey. A day before going to Canada he bought that suit cloth as a gift and gratitude for letting him live with her.

"I know. Someone's boyfriend gave it to me. Without telling his girlfriend."
As soon as she said this everyone turned towards Raj.

He made an innocent face.
"What? I've literally never gifted her anything other than sweets."

"Oooh."
A chorus came and then they turned towards Sameera and raised their eyebrows.

"That's for me to know. And you to not know."
She grinned and folded her dress. Soon everything was packed and only the three girls were left, sleeping.

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Next day when the function was about to start and everyone was getting ready, Sameera came out of the bathroom wearing a jeans and a nice simple shirt. Her hair were in the usual simple braid.

"I am ready. And I'm going downstairs. Is any of you ready?"
Maaya was doing Shrishti's hair and Shrishti was painting her nails so they didn't see her. Pihu was with Madhu in her room.

"Nah! You go."
Shrishti spoke and Sameera nodded. First she made her way towards the boys'room.
Knocking on the door she asked
"Are you guys decent? Can I come in?"

Instead on answering Shivam opened the door. First thing he said as soon as he saw her was

"You aren't wearing that dress you were so excited to wear tomorrow. Why? This is also good by the way."

"I was not in the mood."
She shrugged it off and entered their room to find out that both the boys were matching with her. White shirt and blue jeans.

"Hey look we are matching."
She exclaimed and sat down on their bed.

They were talking about some new  movie when Sameera's phone rang. It was Shrithik. They still haven't exchanged their phone.

Excusing herself she picked up her phone. Without even greeting her he spoke

"Where are you?"

"Why?"
Can't even say a simple hello.

"I need my phone ASAP. So where are you? And are you decent, can I come?"

"Yeah. I'm in boys' room."
She said and hung up. Then they started playing video games.

About ten minutes later Shrithik came and sat beside her quietly. Took his phone, returned hers and started doing something. She was itching to ask what he was doing but she didn't. Two minutes later the three girls Pihu, Maaya and Shrishti entered the room.

"What are you wearing Sameera? Why didn't you wear the dress that you showed me yesterday?"
Pihu asked and Shrithik snapped his head up. Dress? She owned a dress? And dress as in girly dress?
Shrithik who knew that she wasn't going to show him the dress, already was in full mode to get her show it to him. Sameera sighed at his expression which turned from confused to pleading puppy. He wasn't gonna back down.

He seriously wanted to see what her taste was in dresses and he had a solid idea of why she wasn't wearing it. And once he sees what cloth it is, he can know if his suspecions were correct or not.

"Not a specific reason."

"Go wear that. It's also very simple."
Maaya spoke and Shrishti nodded.

"And and we still have an hour left."

Sameera made a sour expression and then snapped her head towards Shrithik. He was continuously poking her on her hand. Then suddenly he stood up, pulled her with him and started walking with his hand on her shoulder.

"At least tell them that you are going to your room."
He whispered and she glared at him. But yelled

"I'll be in our room."

"What are you doing old man?"
She asked when he pushed her inside the room.

"Show me the dress."

"What are gonna do of my dress?"

"Well, you see I'm gonna get a same dress sewed for me."
He deadpanned.

"You'll look awesome in it."
She giggled and he stuck his tounge out at her.

"Now show me the thing. Otherwise I'm gonna tickle you. You don't want that right?"
He said slowly keeping both his hands on her shoulders and brushing his fingertips slightly on her skin, making her squirm.

"N-no. I'll show you. Wait."
She said and took out that dress. Spreading it on the bed, she turned towards him

"This is the thing. Examine it as much as you want. I'm going."
She said and started leaving.

Shrithik knew he was right as soon as he saw the dress. She was not wearing it because of low confidence.

Her friends' dresses were beautiful, glimmery and just amazing. Her's was simple and not that beautiful in front of theirs. According to her.

He held her wrist and stopped her from going. Sameera, looked back at him and sighed

"What now?"

"You are wearing it. Now."

"I'm wearing it?-"

"You are wearing it? That's nice."
Before Sameera could complete her sentence Pihu spoke. The person who was behind her with his hand slightly inside her shirt, brushing his fingertips on her stomach was not helping at all, so she nodded.

"Y-yeah. I'll... I'll wear it."

Pihu nodded and left, allowing her to change.

"That's like my sweetheart. I'll wait outside."
Shrithik said and started leaving but was stopped by her.

"Old man. I don't want to wear that dress. I'm not gonna wear it."

He turned around and looked at her expression. She was looking at him with her brows furrowed and was biting her lip slightly. And one thing was, she never bit her lip. Never. Ever.

Without thinking anything else he strode towards her and took her face in his hands. She was starteled at first, because the expression Shrithik had so soft, serious and was very adorable. His brows were furrowed slightly, his lips were in a pout, his eyes were confused.

"And why is that?"

"That's not my style, old man! I'm not a girly girl. I don't wear these kinds of things. I just wear lower and t-shirt. These things are not made for me. I'm-"

"Shhhhhhh."

He shushed her. Looking directly in her eyes, he spoke

"Don't think that it's not your style. Don't limit yourself, sweetheart. Don't limit yourself in those boring lower tshirt, jeans shirt. Don't do that. You like that dress right? You wouldn't be having it if you disliked it. Don't let that small reason which is holding you back, hold you back. Don't sweetheart. You'll regret this thing after twenty years. You'll regret not wearing a simple dress. You'll regret closing yourself in a box with specific style, specific expressions. Loosen up a bit sweetheart. Loosen up. Don't limit yourself."

He whispered, now with his forehead against hers and eyes closed.

"But-"

He cut her off with a sigh. Then opened his eyes and moved away from her as burnt. Rubbing his face with his hand and with a totally emotionless face he spoke

"Do as you want. I don't care."

He left saying this. Shrithik was annoyed now. He knew she was closing herself, she was limiting herself and that was harmful. He gave her that big speech because he had experienced that thing called regret.

Because when he was actually visible,  was a college student he also wanted to wear those floral shirts and bell bottom pants like Amitabh Bachchan did. But he didn't. He couldn't. Because he had the image of the spoilt rich kid, who always had a hateful and sour expression on his face. He couldn't wear those floral shirts as they just brightened up anyone's mood. Because he had that image to keep.

He knows what that feeling of regret is and never in his life would he want Sameera to experience it. But, if she was not willing to understand than what can he do.
Nothing. Absolutely Nothing.

He once again rubbed his face and unlocked his phone. And it immediately pinged with low battery.
Great. Fucking great.

He turned around and made his way to where Sameera was. She must have a charger with her. Opening the door of the room in which he left her he spoke

"Do you have a-"

Looking at the person in front of him, his jaw dropped. There she was standing in that Anarkali Design kurta looking at him with her wide black eyes.

And this time, even the low battery of his phone couldn't spoil his mood.

He grinned and spoke
"That's like my sweetheart."

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