The wedding hall was a whirlwind of colors, sounds, and emotions. Avantika sat at a table with your mother, feeling slightly out of place among the glittering elite. At 23 she was simple, beautiful that make people turn heads, contrasted beautifully with her fair to wheatish almost translucent skin. The curves that sometimes made you self-conscious were impossible to hide, and you adjusted the pallu self-consciously. As you was curvy, hourglass but years of perfection expectations made you doubt your beauty your figure.
"Itna mat nervous ho" your mother whispered, patting your hand. "Sundar lag rhi hai".
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