HeyYa,

So this one is short too. I didn't have enough time to write a long one and because school starts tomorrow and I might not be able to update until Saturday (depends on the work load), I just decided to upload a short one.
And I think it's a cute chapter ^_^

HappyReading <3

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When Siya woke up, there was a huge chaos in the house. She quickly ran to her balcony only to find 7 cars packed in front of her house.

'Oh damn it,' she mumbled, 'how could I forget?'

Today Siya's relatives from India were coming for her cousin's wedding which was being held at Siya's place. The priest had finalised the date a month ago but there were no cottages or hotels available for the groom's family stay in so the brides' relative decided to move in to Raichand Mansion while the groom's family was staying at Siya's cousin, Alia's, dad's house. Everyone wanted the celebration to be held in India but Alia's dad, Mr Anuj Raichand, said that he couldn't face any relatives after Anjali's incident so only close relatives were invited to attend this wedding.

'Get ready for the venture, Siya,' she muttered to herself as she waved at a guy who was probably one of her cousins.

She changed into the dress that she was gifted on her birthday and went downstairs to greet her relatives. There were little kids screaming around while Seerat was stuck between three old ladies who wouldn't let go of her cheeks. Surviving the suitcases and boxes lying on the floor, Siya reached the living room. She quickly excused Seerat and took her spot. Seerat gave her a thank you look and ran outside the house.

'You must be Siya,' the lady on Siya's left said.

'Yes I am,' Siya nodded, 'but I don't remember you.'

'Well, how could you when you have never met me?' That lady laughed, 'I am Alia's nani (maternal grandmother).'

'Namaste,' Siya joined hands together just how her father had taught her, 'how did you recognise me?' She asked curiously.

'Oh it's not that hard, you see,' this time the lady on Siya's right was the one who spoke, 'loose messy hair, skinny like a stick, this cross you are wearing, waking up so late and then not saying your prayers. Even a blind man could tell that your mom didn't teach you anything good. This is all a result of that firangi (white) woman.' She sighed like she really cared about Siya. Please note the sarcasm!

'Plus, Seerat is the little one and Sameer is a boy so it wasn't that hard to guess that you must be Siya.' Alia's nani said with a weird smile.

'How Rasist! You dare not say one more thing about my mum' Siya said in her mind, 'It is 7:30am and normal teenagers sleep at this hour.'

Siya could see her father from the corner of her eye and she knew that he was listening to everything these ladies had to say. She was upset that he did not say anything to defend his family. When Siya excused herself, she went straight to the kitchen and her father followed. He told her that these ladies were her elders and whatever they'll say, Siya should agree to it as he didn't want any arguments in this house. She was forced to go out and greet others like an ideal daughter would.

After what seemed like a day long introduction, which felt more like humiliation, Siya went to the Sharma house to give herself a short break from all the noises. She was excited about being a part of an Indian wedding for the first time but she couldn't stand her loud and judgmental relatives. It almost felt like she did not belong there. Why is dad's family so hard to get along with?, she would always question herself.

'Mom?' Siya asked in surprise when she entered The living room of the Sharma house, 'what are you doing here?'

'What do you think?' Her mother, Annalise, looked up.

'Yeah, wrong question,' Siya rolled her eyes and headed upstairs to Rhidhima's room.

'Shh, she is sleeping,' Seerat warned Siya when she was about to enter the room, 'no one is allowed. Kaira said so.'

'Fine,' Siya mumbled and headed towards the staircase.

When Armaan opened the curtains of his bedroom, he spotted people running around in the garden of Raichand Mansion. Decorators were putting up lights, people were carrying bags inside and servants were setting up food stalls. There were tables being set up in the garden and little kids ran around everywhere. Curious to know what was going on, he headed towards the door of his bedroom. He turned the knob on the door and pulled it towards him but ended up bumping into a girl.

'Ouch!' She cried as they both hit the floor. Her hair covered her face as she tried getting up.

It took them a good long 30 seconds struggle to get off that floor without getting themselves into anything worse than awkward.

Armaan froze on the spot when he realised that it was none other than Siya. He looked in her eyes and his heart skipped a beat. She looked angelic in that peach Anarkali outfit, hair down and no make up. Bangles sparkled in her left hand and the sequins work on the skirt of her Anarkali reflected the bright sunlight, making the room glow like stars.

'Siya,' he finally managed to say, 'you look-'

'Oh please don't comment on my outfit,' Siya interrupted and pushed past him, 'so far I have heard 17 hideous judgmental comments about me and this dress and my mom and I can't handle anymore cheesiness!' She raised her voice in annoyance.

'I was just saying that you looked... beautiful,' Armaan whispered to himself but Siya heard him.

'You do?' She asked slowly, 'you don't have to comment about how skinny as a stick I look? or how I can't sport an Indian outfit cuz my mum can't teach me how to handle one? or how bad this colour looks on me? Or how my eye colour doesn't matches my hair colour or-'

'Shhhh,' Armaan places finger on her lips and whispered. He knew Siya wouldn't stop talking otherwise because she was either annoyed or tensed or stressed or upset or freaked out again.

'I won't judge you ever,' Armaan assured her, 'I have no right to. You are unique. Special I would say. You are you and no one can be like you,' He said without looking away or blinking.

Siya stood still and looked deep into his eyes. She felt relieved as if he did some kind of spell on her. She knew she could trust him, be with him, talk to him and he wouldn't judge her or laugh behind her back. Her heart was thumping louder and louder and her cheeks were getting hotter but she didn't look away. Not this time. She couldn't completely understand what she was feeling at that moment but it was something magical. Something pure. Something she had never felt before. Not for anyone.

Am I in love?, She asked herself.

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A/N:

A) Haven't proofread :/
B) VOTE If you like it :D
C) Thanks for all the support ^_^
D) I'll try uploading soon (maybe by Wednesday) or on Saturday

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