Twenty days have been passed since that day. And those twenty days have been the most chaotic, tired, yet blissful days of my life.

I have never had so much talk with my mother. She calls me almost every day. At first I thought it was only because of my wedding. But then one day she called me an evening and just asked me how was I doing. I waited for her to ask about what dress or shoes I was thinking to wear but she asked me if I was okay with so much pressure, it shocked me so much that I didn't reply her for a whole minute.

I won't lie that it is easy to forgive her or not feel anything about past. But somehow that's okay. It's okay when she says she is sorry again. It's okay when she tells me that she would like me to take book shopping instead of dress shopping. It's okay when she tells me that she explained to Kiyansh's mom why she did not accept me and Kiyansh together.

Though Kiyansh hasn't said anything, he still doesn't really talks with her just nods and shakes his head whenever mom says anything, which is a lot.

Otherwise it's just small little things like, Kiyansh's mom calling and asking, if I wanted Peone, Calla or Daisies or dad calling me to ask if I wanted a big chocolate cake on my wedding day (Of course yes.) It still gives me goosebumps to accept that this is happening because it almost feels like a dream in my head.

It's making me even more nervous because my film is going to be released in two days and I have been travelling to and from Delhi since two weeks.

I hop down on my bed facedown and heave a long sigh. It's 7:48 pm and it's been a long weary day. I swipe on my phone and peek a little to see a text message from Kiyansh's mom.

Open your Whatsapp.

I open the app to see, a picture sent by her of a beautiful pastel pink wedding card with metallic and bronze boxes of sweets placed beside it.

Kiyansh and Shanvi invite you to attend their blessed wedding.

The card makes my heart send butterfly signals to my stomach, and it flutters like I have tasted my favourite ice cream in the world. I sit and stare at the card for several minutes, the feeling overwhelming me.

Then my phone starts ringing on my hand, I roll my eyes and smile at the caller ID. Ayan Kapoor.

We have been in touch with each other since that day. In such a small amount of time he and Kritika have been such amazing friends that I introduced both of them to Prisha and Rohit. And yes, we all have met twice since they came to Mumbai after their shoot in Delhi.

I pick up the call, "Hello."

"Hello Boogy- woogy" he says with a chuckle.

"You aren't done with the nickname?" I sigh.

"No. I just got off phone with Rohit and he told me you came back from the promotions so we all are going to Jigsaw pub, pick you in fifteen."

"No" I groan, "I want to fall down in the heaven of sleep."

"Okay coming over. Get dressed or I will drag you out in your obsessive shorts and t-shirt that you wear."

"What?" I say but he has hung up on me already. "God why?" I yell dramatically and get up from the bed changing into my revenge t-shirt that says, I WANT SLEEP.

Hah don't mess with a devil Ayan Kapoor.

****

"You are wearing that?" Ayan rolls down the windows of his Kia Seltos and points at me, I guess at my, I want sleep t-shirt and my old soft ripped denims which I rolled up near my ankles pairing it with my high tops.

I smirk at him, "Told you don't play with my sleep, now I get to embarrass you like an old devil hahahaa." I start bobbing my head and flail my arms like a devil.

"You are a total nutcase." He laughs and opens the car door.

"Yupppp" I pop my mouth and get inside the car.

We get to the pub in 20 minutes, I enter this pub for the first time, a big marbled floor reception with a table adorned with pink and blue light bulbs greets us. A man and a woman check our names and let us pass through a wooden dark staircase lit up with light red lights. "Where have you brought me, it almost looks like haunted house with creepy loud music."

I yell at Ayan because the minute we entered the door to the staircase, loud EDM music started gnawing on my ears.

"Oh shut up." He shouts back, "it's a pub for god's sake, they will not play Puccini and Mozart here."

"A pity." I whisper to myself and step on the last step to be met with three people dancing crazily in the large free space of the pub. Of course that's Rohit, Prisha and Kritika.

"Why the three of you are hopping up and down like kangaroos?" They don't listen to me and keep on jumping and giggling like second grade kids, I cup my hands over my mouth and yell, "Guys are you okay?"

They all snap their heads towards me at the same time.

"Shanvi this is your bachelor party!" Prisha shouts and starts to run towards me with her arms open.

My eyes become wide and I decide between sliding away and letting her fall alone or definitely falling on the ground with her.

Ayan murmurs, "Oh god," beside me.

And I watch Prisha running towards me in slow motion and then it's all fast forward when she rams straight into me and our heads bang together, and I think we are going to die but then I feel Ayan trying to hold both of us from my back and the weight of us together takes him to the floor with us.

We fall over each other, like a beaten up group of gangsters, the three of us groan from pain and it's definitely the worst threesome at a bachelor party ever.

Rohit and Kritika help us untangle one by one, we sit on our derriere still on the floor in a circle.

"My knee got scraped." Prisha moans and clutches her knee joint tightly, then starts laughing like a total maniac.

"How much did you guys drink before I came here?" I ask looking towards Kritika because she is the only one who can answer me as Rohit gets busy laughing with Prisha on the floor, while blowing foolishly on her wrong knee. She is wearing a burgundy dress with silver gladiator heels, which okay she decides to take out and throw to the other side of the room. Thankfully someone wise enough decides to lower the volume of the music

"Just two neat glasses of tequila, but like big glasses," she says with a dreamy sigh.

"You asshole Ayan, I am going to kill you." I glare at Ayan whose face already looks a little red under the block lights.

"Oh my god Shanvi no violence," Prisha says and gets up from the floor, "it's your bachelor party, if we can't go Havana then we are going pub-nana."

"Pub-nana, Banana." Rohit yells loud enough for the whole club to hear, but there's only big vacant red velvet booths and some block wooden tables to hear him except us thankfully. And then they start to sing "Pub-nana na na na, all of my heart is in Pub-nana na na na."

They drag me from the floor and then to a table on the right which I didn't notice before, embellished with a plastic sheet that has pictures of us in weird poses, some of them are from my childhood which I am sure Prisha definitely stole from my phone. It's a picture of me in two braids and Kiyansh sitting beside me with a red woollen hat, it was when we were five, before Christmas. The others have got Prisha, Kritika, Ayan and Rohit posing in pouty shots with plastic sunglasses on their head. Ayan laughs and joins them in signing session and they all motion at the big vanilla and chocolate cake on the table.

"Guys, you didn't need to do that." I sigh and shake my head at all of them.

They grin at me and Rohit hands me over a knife "Of course we needed to you are going to get married. Now cut the cake, we told everyone to come late so that we would have enough time with you."

I take the knife from him, "Wait, what do you mean by everybody?"

Kritika adjusts her off her shoulder musky green dress, and winks at Ayan, who in turns winks at me and says, "Oh just some people."

"Oh god" I groan, before they shepherd me to the table and make me cut the cake, in not a very nice way they dribble the chocolate cake on each other faces.

"Let's do this." Prisha yells and presents me with a tray full of tequila shots the loud EDM music is on and loud again.

"I can't drink." I yell over the music.

Kritika sighs and hunks down a glass of vodka from the tray, Prisha turns and glares at her in warning, Kritika almost squeaks, then in a very cattily smiling way, Prisha says to me, "You my friend is definitely not getting out of here without getting drunk."

"We have a premiere, you know I can't." I know I am making an excuse but the thing is I promised Kiyansh some years back that I won't drink without him, I become really stupid when I get drunk.

"Oh shut up that is day after tomorrow, and you definitely need a day off now go on."

"Get whoopy-doopy drunk" Ayan puts his arm around me and yells near my face.

Rohit holds the shot glass near my mouth. And just as I open my mouth to say something else, he downs the glass in my mouth.

I shriek and feel the burn of alcohol in my throat that makes me close my eyes, the red sizzle inside my eyes.

"Rohit!" I yell, wiping at my mouth, Kritika seems second and that's what they all do after that, whoever gets the chance they make me drink alcohol. I am four glasses down when people start to come.

Some I recognize and talk with, some I don't but talk with too. Prisha, Rohit, Ayan and Kritika drag me to a corner, and I know the alcohol starts to get over my head when I dance like a duck chasing another duck and laugh at nonsensical things with them.

"I need to pee." I yell to Prisha over the loud electro beat.

"I will take you, come on." Ayan says and takes my arm.

We steer our way to the washroom and Ayan stands outside while I go inside. I hear my phone ringing in the quite of the washroom and stand in front of the mirror, taking it out of my denim pocket. The caller ID says Kiyansh, I squeal and pick the phone.

"Where are you? I am calling you since an hour." He sounds pissed.

"Oops," I giggle, "I am sorry, I am at Zigzag- saw"

His voice sounds thunderous, "Shanvi are you drunk?"

I giggle then giggle again when I imagine his face right now, "You must be looking a little red you know" I sigh, "I wish I could see your face, did you see our wedding card," I heave with a dreamy sigh "it makes me so happy, it has our names on it Kiyansh, our names together."

"Where are you right now Shanvi? Who is with you?" I hear a bang of a door from his side of connection.

"Oh I am in the washroom with Ayan." He breathes so hard I hear it in 3D sound. I giggle and add as an afterthought, "Sorry no, he can't enter in the women's washroom."

He curses in a very bad language, and I say, "Bad language."

He ignores it and in a curt tone says, "Stay where you are in the washroom. Stay in the washroom and don't cut the phone."

"But I need to pee." I say furtively.

"I don't mind if you pee while I am on the phone, just don't cut the call not even for a single second Shanvi."

"But I mind! Why are you always shepherding me like a teacher? School days are over, I need to pee, bye Mr." I growl and cut the call.