" Gill."

" Tendulkar."

" Gill." Abhishek gritted.

" Tendulkar!" Niha slammed the table.

Sara elegantly sauntered towards the veranda, cladded in a baby blue kurti and a white palazzo, pearls adorning her ears, a delicate chain with three small pearls as the pendant, and a pretty, big diamond ring adorning her ring finger.

Her hair let loose, falling over her shoulders, she was positively glowing, looking ever so graceful and ethereal, and everyone, everyone apart from Abhay and Niha, turned to look at her.

She sat beside her fiancé, who immediately planted a quick peck on the crown of her head as a form of greeting before turning towards the two arch rivals.

" What're they arguing about this time?"

" Oh, if you're taking my last name or keeping yours."

Sara shook her head with a sigh.
" They're fighting over things we didn't even bother over."

Shubman chuckled in agreement.

" And, regardless of the last name I take, I'll still, always be a Tendulkar, won't I Baba?" She turned towards her father, who nodded his head, a soft smile on his face.

" Of-course you will. Nothing can change that. Not even change of last name or house."

She beamed as he planted a kiss on her forehead, and walked away as Anjali called him.

Cocooning herself in her fiancé's arms, her gaze flickered back towards their best-friends who continued to argue.

" At this rate, they'll either kiss or kill each other." Shubman sighed and Sara chuckled.

" They make a fine pair." She murmured and he hummed in agreement.

" They'd be the IT couple of cricket, that is, if they stop mistaking their love for hatred."

" It's not going to be easy. They might as well continue to fight as long as they can, and when someone comes along and takes either of them away, is when they'll regret not realising it earlier. Unless....someone knocks sense into them...." she trailed off as she turned to look at him and he smiled, completely aware of the ideas creeping in her mind.

" Can't we play cupid?" She pouted, her slender fingers fiddling his kurta's buttons and he chuckled.

" Do we have to? At our own wedding?"

" C'mon Shub—"

" No. I ought to have all of my fiancée's attention for myself at our wedding, not our best-friends." He grumbled, pulling her closer to him as if someone was about to physically rip her away from him.

Sara giggled, shaking her head and nearly flinched when both Abhay and Niha slammed the table in unison as they rose to their feet, engaged in an intense, heated eye-contact.

" Guys?" Sara began in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

" Loser." Niha rolled her eyes before turning away and stomping away to her best-friend.

" Excuse me? The heck you calling a loser?"

" Are you deaf Sharma? Of-course I called you a loser."

" Niha...Abhay, can we not? Please?" Sara urged softly, but Shubman shook his head.

He wasn't the one to adapt a soft way, at least not today.

" Do you or do you not want to be there for the wedding?" He asked the two of them, switching glances between them and they furrowed their brows, surprised.

" Is that even a question to ask?"

" Why would I not want to be there for my best-friend's biggest day in his life?"

" Good. Because, if you do, I need you to do something."

" Do what?" They asked.

" Oh it's simple. Since you're in charge of the wedding, I need you to be nice and cordial to each other for the next two months. I mean, it won't look nice to the guests, if the bride and groom's best-friends are constantly at each other's throats, would it?"

Abhay and Niha exchanged horrified glances.

Nice and cordial?

For two whole months?

Niha turned towards Sara, shooting her a pleading look but the girl shook her head.

" I agree with Shub! You can do this for two months can't you? Just sixty-one days."

" Just? It's SIXTY ONE DAYS Saru, I can't do this!" Niha cried and Abhay vigorously nodded in agreement.

" Yeh acche se dekhti tak nahi mere taraf aur mai isse acche se baat karu? Not possible Bhabhi, not possible."

Sara sighed dramatically.

" You can't put aside your grudges for two months for your best-friends? Yahi hai tum dono ki dosti?"

" Sara—"

" Nah-uh. I ain't hearing any excuses. C'mon, the two of your are grown adults, not kids, I won't even ask you to look at each other after two months, I just need you to be nice to each for two months, not more than that. No one's asking what you do behind closed doors—"

" They might just see." Shubman muttered and Sara smacked him.

" Stop with your dirty talks!" She hissed under her breath and he chuckled.

" I mean it's true, the tension building up between them is always so high that it can't even be cut with a knife, and, they'll either end up killing or kissing each other—and that, can escalate to many things." He murmured to her and she shook her head.

" I can't with you and your stupid talks."

" I thought you loved it when I talk dirty?"

" Shubman, I'll hit you."

Sighing dramatically, he sank back down on the couch with a slight pout.

" My fiancée's so cruel to me." He whined, earning a giggle from her and a wide grin etched across his face as he stared at her.

" So tell me, either you act decent, or...or....we'll ask Ishan and Aditi!"

Niha gasped, shaking her head.

" Aditi's pregnant! She anyway can't help!"

" Exactly! And Ishu's gonna be with her most of the time."

Sara continued to stare at them, arching a brow and they sighed in defeat, giving in.

" Fine, we promise to be nice."

She smiled victoriously, clasping her hands together as she turned to look at Shubman who merely sighed with a smile as he shook her head.

" See? I can do it and give you my attention too! They agreed! First step done! They agreed, although reluctantly."

" Who can say no to you Sara?" He murmured fondly as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

Niha and Abhay stared at their best-friends with a fond smile playing on their lips, and as their gazes flickered towards one another, and they let out sighs.

These two months wouldn't go that bad, would they?

Time would tell.