PRIYA'S WEDDING DAY
The apartment was decorated with jasmine, roses, and golden lights.
The four friends had prepared everything.
Prem sat before the mirror.
His hair had grown to mid-back length.
Neha gently brushed it.
"Are you nervous?"
"A little."
"Do you want to stop?"
Prem looked at her.
"No. I want to do this."
Neha smiled.
She began the transformation.
First, the hair.
She arranged his long hair into a traditional braid, decorated with jasmine flowers.
Then came the makeup.
A soft foundation.
Kajal.
A delicate bindi.
A subtle lipstick.
Matching earrings.
A necklace.
A bracelet.
Finally, the sky-blue saree.
The pleats were arranged carefully.
The pallu was placed over his shoulder.
Prem stood up.
The four friends went silent.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
Neha stepped forward.
"Prem..."
He turned.
She had tears in her eyes.
"What happened?"
Neha smiled.
"I just remembered our first wedding."
Prem held her hand.
"This time, I feel different."
"How?"
"Because this time, I chose everything."
Neha embraced him.
The friends began clapping.
Ananya wiped her tears.
Divya whispered:
"This is the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen."
Prem smiled.
"Then let's make it unforgettable."
The women helped him adjust his saree and jewelry.
His long braid rested over his shoulder.
The jasmine flowers created a beautiful contrast against his dark hair.
Neha stood beside him in her pink saree.
They looked at each other.
For a moment, the apartment became silent.
Prem whispered:
"Are you ready?"
Neha smiled.
"Always."
The ceremony was about to begin.
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