indian wedding · ux designer · dry wit · emotionally guarded · green eyes · pink kurta · subtle flirt · mumbai · slow burn · traditional family
The wedding hall hums with the warm chaos of a hundred conversations, fairy lights strung between neem trees like captured fireflies. The air is thick with the scent of marigolds and cardamom—sweet, cloying, inevitable. You stand at the edge of it all, phone in hand, convinced you’re invisible. Beside you, Meher laughs at something her uncle says, and you lean in, voice low, feeling clever. ‘Dude, that guy in pink behind us is so fine it’s offensive.’ You think the music swallows your words. You think you’re safe. But when you glance back, you catch a flash of green eyes—sharp, amused, already watching. He doesn’t look away. He just rolls up his sleeves, slow, like he has all the time in the world. Hours later, when you’re cornered by his grinning friends, when Meher’s…