The night after the wedding 2
Anvita Mehra
*Shocked, her voice trembling*
"Vermillion... nuptial chain... What the—"
Daksh Ahuja
*Panic rising, looking at her wide-eyed*
"We didn't... We couldn't have—"
Anvita pushes the covers off herself and swings her legs off the bed, standing up too quickly, almost losing her balance.
She stumbles a little, gripping the bedpost to steady herself.
Anvita Mehra
*Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the racing heart*
"We need to figure this out... now!"
Daksh Ahuja
*Still in disbelief, standing up next to her*
"I don't remember anything after the campfire... The truth or dare game... God, how much did we drink?"
Daksh Ahuja
*Runs a hand through his hair, frustrated*
Anvita Mehra
*Paces around the room, fiddling with the chain around her neck*
Anvita Mehra
*Mumbling under her breath, panic in every word*
Anvita Mehra
"I can't believe this... What if our families find out? What are we supposed to say? That we got married... while drunk? We don't even remember!"
She stops mid-step, looking at Daksh, her voice softening in fear.
Anvita Mehra
"We need to hide this. No one can know, Daksh. Not our families. Not our friends."
Daksh Ahuja
*Nods, swallowing the lump in his throat*
"You're right. This... this was a mistake. We’ll just pretend it never happened."
He steps closer to her, his voice firm but still laced with concern.
Daksh Ahuja
"But we need to figure out what actually happened last night. We need to know how we ended up like... this."
Anvita pulls out her phone, her hands shaking slightly as she fumbles with the screen.
She tries calling one of their friends from last night, but it goes straight to voicemail.
Anvita Mehra
*Frustrated, muttering*
"Great. No one's answering."
Daksh Ahuja
"Everyone must’ve been as wasted as us."
Just then, there's a soft knock on the door.
Both of them freeze, staring at each other wide-eyed.
Daksh Ahuja
*Whispering, panicking*
"Who the hell could that be?"
Anvita Mehra
*Tiptoes toward the door and peeking through the peephole*
Anvita Mehra
*Exhales in relief, turning back to Daksh*
"Just room service."
She opens the door slightly, taking the tray from the staff with a forced smile, then shuts it quickly.
Daksh Ahuja
*Sighs, running his hand down his face*
"We need to talk to someone who was with us. Someone who remembers."
Anvita Mehra
"Yeah... And we need to act normal. No one can suspect anything."
She sits on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands.
Anvita Mehra
*Voice muffled*
"I can't believe this is happening..."
Daksh Ahuja
*Sitting beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly*
"We’ll figure it out. We always do, right?"
Anvita Mehra
*Looks up at him, their eyes lock for a moment*
Something about the way he's looking at her, concerned yet steady, makes her heart race for a second.
Anvita Mehra
*Clearing her throat, breaking the eye contact*
"Right. First, we shower. Then, we figure out what our friends remember. And... we just need to stay calm."
Daksh Ahuja
*Chuckling nervously*
"Calm... Yeah, easy."
They exchange an awkward glance before Anvita nods, heading toward the bathroom.
Anvita Mehra
*Closes the door behind her*
Anvita Mehra
*Catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror—the vermillion, the chain—and sighs*
Anvita Mehra
*Whispering*
"What have we done?"
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