I sat in front of the mirror, my heart fluttering with nervous anticipation. Mom carefully adjusted the intricate folds of my Lehnga, her hands trembling ever so slightly. Beside her, my brother Armaan boasted over the fact that I was wearing a red lehnga which looked prettied in comparison to the White one Neil wanted for me.

I thought the same, I wanted to wear Red too but Neil and his parents said that thay have this tradition that the Lehnga should be from their side and well Neil liked a White lehnga, his parents too so I didn't say anything.