Meera's pov

I woke up to the knocking on my door. Rubbing my eyes to wake up myself I went to the door and opened it. There barged in my best friend with some people behind her. I couldn't even decipher what happened but suddenly there was havoc in my room. In every corner you can find people. Beauticians, designers were doing their work.

I was seeing and making sense of things when I was grabbed by my arm by none other than Sakshi, "Where were you last night? You know we were so worried but then we thought if you were sleeping then you would get disturbed so we went away. But we got so tense thinking if you were safe or not."

"Sorry Sakshi, actually I was really tired after the function so as soon as I laid in bed I dozed off and my phone was also discharged but I was really tired so didn't think you would be worried. I assure you this will not happen again."

"Better not. Rohan and Raghav bhaiya also tried to take the key from the manager but Krsh told him not to do so and let you rest."

I was confused as to how because he was with me, "How did he let you know?" I asked subtly so as to not put any signs that he was with me last night.

"He talked with Raghav bhaiya on the phone, Meera. Are you still sleepy?"

"No, no, I was just asking like that. I will come after getting fresh."

"Yeah and be fast. You don't want your to-be-hubby waiting."

Without replying to her I went inside the bathroom. As I came out I saw the most elegant dress for a mehndi placed on the bed. It is simple yet perfect for the event. Literally defines my style. Although I have seen the dresses before, when the time comes for wearing them it feels like I am seeing them for the first time. I wonder what Krsh would be wearing. Apparently we haven't seen each other's outfit just decided the same color so as to surprise the other one, so I am really curious to see him.

I came and the make-up artist told me to sit in front of the mirror. I told them that I didn't want much makeup and it should be natural and minimum products should be used. Sakshi was giving me the look that she will kill me if I didn't stop with my so-called tantrums. But what can I do? I am not at all a makeup person but for her I sat quietly.

It took them around two hours with my makeup, hair and accessories. I came outside wearing the dress and Sakshi put kajal behind my ears so as to take evil eyes off me. I smiled at her with teary eyes. My mother would have done the same to me. She understood my emotions and hugged me.

As I moved from the hug she told me that we should go down as everyone is waiting for us. With the help of her and other people, I went down and I drew in a breath to see the decorations around. Since it was day and sun was up our heads, decorations were done according to it. There were arrangements made at one side of food and drinks and in the center was placed the mehndi.

I was made to sit on one sofa opposite to the place where mehndi was kept. I was looking down as I didn't have the courage to look at people. I was always bad at socializing, it didn't matter if the event was for me only. Krsh's mother came and did the same with me as Sakshi did, taking the evil eyes off and then kissed my forehead by holding my chin. At that time I really felt that my mother was kissing me and giving me blessings.

As soon as she moved I saw the face I was dying to see, Krsh. he is looking dashing in that kurta. He can beat any bollywood actor and model in terms of his looks. He gave me the most charming smile of his standing with the support of a pillar, arms crossed looking directly in my eyes making it impossible for me to look away.

The mehndi artist came forward and told me to be comfortable as it will take a lot of time and I agreed with her. They started applying and girls came to dance on the beat of music and bands which were playing. I was enjoying the whole scenario. Then baba came to me and told me that if I needed anything I could tell him and not to think otherwise. I nodded at him.

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It must have been an hour or so when the mehndi began to dry and I started feeling itchiness. I know that I didn't have any allergies from mehndi so this is unusual to happen. I ignored it thinking that it might have been quite some time since I last applied so that must be the reason. But another hour passed and it was uncontrollable. I told them to stop since it was unbearable for me.

Krsh came running to me, the music stopped and my tears started to flow down. I was rubbing my skin where the henna was applied and Krsh was trying to make me stop. He took me to one of the room's washrooms and washed my hands. Others were told to wait outside. I was feeling so bad that I ruined my own function. I looked towards Krsh and his whole focus was on my hands. As soon as the henna was washed off, he closed the tap, took the napkin and started drying my hands softly. They were all red and a little swollen from the scratching I did. I looked up to see and gasped seeing Krsh crying silently. Tears were cascading down his cheeks and he was whimpering. I took him outside and made him sit in the bed. I sat in front of him on my knees and wiped his tears from the handkerchief as I didn't want the infection to spread if it might.

I assured him that I am alright and not to worry. He just pulled me to himself and nuzzled his face in my neck. I can feel my neck getting wet from his tears but I didn't mind. What mattered to me the most was him being fine. I put my head more deep into his neck as to make him and myself calm down. After fifteen or so minutes crying he opened the door when the person on the other side knocked. I made myself presentable and it turned out it was Raghav bhaiya, Rohan and the doctor.

Krsh made me sit down on the bed even after my denial. Doctor came and took my hands for inspection. Raghav bhaiya immediately send the henna for inspection after we came in the room and said that someone mixed something in henna and it turned out that the henna contained para-Phenylenediamine (PPD), a chemical which causes itching and red skin and due to it, this happened to me. He prescribed some medicines and cream for me and asked if I can apply henna, then he suggested to do some artificial mehndi stickers if I so wanted it.

As he went outside with Rohan and Raghav bhaiya, my mood went down. It was my mehndi and if I can't apply it to my wedding then, when will I do so? I felt like screaming so loudly. I didn't realize I was weeping until Krsh wiped my tears and took me in a hug. "Krsh, what will I do now? I can't apply henna on my own wedding. Will my hands be wrapped in this white bandage the whole wedding?"

"Don't worry love, I will not spare that person who thought of harming you. Second thing, so what if you can't apply, I am all yours so my hands are yours. I will apply henna in place of you and that to exactly as you want. We are one right so there is no difference if you apply or I."

I smiled at him a little, "But if you don't want to, you do not have to force yourself just because of me."

"No Meera, it is nothing like that, I am doing so because I want to. Now come on, get ready and then we will go down together. I will wait for you."

As he said this to me, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. We went down and Krsh told everybody to resume what they were doing. People were coming to me asking if I was okay. Ma started crying seeing me and I assured her that I was fine. To divert everyone's mind, Krsh told the mehndi artist to apply henna to him as he will be the one now in place of me. He sat and the henna was applied on his hands.

I was sitting opposite to him on another sofa, feeling bad for him, for me. Why is this happening to us? I was just cursing at my fate when baba came and sat beside me. He took my hand and started rubbing the backside of my bandage-covered palm. I felt like killing myself. I always have to worry the people around me about me. I wiped his tears and shaked my head in no order not to cry. We were just sitting and looking around when baba said, "I am happy Meera beta, that someone except me is there to take care of you. I am proud to choose Krsh for you. He is the perfect man for you. Now I can die in peace and join your mother."

"Baba, please don't. Don't talk like this. There is still time for you and I am warning you to say this type of thing again. You are going to be with me and Rohan, that's it. Now no more talks about death." I felt a rush of anger, fear and anxiety all at once. To stop myself from another round of sobbing and weeping, this time continuously I moved my head and focused on Krsh, only he can keep me sane.

After some more time sitting and talking, this time about good things, baba went to see other works. Other people also went to have food and drinks. I looked at the time and thought that Krsh might also be hungry and since he can't eat with his own hands, I decided to volunteer for it.

I went in the food section filling the plate and going towards Krsh when a person blocked my path. Since I was just near him, not many people were there to see since they all were busy eating and talking. Although I didn't want the presence of this person, sometimes some things are inevitable. "I see, you still haven't changed Meera, just like before you like to take all the attention. I know you did that purposefully so that you didn't have to apply henna on your hands. Always the bitch you have been. I wonder if Krsh will ever know your tricks and your true self..."

"Enough, Divya. I am giving you a heads up, belittle me again and you will find yourself outside the gates of this mansion. And mind you no one will stop me. I honestly don't want to change your thoughts about me. Think whatever you want but mention Krsh again from your mouth and you will find how dangerous I can be."

"Aren't you getting a little more daring Meera. Just because you are marrying into the rich, you think you are one of them." Divya said, getting irritated.

"Why not, after all, I am going to be Meera Krsh Singhania." I smirked and went ahead before she can say something. I understood from all this that you can't make everyone think good about yourself. It is better to respect yourself first and people will love you if they want. And I didn't need to worry because people who love me know me and I am grateful to have a handful of them.

I sat beside Krsh and smiled looking at him. He was dozing off so I shook him and he jerked. He sat and looked at me wide-eyed. I showed him the plate of food and he sighed, "Ohh, thank god Meera, I thought I would die from starvation and just like sitting here. Okay, okay no dying talks. But please make me eat fast, rats are doing marathons in my stomach."

I showed him the eye so he changed the topic and made a morsel of chapati and dal. I forwarded my hands to his mouth and turned into beetroot when he intentionally licked my fingers with his tongue disguising his act in the attempt to take food in his mouth. "I-I, do-don't do it." I always become nervous when he does such things and why do I stutter?

"My shy Meera, I wish I could hug you right now tightly. You know you are looking so adorable. I will never get tired of making you blush and seeing you blush because of me."

To make him stop talking I continuously fed him giving him a break to only take a breath and he laughed seeing me do this but didn't say anything. After finishing I made him drink water and now we were just looking around and then seeing each other.

"You know I heard that if the mehndi color gets dark that means your husband will love you that deeply. So I was thinking if it will be true in our case? Like if my mehndi color gets dark, does it mean that my wife will love me deeply?"

"Maybe but I can guarantee you that my love will not be defined by some color. I will always love you deeply, earnestly and passionately no matter what."

"You are so poetic, love and I can say this confidently that I am going to love my married life."

I didn't reply to him because thinking about it only made my thoughts run to wild places. After that he told me that I have to find my name in his hands after marriage to which I agreed. As the henna dried, the function also ended and everybody rushed to get ready for the sangeet function.