THIRD PERSONAL'S POV
Soon, the lift stopped on first floor and the door dinged open, they walked out and and then began walking straight. All this while, Jenny had been drinking her surroundings with great interest. Even during such an odd timing of the day, the hotel was bustling with activity. Some people were checking in while some were moving out. The staff was groomed well in sarees and kurtas. Is someone would cross them, they would smile tenderly like she knew them all.
She wanted to know more about the place and hence out of sheer curiosity which no longer could be contained, she asked, "Where are we? This place is beauti- .... umm good." She said, still not willing to show her admiration for something associated directly or indirectly with the devil.
To this, the girl replied with a smile,"We are in the one of the seven-star hotels of Dhanu bhaiya. This is the Anjali Bhavan. This the leading hotel in the country, and comes in top 5 list in the world. You know, Anjali was the name of-" but she was interrupted by the older lady,"Enough Shyama, we are almost there."
To this the girl went silent, embarrassed of taking it so far. Soon, they reached the end of the corridor, and Jennifer froze on seeing the sight before her.
The three of them were standing at the foot of a fleet of stairs which descended down in front of an open door. The stairs were covered with rose petals. The railings had blue and white roses arranged in a bundle, with a small yellow lighted bulb in the middle. The lady whispered, " From here, you lead madam."
Jennifer's heart began to race in her chest. She clutched the sides of her dupatta in front of her face, but despite of being nervous, she took a step.
Now is the time to face him, to prove that I am not a quivering damsel in distress! I am wounded, injured emotionally but not chained to this beast. And I shall prove my point, whatever it may take!
thought while descending
there. All of them were engaged in their talks. This area had the seating arrangements for the invited people, drinks at one side, number of counters
got covered with the theatrical fog, giving a feeling of walking through the white, cotton clouds. The lights dimed and except of the chandeliers, no more lights were on. Then suddenly, all the paintings filled walls began shining because of the golden-coloured rice lights
own made way for her by stepping aside. She didn't realize when she had crossed the hall and was standing on its opposite side, where a large courtyard was located.
She moved towards the courtyard. As she stepped on the lush carpet of grass, hanging lights got switched on
by men during a wedding)on his left shoulder. He had a blue colored turban contracting to her lehenga. He
she could not even imagine someone else's hands to
was returning the gaze with an equal intensity. Their stare-down continued as none out of the two batted
to the mandap. We have to commence the marraige." The priest
with heavy steps, praying to the Lord, to
the bride and the groom were present in the mandap, the priests
**********
performing the ceremony in a very pensive mood. Every now
from underworld, but surely most of them were corrupt. While some were bureaucrats,