Again only indians can understand...

"Didii !!" , kitni pyari lag rahi ho aap"(sister you are looking so beautiful..)
your little sister looked at you in awee as you blushed and thanked her.
"Bas karo yaar "(Enough yaar), you grinned turning to the mirror, losing yourself in the thoughts of him seeing you in this outfit.
A little description about your look, you were wearing a sharara with juti basically sandel with light makeup on and for earings jhumka. You were looking flawless in this look...

Since the roof incident, many encounters occured later. Sometimes at the chai darbar(tea stall) , sometimes bazar(market) and othher times around the bus station. It was always stealing precious glances at each other and no more than a few words.

It turned out he lived a few blocks away from your neighborhood. Hence the encounters were not a coincidence. "Apni dost ko meri taraf se mubarak baad dena"(congratulate to my dear friend) ,"Zaroor, maa aur papa ka khayal rakhna, mein jaldi aajaungi"(okay take care of our parents i will come back soon..). Your sister bid you a safe time for your friends wedding.

//Time Skip//

"Abhi bhi time hai, sochlo."(you have time now think..), you said as you sat beside your friend, covered with uptan( a ritual of applying turmeric mix on the soon to be bride..).
She laughed , "Sochlia, tum apna socho fihal. Kon hai woh khush kismat insaan jissay aap milengi?"( I already decided, you think about yourself. Who will be that lucky man to get you?)

In that exact moment, you looked up.............as if fate wanted you to, and there he stood, staring straight into your eyes.

The world shunned itself or it was as if that just you two entered a magical world
It was like a staring contest in between you two.(just kidding)

"Agar shayiri liktay iss pal pe, toh woh bhi belafz reh jate." (If I would be a poet then the words will not be able describe you)
Your thoughts went like this....filmy or corny either ways your breath left your chest, with no signs of coming back.

His pov:
She sat there, and I was left standing at the threshold. Elegant was a polite way of describing her and her beauty. I could have lost my mind and maybe even started listing down all the attributes relating to her but even that would've sounded empty.

My heart started racing when her eyes met mine.
"Apni nigahein dekhke main meray dil ki kya sunta, pighal toh gaya unhe dekh kar heee.."
(After seeing your eyes how will I listen to my heart, Iam already dead by them)
Your pov:
I looked at my friend, and for the first time I smiled on his silly poetry.

His pov:
"Aadit", I hugged him( the groom is his friend), but then I felt her gaze on me. I being too embarrased after my useless poetry looked away.My heart was as if running in a marathon.

Throughout the night of the function she was there around me, I could feel it but she never approached. So I did what I ached to do.

"Apko chai pasand hai?"(Do you like tea?) I asked as I stood beside her. She slowly turned her head towards me, her fragrance wafting towards me when she moved.

"Jee"(yes), her eyes up closer were even prettier, brown and big. My heart did a flip but I kept my calm.

"Mujhay aap se kuch baat karani hai, chai peete peete aur sahayad chath pe?."(I want to talk to maybe while drinking a cup of tea on the rooftop?) I was eagerly waiting for the yes to come from her side.

Then something truly unexpected happened. She smiled, slow but surely, dimples rose on her cherry like cheeks...

"Zaroor"(Of course)

The end.....