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It is three in the morning. I have tossed and turned in bed for two hours. I am to get married in fifteen hours. We have two hundred guests in the hotel, here to attend my grand destination wedding. I brought them here. Everyone is excited. It is the first destination wedding in the Mehta family.
I am the bride. I should get my beauty sleep. The last thing I care about right now is beauty.
The only thing I care about is how to get out of this mess. Because like what often happens to me in life, here I am yet again in a situation where I don’t know what the f**k is going on. One Indian Girl Story “What do you mean not enough rooms?” I said to Arijit Banerjee, the lobby manager of the Goa Marriott. “See, what I am trying to explain is” Arijit began in his modulated, courteous voice when mom cut him off. “It’s my daughter’s wedding.
Are you going to shame us?” she said, her volume loud enough to startle the rest of the reception staff. Just a shortage of twenty rooms. You booked a hundred. We promised eighty then. We hoped to give more but the chief minister had a function and” “What do we tell our guests who have come all the way from America?” Mom said.
Photshop Cs7 For Win7. “If I may suggest, there is another hotel two kilometers away,” Arijit said. “We have to be together. You are going to ruin my daughter’s wedding for some sarkaari function?” my mother said, bosom high, breath heavy – classic warning signs of an upcoming storm.
“Mom, go sit with Dad, please. I will sort this out,” I said. Mom glared at me. How could I, the bride, be doing all this in the first place? I should be worried about my facials, not room allocations. “The boy’s side arrives in less than three hours.
I can’t believe this,” she muttered, walking to the sofa at the center of the lobby. My father sat there along with Kamla bua, his elder sister. Sierra Print Artist Italiano. Other uncles and aunts occupied the remaining couches in the lobby – in a Mehta takeover of the Marriott. Troy 2004 In Hindi Download Torrent here. My mother looked at my father, a level two glare. It signified: ‘Will you ever take initiative in life?’ My father shifted in his seat. I re-focused on the lobby manager. “What can be done now, Arijit?” I said.
“My family is all here.” We had come on the morning flight from Delhi. The Gulatis, or the boy’s side, would take off from Mumbai at three p.m. And land in Goa at four p.m. Twenty hired Innovas would bring them to the hotel by five. I checked the time. “See, ma’am, we have set up a special desk for the Mehta-Gulati wedding,” Arijit said. “We are doing the check-ins for your family now.” He pointed to a makeshift counter at the far corner of the lobby where three female Marriott employees with permanent smiles sat.
They welcomed everyone with folded hands. Each guest received a shell necklace, a set of key cards for the room, a map of the Marriott Goa property and a ‘wedding information booklet’. The booklet contained the entire programme for the week, including the time, venue and other details of the ceremonies. “My side will take fifty rooms. The Gulatis need fifty too,” I said. “If you take fifty, ma’am, we will have only thirty left for them,” Arijit said. “Where is Suraj?” I said.