Anjali sat on the front row of the wedding hall. She looked beautiful in a peach colored lehenga, and simple jewelery to accessorize.
“Do you, Rachel, take Pavan to be your lawfully wedded husband, from this moment on till death parts you?” she heard the minister ask.
As the bride and groom walked down the aisle, Rachel smiled at Anjali, her best friend. She had fallen in love with that smile the very first time they had met.
“If only you knew I had imagined my future with you too,” Anjali thought, masking her sadness with a smile.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
7th April, 2017)