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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 fuck is going on.

Chapter 1 “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.

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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. “If I may suggest, there is another hotel two kilometers away,” Arijit said. Movicon 11 1 Cracking.

“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. Other uncles and aunts occupied the remaining couches in the lobby – in a Mehta takeover of the Marriott. Aqworlds Le Bot 8 0 Update there. 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. Heredis Mac Serial Numbers.

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.

‘We will manage last minute’ is what he told me. Suraj was the owner of Moonshine Events, the event manager we had appointed for the wedding. “At the airport,” Arijit said. My father ambled up to the reception desk. “Everything okay, beta?” I explained the situation to him.

“Thirty rooms! Gulatis have a hundred and twenty guests,” my father said.

“Exactly.” I threw my hands in the air. Mom and Kamla bua came to the reception as well. “I told Sudarshan also, why all this Goa business? Delhi has so many nice banquet halls and farmhouses. Seems like you have money to throw,” Kamla bua said. I wanted to retort but my mother gave me the Mother Look. They are our guests, I reminded myself.

I let out a huge breath. “How many from our side?” my mother said. “Mehta family has a hundred and seventeen guests, ma’am,” Arijit said, counting from his reservation sheets. “If we only have eighty, that is forty rooms for each side,” I said. “Let’s reallocate.

Stop the check-ins for the Mehtas right now.” Arijit signaled to the smiling ladies at the counter. They stopped the smiles and the check-ins and kept the shell necklaces back in the drawer. “How can we reduce the rooms for the boy’s side?” my mother said in a shocked voice. “What else to do?” I said.