Chapter 1

Hi I am Tina Saini. I am 24 years of age and I belong to India. I am a graduate in Fashion Designing from National Institute of Fashion Designing, Delhi. It is one of the premium institutes of Fashion Designing in Delhi.I live in New Delhi with my parents. They are my lifeline my pillars of strength and integrity. I cannot imagine my life without my parents. They are my best friends. I need no one when if I have them with me.

Today we are going for my brothers roka. I am super excited it will be so much fun dancing and playing with my cousins. My mom is wearing the green saree that I designed especially for her. (Above is the picture of the saree worn by her). I love designing clothes its my passion my life. I get lost in them so much that the world around me disappears. Even when i start discussing about a certain outfit with someone I can go on talking for ours without taking a breath. I eat breathe and live designing! My sketch book is my best friend, it helps me give my imagination a shape. I snap out of my thoughts when my mom waves a hand in-front of my face and brings me back to reality asking me to get ready otherwise we will be late for the function. I decide to wear a royal blue and cream gown that is yet another creation of mine, this dress is inspired by famous Indian designers Shyamal and Bhumika's creation.

Now that I am all set to go for the ceremony. I rush to meet my parents in the dining hall. A gasp leaves my mother's mouth upon seeing me. She has tears in her eyes, she asks my dad when did our daughter grow up so quickly? It seems like just yesterday that I held her in my arms. To change the mood I decide to take a selfie with my parents. So now shall we leave before we get late my father asks and we rush out of the house.

THREE HOURS LATER- CAR JOURNEY BACK HOME.

The ceremony was a great success. We had loads of fun teasing my brother and his future wife, my soon to be bhabhi. We danced like crazy. It is always fun when I have cousins around. We were talking about random stuff from the party when suddenly my dads starts rubbing his eyes and says I cannot see anything, I am having a blackout and in no time the car hits a divider and the car turns upside down. The last thing I remember is my mothers shriek.

A/N

* Bhabhi in India is brothers wife. 

* Saree is an Indian attire. 

*Roka is ring ceremony.