We rolled into the driveway about half an hour ago, and let me tell you, Rudra was glued to his phone the entire ride.

  Now, I'm not one to care too much about what people do with their screens, but seriously, a little generosity in the real world wouldn't hurt.

  Unlocking the front door, I motioned for Rudra to head inside with all his baggage. As he made his way in, I rang up Samira, giving her a heads-up to get ready for the grand entrance with her lover.

  "Sup, girl? Your brother's home. He's downstairs, and I'll keep him busy. Be ready for your grand entry with your lover," I informed Samira.

  "ALRIGHT," she exclaimed, matching my level of freak-out. Meanwhile, Rudra, the human embodiment of deadpan, continued his phone saga.

  Inside, I dropped my bag, tossed the keys on the holder, and observed Rudra intensely tapping away on his phone, a world I had no clue about. It was pushing 8:30, and I figured everyone was probably in the backyard, sipping morning tea.

  "Rudra, leave your luggage here. Auntie Maya managed to get it to the guest room, next to your parents'," I said, attempting politeness.

  "Okay," he replied, still glued to his screen. Well, alright then. I offered him a seat and a glass of water, but he didn't bother with any questions.

  By the time I took my seat opposite him, Samira emerged with...wait, what?

  It felt like I hadn't seen Arjun's face in a million years. He looked surprisingly handsome after a shave, wearing decent clothes and looking all fresh. Thank the stars I didn't call them in the morning.

  Rudra caught my distracted gaze and turned around to see Arjun.

  Their eyes locked, and suddenly, a burst of excited balloons exploded in Samira's face. She dashed down the stairs, enveloping Rudra in a hug.

  "Thought you'd miss my sagai, bhai?" Samira said, arms still wrapped around him.

  [ note: bhai is a word used to address elder brother or sometimes is also used a slang just like the english slang bro while having a conversation with someone quite your age. ]

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  "Well, you're only getting married once," Rudra teased, patting her back for reassurance.

  My attention shifted to Arjun, standing there somewhat awkwardly. As Samira released Rudra, she turned to face my brother.

  "Well, well, I don't know what she did to you, to fall in love, but now that you have, you better take care of her because I know martial arts," Rudra said, shaking hands with Arjun. A grin spread across Arjun's face, and surprisingly, Rudra found his lame joke amusing.

  I threw an arm over Samira's shoulder. "Well, you boys go to the backyard and say hello. Samira and I will be there with tea and coffee for the four of us," I announced.

  "Alright," Arjun responded.

  "I think they'll get along," I whispered to Samira.

  "REALLY?" she exclaimed.

  "Yes," she was in her own bubble of happiness. As Samira prepared tea and coffee, I scoured the kitchen for snacks.

  Hours flew by as they chatted, snacked, and Rudra spilled the beans about his work and life.It was a typical guest treatment session, something I'm not particularly fond of.

  It made me realize how much I've been missing out on knowing the ins and outs of my own life. Sure, I love the joy people feel when they see their photos, but there's more to life than constant photoshoots and edits.

  By noon, I figured it was time to dive back into wedding planning. Opening my email, I saw the guest list confirmed by Samira and a list of friends expected from Arjun's side. Fantastic.

  I sat there for a couple more hours, searching for a suitable hotel for their sagai. They were here for a month, and with three days already gone, we needed to kickstart this marriage bash.

  Otherwise, whole thing would end up in a ditch.