A little note from Alissa:
Hello dear readers!
If you're familiar with my other fan-fictions you know you're in for a good tale. Although this story isn't about any Bollywood movie exactly, it is about a Bollywood actor. The entire story I've made up from the depths of my imagination and real life experiences, the only thing I don't own is Shahid Kapoor, and I think I can handle that!
I hope you enjoy this ever so romantic and tragically humorous story! Grab some popcorn and buckle down, this is going to get interesting!
Mistakes
The gloom in Charlotte's room was deceiving; she could feel the one hundred six degree weather was pushing in on the walls outside. It reminded her of Morocco, but Charlotte wasn't African . She was American, from the great Mid-West, and as far as anyone could tell, happy that it was her wedding day. The actuality of the situation was hidden from outsiders and only noticeable if you could peer into her mind and see the great turmoil that was festering.
Azmeen, her soon to be sister in law was shoving the wedding bangles onto her wrists with great zealous not realizing she was chaffing the skin of Charlottes knuckles. Charlotte sat there placid, staring off into space. She had only been in India fifteen days, she had only known her soon to be husband for ten of those, and now she was feeling faint with the idea of it. Marry a man you hardly know? Seems stupid to most people, and even Charlotte felt an unsettling in her heart, but India had called to her, and she answered, there was something here she was meant to do. Maybe this was it, but the doubt was heavy on her shoulders and made her anxious.
She could hear the holy man preparing the ceremonial fire with ancient chants she could no better remember than recite herself. She knew that there were a hundred people outside the door of her room waiting for her to emerge, and if she called off the wedding now, the entire family would be in a bigger scandal than they already were.
A respectable Indian family allowing a foreigner to marry their most precious son? The same son that brought even more fame to their family name with his ability to act as if it was his first nature, and being human his second. But when they had asked him if he loved her, he had said yes, and even Charlotte believed him. He had rejected the arranged marriage that his siblings were forced into and chose a love match.
The closer the wedding day, the more she could see his urgency to marry her. She saw him as an eager husband to be, not wanting to spend a day away from his new bride. He was diligent to her needs preceding this day, going shopping for all the littlest things, even coming with her to shop for her wedding lengha. The same one she was wearing now.
"Charlotte! Wake up, it's time for you to go out now!" Azmeen whispered as she gently shook the sleeping bride. Charlotte had hardly noticed she had slept on the bed, or had she fainted? She wasn't sure. The clap of the wooden door alerted her to the presence of another figure in the room. Her mother in law had come to collect her and take her out to the ceremony. With assistance Charlotte stood on wobbly legs and walked with purpose pulled the heavy door and stepped out into the bright courtyard.