Page 135 of Glass Jawed
As soon as I reach them, Advik gets up, grabs the bag, and practically shoves it into my chest.
“Wear this,” he mutters.
I blink, glancing down at the bag. “What is it?”
Vikram chuckles. “A sparesherwani. You can’t show up looking like a tourist in your oversized shit.”
Well. Fair enough.
As I mumble a quietthanks, both of them get up and head off—still in their jeans and T-shirts. I assume they’re going to change too. No further words. No weird jabs. Just... two brothers making sure I don’t embarrass myself.
I head back to my room in the bride’s mansion and hop into a quick shower.
When I step out and start getting dressed, I finally peek into the bag properly.
Holy hell.
Thesherwaniis a deep shade of teal—blue-green with intricate embroidery of gold flowers on the shoulders. It feelsregalbut modern. Paired with tealpyjamasand dark sandals, it fits like it was tailored for me.
For the first time since I got here, I don’t feel like an outsider.
I look...ethnic. Put together.
I don’t know what Aarohi’s going to think when she sees me.
But I hope she looks twice.
THIRTY-FOUR
Aarohi
No fucking way.
Is he really—really—wearing a perfectly tailoredsherwani? Am I hallucinating?
“Oh. My. God,” Kashvi gasps beside me. “Turns out Satan can dress like an angel.”
I grimace, shaking my head. “Satanwasan angel, Kash.”
“Aww, am I talking to vagina-operated Rohi right now?” she shoots back.
“What? No!” My jaw drops. “Dudette—Satan. In theBible. He wasliterallyan angel.”
She shrugs like she didn’t just shatter my brain and loops her arm through mine. She’s dragging me toward the dance floor, but my eyes are still locked on the teal-wrapped menace across the floor.
Who the hell gave him thatsherwani? And why does it fit like a sin?
Just as Kash releases me, an arm wraps around my bare waist. I’m wearing a lavender lehenga and choli. A beautiful pink and purple stone-studded piece. My dupatta is pinned on one shoulder. And a tiny pouch tied on my waist currently carries my lipstick and my phone.
I turn, only to find myself face to face with Advik. A smile creeps onto my lips when I realize—oh, of course—he’salsowearing lavender. Hissherwaniis embroidered, not bejeweled like mine, but the match is unmistakable.
“Hey,” he smirks, leaning in. “We match, baby.”
My startled laugh gets swallowed by the pulsing music.
My gaze slides over his shoulder—back to where Lucian had been standing moments ago, talking to my mother.
Only now... he’s not talking.
