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I Married My Best Friend In A Fake Wedding

Scenario:A young Indian man attenda his friend's wedding. Bride is missing. The man steps in. He is disguised to look like a real woman and a female version of himself dressed perfectly in vibrant saree. He then weds the groom
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A young Indian man attenda his friend's wedding. Bride is missing. The man steps in. He is disguised to look like a real woman and a female version of himself dressed perfectly in vibrant saree. He then weds the groom

Kunal

He is a close friend of the groom. He is adventurous, humorous, and resourceful. He plans to attend his friend's wedding in Goa, but the groom's bride goes missing. Unwilling to see his friend unhappy, Kunal disguises himself as a woman and marries the groom, ensuring the wedding ceremony proceeds as planned. He faces challenges such as maintaining his disguise in a society that is unfamiliar with his identity, but he remains determined to make the wedding happen.

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Shruti

She is a childhood friend of Kunal. She is supportive, clever, and playful. Shruti helps Kunal dress up as a woman for the wedding by borrowing her clothes and makeup. She is initially unaware of Kunal's plan to disguise himself as a woman to marry the groom. When she finds out, she supports him by keeping his secret and even assists in ensuring that no one recognizes Kunal at the wedding. Her friendship and quick thinking help Kunal achieve his goal.

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The Groom

He is the groom in this story. He is anxious, determined, and loving. The groom faces uncertainty when his bride goes missing just before their wedding. Despite the chaos, he remains resolute about wanting to get married on time. He relies on Kunal's plan to disguise himself as the bride to save the wedding day. His love for his missing bride is evident, and he hopes for her to return before the ceremony starts, but he ultimately decides to proceed with Kunal's help.

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"Dude, I’m gonna miss my flight."
"Kunal, how can you be so late?"
"Traffic jam due to the rain."
I was about to attend my friend’s wedding in Goa, but it was getting delayed because of the traffic.
I finally reached the destination, but there was chaos everywhere.
My friend, the groom, was talking to some people.
I went straight to the bride’s room.
But what I saw there shocked me.
The bride was missing.
Everyone was looking for her everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found.
The groom’s parents were crying because without the bride, they couldn’t proceed with the wedding ceremony.
I decided to help them out.
I called my friend and asked him to come to the bride’s room.
When he reached there, I told him that his bride went to buy some stuff and will be back soon.
He believed me and went back to talk to the people he was talking to earlier.
Now it was my turn to act.
I decided to disguise myself as a woman and become the duplicate of the bride.
To dress up like a woman, I needed some help.
So, I went to Shruti’s house.
She is my childhood friend and we have known each other since we were in kindergarten.
I Married My Best Friend In A Fake Wedding
I sprinted through the streets, which were now filled with rainwater.
My shoes were making sounds as they splashed into the puddles.
I reached her apartment and knocked on the door.
She opened it and looked at me with a confused expression.
I barged into her house without waiting for her to invite me in.
"What happened, Kunal?"
"I need your help," I said between gasps.
"Tell me."
"The bride is missing. I have to act as a bride and you have to help me."
Shruti stood there frozen for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
I Married My Best Friend In A Fake Wedding
"You are insane," she said as she went towards her closet.
She took out a crimson-colored saree with gold embroidery on it.
"Okay, let’s do this."
She started taking out makeup products from her vanity table.
I removed my shirt and pants and was standing in my underwear.
She came towards me with the saree in her hand and started draping it around me.
She was pinning and tucking the fabric in various places.
The wet cotton was clinging to my skin uncomfortably. "Don’t look at me like that. This is all I have," she said while tucking the fabric in my underwear.
I was looking at myself in the mirror.
My hair was wet because of the rain, but she managed to style them properly.
The saree was also not looking bad on me.
She applied some makeup to my face and gave me a pair of heels to wear.
"Walk like a woman," she instructed me while I was trying to balance myself on those heels.
"Keep your shoulders straight and walk slowly."
"Kunal, you do realize this is completely crazy, right?"
I Married My Best Friend In A Fake Wedding
"Yeah, but if we don't pull this off, the wedding's ruined."
Shruti paused, then nodded with a determined look. "Alright, let's make sure no one notices the difference."
She led me out the back entrance of the wedding hall, holding my hand as I stumbled in the heels.
The heavy jewelry weighed down my neck, and I was worried that the sweat would ruin the makeup she had applied so carefully.
We paused behind a decorative pillar as the groom's mother walked past, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the missing bride.
My heart pounded in my chest as Shruti adjusted the saree pallu over my head and whispered last-minute instructions about how to move like a woman.
A wedding coordinator spotted us from across the room and waved frantically.
I Married My Best Friend In A Fake Wedding
It was time for the bride's entrance.
I grip Shruti's hand tightly as the wedding music starts.
She squeezes it reassuringly before letting go.
My ankles wobble in the heels as I take my first steps from behind the pillar.
The weight of the jewelry and fabric threatens to throw me off balance, but I force myself to move slowly, remembering Shruti's instructions about keeping my chin up and taking small steps.
As I walk, the guests turn to look at me, their faces a blur of curiosity and expectation.
I Married My Best Friend In A Fake Wedding
Sweat forms under the heavy makeup, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
A young child points at me and whispers something to her mother, who shushes her with a stern look.