The Wedding Photographer by Sakshama Puri Dhariwal

Author:Sakshama Puri Dhariwal [Dhariwal, Sakshama Puri]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Sakshama Puri Dhariwal
Published: 2016-05-02T04:00:00+00:00

Two days to the wedding

For the third time since the morning, Kabir sifted through the photos of Nitisha Khanna’s mehndi he had received via WhatsApp. Some of the images had poor resolution, some were overly Instagrammed, but most just lacked readership quotient.

Page 3 was the most-read page of Delhi Today and he couldn’t just print anything there, especially given that last week, the editor-in-chief, Jay Soman, had pulled up Kabir for a drop in Page 3 likability scores.

Kabir needed better quality images but he also needed some inside dope, and he needed it fast. He had a good full-length image of the bride, but one image did not a story make. He required a spread, a collage, a goddamn wedding album.

Khudai by Nitisha Khanna had become a major designer label in the last few years and the going rate for a bridal lehenga was close to ten lakhs, at par with some of the top fashion designers in the country. After Khudai had entered into an exclusive online sales contract with Shopcart.com, the deal had provided Nitisha the marketing fillip she needed, along with a fiancé in the form of Shopcart’s founder-CEO Rohan Singhal.

Last winter, Nitisha had opened a store at DLF Emporio and around the same time Rohan had raised $1 billion in funding. Theirs was a fairy-tale story, and Kabir was certain the readers would lap it up, especially if he could get a few close-ups of Nitisha’s outfits, shots of the family members in intimate settings, and some images of the couple with Priye Ma. He was hardly worried about the last category since SoL members had flooded his inbox with those.

Kabir had also heard a rumour that Vikram Walia was attending the wedding, and if that was true, it would make the story highly newsworthy. He could check with Vikram’s wife, Nidhi, but no one ever got a peep out of that snooty, secretive bitch. What was the point of being married to a famous person if you never talked about them?

Kabir swiped through the photos and paused briefly at an image of the ghastly Priye Ma. Even the grainy resolution couldn’t dull her gaudy make-up.

Maybe he could reach out to the photographer directly and get some photos in exchange for a credit. His source had mentioned the photographer was a girl called Candy. He knew a lot of Delhi-based photographers, but ‘Candy’ didn’t sound familiar. Kabir sent Risha a text message, asking if she knew someone by that name.

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