Raghav, a young man from Pune, was about to get married. His family had fixed a grand wedding in Jaipur, and everyone was busy with preparations. Raghav’s childhood friends—Vivek, Sameer, and little cousin Bunty—decided that before the serious business of marriage, they should all go on a short trip to celebrate.
“Let’s go to Jaipur two days early,” suggested Vivek, who always came up with adventurous ideas. “We will enjoy ourselves and then join the family for the wedding.”
Raghav hesitated. “I don’t want any trouble before the wedding,” he said.
“Arrey, don’t worry,” Sameer laughed. “We’ll just have a good time, eat, relax, and return fresh for the big day.”
So, the three of them took the train and reached Jaipur a couple of days before everyone else.
On their first evening in Jaipur, they roamed around the old city. They saw the Hawa Mahal lit up, ate hot kachoris, and bought colorful turbans. Later, Vivek said, “Let’s sit on the terrace of the hotel and celebrate Raghav’s last night as a bachelor.”
They ordered food and drinks. Raghav was shy, but his friends teased him, and soon they were all laughing loudly under the stars. The night passed with music, chatter, and silly jokes. Nobody realized how late it had become.
When Raghav opened his eyes the next morning, his head felt heavy. He looked around the hotel room. Cushions were scattered on the floor, a chair had broken, and Vivek was sleeping under the bed, but where was Sameer?
Raghav woke Vivek, and the two searched everywhere. Sameer was missing. On the bed, they found only a wedding turban, half-torn.
“Oh no!” cried Raghav. “If my parents find out, they will be furious. How will we face everyone?”
Vivek tried to calm him down. “Don’t panic. We’ll find Sameer. We just need to remember what happened last night.”
But none of them could recall clearly. They began their search in the city. At a dhaba near Jal Mahal, the owner said, “Weren’t you the fellows who came here at midnight, dancing with a white horse?”
At Amer Fort, a guard laughed and said, “One of you climbed the wall and shouted that he was a king!”
In the chaos, they even discovered that Vivek’s wallet was missing, and Raghav had mehendi on his hands though he didn’t remember how.
The city seemed to be full of clues, but no answers. Finally, by late evening, they reached a small village on the outskirts of Jaipur. There, in a humble house, they found Sameer sitting cross-legged, happily eating dal-bati with the villagers.
“What on earth are you doing here?” shouted Raghav. Sameer laughed sheepishly. “I don’t remember much, but apparently, I promised to help this family with their tractor problem, so they brought me here. They are very kind people.”
Everyone sighed in relief. The three friends rushed back to the city. Though they were tired, dirty, and embarrassed, they managed to join the families in time. No one except them knew of the strange adventure.
On the wedding day, as the band played and the procession moved toward the decorated hall, Raghav whispered to his friends, “Promise me—no more adventures like this.”
But Vivek winked and said, “Every wedding needs a story, and this one will be ours to remember.”
And so, the wedding went on beautifully in Jaipur. The families were happy, the guests enjoyed themselves, and only four young men carried the secret of that unforgettable, confusing night in their hearts.