One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘I am coming,’ he said.
‘What?’ I typed back, mouth open.
‘I am coming to India. Let me check flights.’
‘Are you nuts?’
‘No, really, I want to talk to you.’
‘Debu, calm down, okay? This is not funny.’
‘At least you called me Debu again.’
‘Whatever. I have to go. Please don’t message.’
‘See you soon. Bye.’
‘Go to work. Bye.’
‘Again you are lost in your phone. What is wrong with you?’ Aditi didi said.
I looked up as I re-entered the real world.
‘Everyone’s meeting for dinner soon. Get ready.’
‘Can’t I go like this? I just wore this.’
‘No. You are the bride.’
‘So? I have to change every two hours?’
‘Just go shower, okay? And don’t take your phone inside.’