The Moon to my night✔️

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∞The same grey eyes∞

Rudransh Singh Chauhan

Weddings were never my cup of tea, whether it was my own or attending someone else's. However, it was Ridhima's wedding, and family is something I never compromise on. As the eldest of the Chauhan cousins, it's my duty to ensure everything goes smoothly. Today is the Tilak ceremony, and despite my lack of interest, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower to freshen up. My mother, ever the stickler for appearances, made sure I didn't appear disinterested either. Dressing into a cream-coloured kurta, like all the other wedding outfits chosen by my mother, I clasped my Omega around my wrist and sprayed on some body mist before grabbing my phone and walking out of the room.

My hair was still damp, lazily falling onto my forehead. I had spent a good amount of time lost in thought while lying in bed, therefore I didn't find any time to dry them. As I clicked the lock on my door, I was surprised by a warm, tight hug. "Rudra Bhai, where were you? I missed you so much! Why didn't you meet me yesterday?" My younger brother, Abhir, bombarded me with questions, his signature playful smile lighting up his face. "I was busy, Abhir. How are you holding up?" I caressed his shoulder gently, feeling the tight muscle under my hand. He worked hard first to convince Dad for his choice of career and second to prove himself in everything he aspired to.

"As good as ever, Bhai. Dadu wanted me to find you," he said as we walked side by side. "Yeah, I got the message. So, when's your next match?"

"I injured my foot in the last game. Looks like it's a ligament fracture. I'm out for the season," he explained, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Dad worried most about the uncertainties of his career. "Maybe you should join the office for the next six months," I suggested, knowing how much he disliked the corporate world.

"Don't sound like Dad. Even if I'm not playing, I have ad promotions lined up. Don't worry, I've got it covered," he reassured me as we heard our mother approaching.

"Rudra, finally! Your dadu was getting anxious... I thought he might be back at work," she said, looking amused as she glanced at me. "And Abhir, I asked you to call your brother. You're just hanging out here in the hallway," she chided him, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"I was just catching up with my brother, Mumma. This grumpy businessman never calls me anymore," Abhir teased, pretending to look upset. "I guess we should head in now that your little drama is over," I joked, putting an end to their playful banter.

As we made our way from the hallway to the ceremony hall, my mother continued to fill my head with instructions for the ritual. It turns out that I just had to offer some gifts after applying tilak on Shravan's forehead. Later in the evening, there's the palla dastoor ritual, where the groom's family presents gifts to our Ridhima. I couldn't help but wonder who came up with all these traditions and how they had the time to carefully plan each one.

I didn't have the chance to get acquainted with anyone, as I had missed the engagement due to my trip to Australia. Bua pulled me towards a group of people dressed in designer clothes that exuded elegance and royalty. "Rudra, let me introduce you to Shravan's family," she said, guiding me along.

I had already met Shravan when Ridhima asked me to convince the family to approve of their wedding. After a talk with him, he seemed genuine. It wasn't that the family was against Ridhima's choice, but being her parents' only child, they were naturally concerned. My assurance seemed to hold great value to them. I got acquainted with Shravan's family, the Rathores.

As Bua was about to introduce me to others, a firm voice caught my attention. "Aru will be here shortly, Maa. She was having trouble with her dress. I sent the designer to help her out." The name struck me, but before I could ponder anything else, I found a hand extended towards me. Raising my eyes, I saw a young man with a small smile on his face. "Rudransh, Yug is waiting for you," Bua nudged me with her elbow. Quickly, I extended my hand for a firm handshake.

"Hi, I'm Rudransh Singh Chauhan," I greeted with a smile, noticing another man standing beside him, whose face almost mirrored the one I shook hands with.

"Hello, I'm Yug Singh Rajvansh, the better twin," one of them spoke, his smile widening as he withdrew his hand, while the other sulked slightly, offering his hand for a handshake. "And I'm Yagya Singh Rajvansh, the best twin," the other added with a grin.

I was struck by the names. It couldn't be a coincidence. I had heard these names before, heard about these people before. I had heard about them from 'Her'.

Stunned, I struggled to find words as the twins stepped aside, and my gaze fell on the man standing there, with eyes so similar to the ones I once fell in love with. Those eyes had captivated me for as long as I could remember, eyes that made it hard for me to look at anyone else.

"Thank goodness, Aru!" Shravan caught my attention, saying, "I thought it would take you a lifetime."

"Yes, bhai, I just got into a wardrobe fiasco..." I heard her.

Her voice grew louder as she approached everyone. Oh my goodness, I heard her... she... but how? Hundreds of questions raced through my brain, but it was becoming foggy. I had to see her. I moved towards the front, and I guess I forgot how to breathe... my throat constricted, and a heavy weight settled on my chest. She was here. She was here, standing like a goddess as if she owned this world. Her sweet voice pierced my heart; I had longed to hear that melodious tune for who knows how long. It felt as if my feet were glued to the ground, my legs refused to respond, and my mind struggled to process everything going on around me. My eyes were fixed on her, on my love, on my Dhaya.

The man must be Aridhaan, her brother, the man she never got tired of talking about. I saw her smiling brightly with Shravan and Aridhaan standing out from the crowd. She had everyone's attention on her while she was busy getting her hair set by her mother. She is just like the flawless princess she once was.

Her black, dense hair flowed like waves when her mother caressed them softly, clipping them to the side. I heard her soft whining when her hair was accidentally pulled. I couldn't help but let a small laugh escape my mouth when I saw my lady, my love standing before me just a few steps away. I wish I could just go and engulf her in my arms and never let her go. Should I go and ask her how is she? Or should I ask her why she left? How was she all these years? How did she spend all these years? How did she spend these years without me? Did she miss me like I missed her every second of my life? It seems as if she is unaware of my presence here, but when she sees me, will she come running to me? Will she feel the same way, seeing me? Will she too feel even this open space closing in on her?

She was dressed in a cream-coloured dress, its intricate embroidery embracing the borders as her dupatta flowed freely. The fabric draped elegantly around her, with the edges of the dress brushing the ground, concealing any view of her feet. She struggled with her dupatta, attempting to adjust it to her mother's satisfaction. Her mother gently pinned the dupatta securely to her shoulder, eliciting a playful pout from her daughter.

With minimal jewellery adorning her, she looked simply enchanting. A thin gold chain adorned her neck, while delicate diamond earrings hung from her ears, adding a subtle sparkle to her attire. Despite the simplicity of her adornments, her beauty radiated effortlessly, captivating all who laid eyes upon her.

Before I could walk to her, I saw one of her cousins, if I remember the name right, Yug maybe, come near her and handle her phone. As she answered the call, she politely excused herself and moved away to a quiet corner to avoid disruptions. I couldn't help but be transfixed by her, completely oblivious to everything else around me.

As she finished her call, she turned around to head back to her family, and our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat.

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