In a old-fashioned coffee shop, the aroma of freshly made coffee hung in the air as fate masterminded an unexpected collision. Vihanaa, a spirited young woman, and Ayaan, a diligent professional, found their worlds colliding when Vihanaa accidentall...
Aware of dadi thoughts, I am scared to create further misunderstandings. Despite declining her advice about not working before, I consider following her wishes to avoid complicating his relationship with his dadi.
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They left but the weight of dadi's words pressed in my mind, disrupting my sleep. Every second replayed in my thoughts, and regret became a restless companion throughout the night.
The wedding day dawned, marked by the vibrant hues of the Haldi ceremony. Turmeric paste, a symbol of auspiciousness, was applied to the me and him, creating a joyful atmosphere.
As the haldi ceremony unfolded, I couldn't help but notice that Ayaan, in typical fashion, wore a serious expression throughout the ceremony. His stoic expressions made me curious about the thoughts behind his unsmiling facade.
Just like that the grandeur of the wedding unfolded at the Noor Mahal Palace Hotel, nestled a little away from Delhi.
As I was getting ready in the room, I heard a knock. I opened the door, and to my surprise it was my brother.
"Apke aur hamare bich me, waisa normal Bhai behen Ka relation toh Nahi Hain, Bhai behen honeke bawajut. But I respect you a lot and I have always been proud of you." (We don't have a normal brother- sister relationship between us like others even were brother and sister.)
His words, though simple, carried a weight that resonated within me. As he spoke of respect and pride, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me. He continued.
"You're stepping into a new chapter, and I... I just wanted to say that in the future if you need me, don't hesitate to contact me." The softness in his voice hit me and a tear escaped, tracing a silent path down my cheek.
"Tum bare ho Gaye ho, aur mujhe mahasus bhi Nahi hua. Thankyou so much." I managed to say in a barely audible whisper. His response was unexpected yet comforting - he envelopes me in a hug. It was a gesture I didn't realize I needed. (You're grown up, and I didn't even realize it.)
"Don't cry my sis. Ya phir Apka makeup kharab hoJayega." (Or your makeup will get ruined.)
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Amidst the mesmerizing chants of Vedic hymns, the main wedding ceremony, or the Vivaah Sanskar, took place. He hold my hand and we circled the sacred fire, taking vows that bound us together for lifetime.
A realization settled in - the dawn of change. The responsibilities waiting, the new house which I hopely could call home, and the journey ahead unfolded like a chapter turning in the book of life.
As the bidai (farewell) approached, waves of emotion overwhelmed me. Despite enduring a sense of discrimination by my parents to me, my love for them remained unwavering.
The farewell was particularly emotional for my grandparents, and their tears reflected a deep bond we shared. Mom and Dad, though shedding tears, seemed to be performing an act, perhaps a shared expression of the bittersweet nature of the bidai.
Amidst heartfelt goodbyes, I hugged each family member, exchanging silent sentiments. The farewells echoed as they wished me goodbye. Despite my inclination to conceal emotions, the tears flowed freely once settled in the car.
Witnessing my silent tears, he offered me his handkerchief. Gratefully, I took it, attempting to wipe away the evidence of my emotions. Yet, despite the gesture, more tears continued to fall.
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As she entered the mandap, she looked so mesmerizing that I nearly forgot there was a thing called breathing. When she said patience is the key, she damn well meant it, judging by the way she looked today. She's always beautiful, but seeing her all dolled up, ready to be my wife and sit beside me in the mandap and for the rest of our lives, that's something entirely new and breathtaking.
I never believed in all the lovey-dovey stuff; it made me cringe. But with her, it's different. I find myself embracing the cheesiness in my own way. It might sound crazy, and it probably is, but I can't deny that there's a blooming feeling of love in my heart for her.
She's stepping into a new chapter of her life with me, and I'll make damn sure it's the best chapter she's ever been.
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