Abandoned Wife

53. Mysterious lady

"Enemies always lie inside the dear one's circle wearing the goodie shawl"

In the softly lit room, the girl stood before the ornate mirror, a vision in white. The wedding gown draped elegantly over her figure, and her hair was meticulously fashioned into a bun adorned with shining pins and delicate white roses. The atmosphere seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow as she faced the mirror, the details of her face concealed, casting an air of mystique.

A bridesmaid, donned in a lovely shade of pink, attended to her, carefully adjusting the jewelry that adorned the bride. Amidst the whispered queries about Farha's unexpected presence and the identity of the bride, a low voice inquired, "Whose wedding is this?" Silence hung in the air, unanswered.

"Come, everyone is looking for you," Farha gently prompted, and the bride, veiled and enigmatic, rose to follow. Beyond the room, a large wooden door stood ajar, leading to an unseen world. The bride, in her resplendent gown, gracefully made her way through the doorway.

As she stepped into the unknown, a hand, weathered and aged, entered the frame. Intrigued, the observer leaned in, yearning to identify the father of the bride. The air thickened with anticipation as the bride placed her hand on the old man's, and he, in turn, bestowed a loving kiss upon her head, his touch tender and paternal. Slowly revealing himself, the man was none other than Kabir.

The realization struck like a chord, "Is this Ariha's wedding?" she wondered aloud, the mystery deepening. Excitement and curiosity peaked as she tilted her head, peering closer to catch a glimpse of the bride's face. In a moment of dramatic revelation, she gasped, "It's me! It's my wedding!" Yet, the lingering uncertainty persisted, "But with whom? Karan or Krish?" The scene unfolded, intricately weaving a tale of anticipation and unfolding destiny.

As the entourage, comprised of the bride, bridesmaid, and her father, made their way down the aisle, she hastened to join the procession. The journey through the lobby to the grand hall door was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation. As the massive mahogany doors swung open, they revealed a breathtaking frozen wonderland that awaited within.

The venue was transformed into an enchanting frozen theme, with white ice sculptures scattered throughout, and delicate garlands of white flowers hanging from the ceiling at strategic intervals. The floor, a mesmerizing expanse of whitish-blue glass, revealed the ethereal beauty of white lotus blossoms seemingly floating beneath its surface. The entire scene, a symphony of white and ice, elicited an involuntary squeal of delight from her. "It's beautiful… I loved it!"

Her attention shifted to the bride—her mirror image—whose radiant smile brought tears to her eyes. The purity and joy expressed in that smile were overwhelming, and as tears welled up, she felt a profound connection to her past self. It was as if the loving, innocent child she once was, had reemerged for this special day.

Wiping away the traces of her emotional response, she fixed her gaze on her bride-self, who now stood transfixed, staring at the groom. The unspoken question echoed in her mind, "Who's my groom?" With a slow, contemplative gulp, she followed the bride's gaze toward the stage, a spectacle resembling an icy landscape. A river meandered between small mountains, and the floor simulated an icy surface, transporting them to a realm of winter magic.

A shiver ran down her spine as the fairy tale wedding unfolded in this unexpected wintry setting. The stage was adorned with shimmering icy star crystals, their brilliance accentuated as camera flashes captured the bride, now becoming a part of the snowy, magical tableau. The serendipitous transformation added an extra layer of intrigue and mystique to the unfolding nuptials, making this frozen fairy tale uniquely unforgettable.