𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
Aarohi and Siddharth's tale began unexpectedly at her brother's wedding. Their connection sparked amidst the celebrations, growing through shared glances and conversations. Misunderstandings te...
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AAROHI
After the intimate moment at the greenhouse,my mind is always diverting towards the scene of tonight.
Okay Aarohi let's calm down.
We will fulfill your wild fantasy tonight. But for now let's be patient and let the make-up artist do there job.
After the rasams of haldi was over,I took bath and here I am now getting ready for my big day ready to shine.
As I sat in front of the grand mirror, the room buzzed with the soft murmur of my closest friends and the gentle clinking of makeup brushes.
The artist, a true maestro of her craft, worked with delicate strokes, transforming my face into a vision of bridal beauty. Each brush stroke felt like a tiny affirmation of the love and joy that filled the room.
My lehenga, a masterpiece of red silk, was embroidered with intricate patterns of gold and diamonds, each stitch a testament to the skilled artisans who had poured their hearts into its creation. It was heavy, a weight I bore with pride, for it was the armor in which I would walk towards my new life with Siddharth.
The emotions swirling within me were a tapestry of color-vivid reds of love, golden hues of joy, and the shimmering sparkle of anticipation. Today, the saying that first love is always incomplete was defied; for me, it was a circle that had found its closing piece, a story that was whole.
When Shanaya and Ananya entered, their gasps were the sweetest melody, their eyes wide with wonder, reflecting the beauty they saw before them. Their excitement was a mirror to my own, their smiles an echo of the happiness that filled my heart.
The reactions of my family were like the soft touch of a painter adding depth to a canvas. My mother's eyes brimmed with tears of happiness, my aunt's warm embrace conveyed years of affection, my uncle's proud nod was a silent blessing, and my father's tender smile was the embodiment of love. My brothers, usually so composed, were not immune to the day's emotion, their eyes shining with unspoken emotions.
In that moment, surrounded by the love of my family and the joy of my friends, I felt complete. The journey to this day had been a tapestry of moments, and now, as I prepared to step into a new chapter with Siddharth, my heart was full, my spirit was light, and I was ready.
As I stepped into the main hall, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and roses. The venue was adorned with cascades of white and pink flowers, draping from the ceiling like a fairy tale.
The golden lights twinkled like stars, casting a warm glow over the faces of the guests who turned to watch me enter. My father's hand was a steady presence in mine, grounding me as I took each step down the aisle, my heart a symphony of emotions.
