The room was a tapestry of vibrant colors – sarees in hues of emerald and ruby, kurtas adorned with intricate embroidery, and the cheerful chatter that bound them all together.
The air crackled with a vibrant energy as the Maheshwari living room buzzed with conversation. Laughter filled the room like a symphony, punctuated by the clinking of teacups and the rustling of silk sarees.
Adarsh, Alisha's grandfather, regaled the younger generation with tales of his own wedding, his voice booming with amusement as he described the elaborate arrangements and near-disastrous catering mishap.
On the other side, Gauri, Aniket's grandmother, reminisced about her wedding saree, her eyes twinkling with a youthful glow as she described the intricate embroidery.
Darsh and Khyati, the mischievous uncle and aunt, engaged in a playful banter with Damini and Daksh, Alisha's aunt and uncle, their witty remarks sending ripples of laughter through the room.
Avinash and Nalini, Aniket's parents, beamed with pride as they watched their son steal shy glances at Alisha
Arti, Alisha's mother, sat beside her daughter, stealing glances at Aniket. A bittersweet pang tugged at her heart – joy for her daughter's happiness tinged with the inevitable sorrow of letting go.
Alisha, nestled beside Aniket, felt a warmth spread through her. His hand rested casually on the armrest of her chair, sending a jolt of electricity through her whenever their fingers brushed.
Just as the conversation reached a crescendo, the doorbell chimed. A hush fell over the room as a wizened old man, Panditji, entered. Dressed in a white dhoti and kurta, he exuded an air of quiet wisdom. Relief washed over Alisha and Aniket as they finally reached the much-anticipated part of the evening – selecting their wedding date.
Shiv, ushered Panditji to a seat and with a flourish, presented the horoscopes of both Alisha and Aniket.
Panditji settled onto a cushioned chair, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. He consulted a worn leather-bound calendar, his brow furrowing in concentration.
After a moment that stretched into eternity, he announced, "Shreeman greho ki dasha dekh aur unka sahi samye pe milna jisse ek shubh ghadi ban sake jisme yeah Vivah sampan ho jaye hum toh woh ghadi agle varsh Nazar aa rehi haii"
The room fell silent. The air, once brimming with excitement, hung heavy with disappointment. Alisha felt a knot tighten in her stomach. A year? That seemed like an eternity. Aniket's hand squeezed hers reassuringly, his expression mirroring her own.
Adarsh, Alisha's grandfather, cleared his throat, his voice laced with concern. "Panditji, ek varsh kuch jyada hei lamba nahi ho jayega hum toh humari bahu ko jaldi se jald Ghar Lana chahatein hein koi aur samye nahi hai kya ?"
Panditji stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Dekhiye Shreeman greho ki dasha baith toh Rahi hai par woh jo Tarik humne apko batayi ,utni shubh nahi baki ki tarrik"
Aviraj, Aniket's father, interjected, "Pandit ji aise bhi toh ho sakta hai na ki hum koi aur najdeek ke Tarik khoj lene jisse yeah Vivah bhi ho jayega aur hume humari bhau bhi mil jayegi ."
A flurry of discussion erupted, suggestions bouncing around the room like a tennis ball. Gauri proposed a date in a few months, while Sita Devi, Alisha's aunt, argued for a more traditional winter wedding.
Amidst the debate, Aniket leaned closer to Alisha, his voice a low rumble. "Ap kya soch rehi hain, Alisha ji?"
Alisha met his gaze, her eyes filled with determination. "I don't want to wait a year, Aniket. We're both ready, and our families are excited. Can't we find a date that's both practical and somewhat auspicious?"
Aniket smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Rukiye dekhein hei hum koshish kartein hei manane ki ." He turned to Panditji, respect evident in his voice. "Panditji, hum kya kehe rehei the agar ap dekhein toh kya ap bata saktein hein ki agle mahine koi shubh Tarik ho toh..."
Panditji's eyes widened in surprise. He consulted his calendar once again, his lips moving silently as he calculated. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Shreeman aaw July 14 ne haw sake hai vivah," he declared. "Greho ri dasha baith rehi hai jisu mein aaw bata sakun hun ki aaw din kafi shubh hoshi vyaah re waste"
[Mr the 14th of july can be used as a date of wedding. The planetary position are good making it an auspicious day for the wedding]
A wave of relief washed over the room. Aniket and Alisha exchanged a triumphant glance, their hands clasped tightly together. The disappointment had evaporated, replaced by a renewed sense of excitement. The 14th of July, a little over a month away, seemed like the perfect compromise – a date that acknowledged tradition without sacrificing their desire for a speedy union.
The room erupted in cheers and renewed chatter. The initial dampener had been swiftly overcome, replaced by a determination to make the 14th of July a wedding to remember. The families, united in their desire to celebrate Alisha and Aniket's love, began planning with renewed vigor. The air, once heavy with disappointment, now vibrated with anticipation and the promise of a joyous celebration.
Later, as the families mingled, Aniket found himself alone with Alisha on the balcony, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.
"That was quite the family reunion," Aniket chuckled, his voice a low rumble.
Alisha leaned against the railing, her eyes sparkling. "Yours is quite the, shall I say, interesting bunch."
"Interesting? Thode thode pagal hai sabke sab par boltei hein na the best kind. Of pagal hai ," Aniket said, with a sweet chuckle ,a hint of affection in his voice.
They fell into a comfortable silence, their gazes locked. Aniket reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Alisha's ear. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
"Ap kafi behtareen lag rehi hein aj Alisha ji " he murmured, his voice husky.
"Thank you," Alisha whispered, her cheeks flushing.
The moment stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Aniket leaned in, his breath warm on Alisha's lips. Just as their lips were about to meet, a throat clearing shattered the air.
"Mmhmm hmm ," Meera Chachi, Aniket's aunt, emerged from the living room, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
"Raha nahi jata nah... humari Bahu hai hei itni pyaari" she teased.
Aniket and Alisha exchanged flustered glances, their moment stolen but the spark between them only intensified. They softly giggled at the goofiness
The evening flowed on with a delicious dinner, filled with stories, laughter, and heartwarming moments. Alisha was touched by the warmth and acceptance of Aniket's family. They played games, shared childhood memories, and forged new bonds that promised a strong foundation for their future.
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