My phone rings for the nth time as I try to climb up the stairs as fast as I can, out of all days the elevator had to be out of service TODAY, wearing the heavy lehenga seems to add to the misery, I open the door to the hall and see my whole family...
"Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you" -- Donna Tartt --------------------------------------------------------- Present--
Vahni POV:
As I stand in front of the mirror, Vyara helps me adjust the pleats of my pink saree. We're both getting ready for the wedding ceremony, and I'm excited to celebrate Vanya's and Vishaal's special day.
Vyara hands me a delicate silver necklace, and I fasten it around my neck. Then, she helps me put on a pair of elegant earrings and a beautiful bangle.
As we finish getting dressed, the makeup artist arrives to help us with our makeup. Vyara and I chat and laugh as we get our makeup done, feeling like princesses as we get ready for the big day.
The makeup artist expertly applies a light foundation to my skin, followed by a dusting of powder and a swipe of blush. She lines my eyes with a dark brown pencil and applies a few coats of mascara to my lashes.
As she works on my makeup, Vyara gets her hair styled. The stylist expertly braids her hair and adorns it with a beautiful silver hairpiece.
Once our hair and makeup are done, we take a few moments to admire ourselves in the mirror. We both look stunning, and I can tell we're both feeling confident and beautiful.
Meanwhile, Vishaal is getting ready in his room. He's wearing a traditional Hindu outfit, consisting of a white dhoti and a matching kurta. His turban is tied perfectly, and he looks every bit the handsome groom.
As we finish getting ready, we head downstairs to join the others. Vishaal's family is already there, looking elegant in their traditional outfits.
"Okay, let's go," someone says, clapping their hands together. "We don't want to be late for the wedding."
We all nod, and then we head out to the cars. Vishaal and I get into one car, while Vyara and the others get into another.
As we drive to the wedding venue, I can feel the excitement building up inside me. I know that tonight's ceremony is going to be truly special, and I'm honored to be a part of it.
The drive to the wedding venue takes about 20 minutes. As we arrive, I can see that the venue is beautifully decorated. There are flowers and lights everywhere, and the atmosphere is lively and festive.
Vanya's mother is waiting for us, a warm smile on her face. She's holding a tray with a lamp and some flowers, and Vihaan is standing beside her, looking handsome in his white kurta and pyjamas.
As we watch, Vanya's mother begins the aarti ceremony, waving the lamp in a circular motion to welcome Vishaal and his family. Vihaan stands beside her, a mischievous glint in his eye.
As the aarti comes to an end, Vanya's mother smiles at Vishaal and his family. "Welcome," she says, her voice warm and welcoming. "We're so glad you're here."
Vihaan winks at me, and I feel a flutter in my chest. I smile back at him, feeling happy and excited.
As we make our way to the mandap, Vihaan falls into step beside me. He whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "From today onwards, we're officially family," he says, his voice low and husky.
I pause, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "What do you mean?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Vihaan just smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You know exactly what I mean, Vahni," he says, his voice dripping with flirtation.
I feel my heart skip a beat as he says my name. No one's ever said it like that before, with such intimacy and familiarity.
As we continue walking towards the mandap, Vihaan keeps whispering flirtatious comments in my ear. "You look stunning in that pink saree," he says. "I'm going to have to make sure you're always by my side."
I feel my cheeks growing hotter by the minute, but I'm also feeling a thrill of excitement. No one's ever flirted with me like this before, and I'm not sure how to react.
But as we reach the mandap, Vihaan's expression turns serious. He takes his place beside Vishaal, and I take my place beside Vanya.
The priest begins the ceremony, and we all follow along, reciting the ancient vows and prayers. The air is thick with the scent of incense and flowers, and the sound of chanting and music fills the air.
As the ceremony progresses, Vishaal and Vanya prepare for the pheras, the ritual where they walk around the sacred fire seven times, symbolizing their commitment to each other.
As they begin the pheras, Vihaan catches my eye and winks. I feel a flutter in my chest, and I look away, trying to compose myself.
But as Vishaal applies the sindur to Vanya's hair, Vihaan leans over and whispers in my ear, "One day, this will be us."
I feel a shiver run down my spine as I meet his gaze. For a moment, it's just the two of us, lost in the moment.
And then, just as suddenly, the moment is over. The priest pronounces Vishaal and Vanya husband and wife, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause.
As we all congratulate the happy couple, I turn to Vanya and smile. "Welcome to the family," I say, hugging her tightly.
Vanya smiles back, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thanks, Vahni," she says. "I'm so glad to be a part of this family."
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