𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗗𝗟𝗜 𝗠𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜

• The Day of Forever •

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The day had finally arrived.
The wedding day. All preparations were complete - the chaos had stilled, the hustle had melted into harmony, and now, everything was perfect.

The venue stood as the epitome of regal grandeur fused with divine serenity. A golden-domed mandap, carved with intricate patterns like those of an ancient palace, shimmered under the velvet night sky. Cascading garlands of marigolds and roses draped down like floral waterfalls, glowing softly under the warm amber lighting that made the entire setting feel almost otherworldly.

Tall golden pillars encircled the mandap, each supporting delicate floral chandeliers that gently swayed in the evening breeze, as if whispering blessings to the couple about to be wed. Stone staircases-lined with flickering diyas and brass lamps-led down into a majestic courtyard, now transformed into a dream-like celebration space.

The ground was laid with plush, neutral-toned carpets, dotted with cozy luxe lounges. Tufted beige sofas and mirrored coffee tables offered elegant spots for guests to relax. On the banquet side, long tables shimmered under soft golden lighting, decorated with white and green floral centerpieces-perfect for slow conversations, deep laughter, and sips of champagne.

At the center of it all, Eshaan stood tall on the stage, dressed in his sherwani, eyes searching the stairs.

And then-she arrived.

Saanvi, draped in deep crimson, began her descent. Her lehenga glistened with every delicate step, catching the glow of lights like a constellation in motion. A translucent red veil covered her head, only hinting at the shy smile that curled at her lips, but her eyes - fierce, teary, sparkling - shone through, unhidden.

Her wrists jingled with bangles, and her delicate anklets chimed gently with each step, echoing like a sacred rhythm through the hushed courtyard.

Above her, moving in perfect, solemn harmony, were Reyansh, Advay, and two of Eshaan's closest friends, all dressed in ivory sherwanis with golden saafas. They carried the rich, red bridal chunari, its embroidery shimmering like rubies under moonlight. It flowed softly in the breeze, casting warm, fluttering shadows on Saanvi's face - a canopy of love and protection.

Flower petals rained gently from above. The shehnai began to play, slow and heartbeat-like. Every footstep she took felt heavy with emotion - and promise.

Through her veil, Saanvi saw him - Eshaan. Her breath caught.

"Sach me bhagwan ne badi fursat se banaya hai inhe..."

And then, in a moment that no one saw coming, Eshaan stepped down from the stage with a soft smile, walked to her - and without a word, gently scooped her up in his arms, bridal style.

Gasps, cheers, and whistles erupted around them. The courtyard filled with joy and playful applause as Saanvi's cheeks turned a bright crimson under her veil.

They reached the middle of the stage, and amid claps and rose petals, they exchanged garlands - a moment slow, sacred, and glowing with meaning.

Then, Saanvi leaned in and whispered with a mischievous glint in her eyes:

"Ab dekhna aapki hekdi nikal dungi Mr Shekhawat..."

"Wo kaise Mrs Shekhawat?" he teased back, raising a brow.

"Arey wo mai pati ki hekdi kaise nikale top 3 hacks dekh kar aayi hu..."

"Arey mai to darr gya..." Eshaan chuckled softly.