Chapter 23
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Jeonghan fidgeted restlessly, his fingers twining in a display of nerves as he fixed his unwavering gaze upon the aisle. His sweetheart was about to make her grand entrance, and with it came the knowledge that they would finally belong to each other. The promise of love filled him with an undeniable sense of anticipation; the thought alone churned a whirlwind within him, an emotional menagerie residing in the pit of his stomach.
He vowed silently before himself to always treat her with respect, and cherish every moment spent together until death do them part. She had brought brightness and happiness into his once-uninspired life; its flavorless palette now infused with vibrancy thanks to her presence. In her realm Jeonghan lay willingly at her feet—such was this power she wielded over him--wielding more authority over him than any monarch or master ever held over their subject or slave since time immemorial.
His Sweetheart.
With eyes transfixed upon her, his heart leapt within him at the mere sight of her. She was, undoubtedly, the most exquisite woman to have ever graced his presence. Radiant as a summer's day, she appeared even more stunning than he had dared to dream. Linked with her father's arm and keeping her gaze softly fixed upon the floor in coy modesty, her grace and beauty were heightened all the more by her brothers' evident pride holding aloft a bed of fragrant flowers. Such joy danced in their eyes at seeing their cherished sister adorned with such splendor.
His heartbeat was increasing with the steps that she was taking towards him, gracefully. the distance decreased but his heart was bursting, his mind shut down at the beauty of the woman, he was going to call his wife.
As the radiant sun began to set, Mr. Kim stood solemnly before his beloved daughter and her doting spouse, their hands united in a timeless bond of matrimony. His somber yet penetrating gaze fixated on Jeonghan's visage, as he delicately placed his cherished child's hand atop that of her husband's.
Aged eyes of ash grey hue seemed to pierce through the groom with unyielding determination, as if conveying an unspeakable message. "I am entrusting you with my treasured gem," he intoned gravely. "You must ensure that my little princess is treated with utmost care and respect - do you understand me, dear Jeonghan?"
He offered a tender smile towards his daughter, who had never given him a moment's displeasure throughout her life journey thus far. Her heart may have contained a trace of stubbornness at times; however, just a gentle nudge would unravel an endearing commitment that could last for eternity.
"Take good care of her", he concluded softly. With each passing moment during this poignant ceremony, love and devotion intermingled seamlessly within every fiber of their beings - cementing forevermore generous ties between father-in-law and son-in-law alike.
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The celebratory scene was one of joyous upheaval, as the assembled throng erupted in thunderous applause and showered the just-wedded pair with blossoms. Rose, her countenance radiant and resplendent, appeared to glow from within while bedecked with magnificent finery. A striking black-and-gold beaded necklace lavished in a glistening diamond radiated triumphantly at her neckline, a symbol of her newfound status as a married woman.
The irreplaceable adornment known as the Mangal sutra holds deep-rooted significance in Hindu culture. Its essence lies in the unbreakable bond it symbolizes between two lovers who have taken an oath to remain by each other's side until eternity parts them. Indeed, this necklace stands as a physical emblem of matrimony and is intended for the bride to don throughout her life, signifying not just a token of affection but also one of steadfast dedication that both husband and wife hold dear within their hearts.
The resplendent red hue adorning her brow was, without doubt, the divine Sindoor- a most profound emblem of marital commitment and devotion to one's beloved spouse. Undeniably regarded as an indispensable element of Hindu matrimony, this cosmetic powder finds a sacred resting place on the forehead of a wedded woman with unparalleled pride and reverence. Its significance in cementing the bond between husband and wife is indescribable, evocative of pure love that transcends all earthly boundaries.
Upon the arrival of their union, congratulations poured in for the young couple as they received a deluge of blessings and gifts - prompting merriment amongst the people present who indulged themselves in dancing, feasting and mingling about. The starry moonlight cast a glittering aura upon the robust pair who stood sparkling with radiance. Amidst this jubilant atmosphere, Jeonghan surreptitiously took a chance to steal a glance at his beloved whom he now addresses as his wife.
His Mrs. Yoon.
Shrouded in a veil of anxiety, she found herself seated upon an ornate chair, amidst a throng of jovial individuals who had come forth to offer their congratulatory wishes. Her mind was beset by worries and trepidation for what the future held - soon it would be time for the Vidai. This ceremony, meant to mark the bride's departure from her parental home towards her new marital abode, was one that filled every bride with dread.
As if sensing her inner turmoil, Mrs. Kim approached Rose, bathed in warmth and kindness. The older woman settled beside her daughter before pulling her close, pressing affectionate kisses on each cheek whilst planting a gentle arm around Rose's frame. "My sweet child," she murmured softly. "The hour is nigh for the final rites to commence... but worry not my love; all our gifts have been meticulously assembled and restfully sit within our vehicle outside these walls."
As those very same trembling hands caressed soft tresses of hair upon Rose's crown like gestures given with utmost tenderness did naught more but elicit an outpouring of emotion from the young lady's heart which now could no longer be contained- as tears freely streamed down soft features accompanied by muffled sobs that were barely kept under wraps- until finally came excitedly breathing out two small words: "Mumma".
In a moment of profound emotion, Mrs. Kim remained composed despite the weight of tears that streamed down her face as she cradled her daughter in her arms. For Rose, who had grown up under strict parental supervision and was hardly allowed any freedom, it was an overwhelming ordeal to leave the safety and comfort of home for the first time. Yet amidst this anxiety and uncertainty, there persisted an implicit faith in the promise that awaited her with her beloved husband.
At Mr. Kim's side stood a figure quiet and collected, determined not to betray his own feelings lest it stir sadness in his dear daughter. And so with tempered emotions he drew closer to her until their two bodies met each other in tender embrace, providing one another invaluable strength and support during these tumultuous times.
Beyond their door lay a waiting horde: The Choi family--eager to welcome their new kin into their South Korean fold--awaited expectantly on the other side as both families prepared for yet another union between them; Yoon Jeonghan eagerly awaiting his future wife by proxy through their parents' affections.
As they stepped forth towards this dazzling fate unknown ahead of them all four came together but then peeled away again one-by-one–for Rose alone embarked upon this journey while behind watched those whose love would keep strong from afar...
Amidst the turmoil of Rose's family, Jin and Mr. Kim remained an oasis of calm amidst a sea of tears. Taehyung, however, clutched his sister tightly in a protective embrace, showering her with gentle kisses and securing her safely within the waiting car next to her husband.
The Choi Family was soon embarking on a journey to Mumbai before making their way back home to South Korea. Their focus was solely on Rose and ensuring she felt at ease as they introduced her into the illustrious family fold - as wife to the second-eldest son and therefore eldest daughter-in-law.
With Jeonghan by Rose's side in one car, several others trailed behind an route to the airport for their private flight. No detail had been overlooked; Jeonghan had even gone so far as to provide his beloved wife with comfortable clothing for their upcoming journey - evidence that no expense or care would be spared when it came to safeguarding this prestigious clan.
Rose's delicate frame shook as she succumbed to a fit of bitter tears, suffused with the heavy weight of emotional pain. The profound exhaustion that hung over her like a cloak only exacerbated this agony, rendering every breath an arduous task.
Jeonghan was at a loss for what to do - how could he ease Rose's burden? Determined not to simply stand by while his beloved suffered, he cradled Rose in his arms and tenderly pressed his lips against her forehead. With deft strokes of his hand through her hair, Jeonghan hoped to balm the searing wounds wrought within Rose's soul.
As if responding directly to these gentle ministrations, Rose slowly sank into a deep slumber. A barely perceptible snore emanated from between her rosy lips as Jeonghan looked on fondly; despite everything, there was still beauty and peace in their fragile world.
Jeonghan entwined himself ever more closely around Rose as they slept peacefully together. Knowing the distance from the palace to the airport loomed large before them - two or even three hours' worth of travel - all they could do for now was hold each other close and take solace in one another's silent presence.
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MY FAV COUPLE GOT MARRIED🤧
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