Finally It was the day. That date When he will tie her with him FOREVER ♾️.
This forever didn't meant till death It meant even after death, meant till eternity, meant for all 7 Lifes.
Headlines of every news channel every radio every newspaper every reel and live on social media was one
THE SURYAVANSHI WEDDING
In the resplendent realm of Rajasthan, where the very essence of royalty is woven into the tapestry of its landscapes, the Suryavanshi's dominion stood proud and unchallenged. The entire state, adorned in the finest of luxuries, bore witness to the grandeur of their name. Today, the world's eyes were fixed upon the union of two souls, as Abhishek Suryavanshi, the man whose wealth knew no bounds, whose business acumen was unrivaled, whose might as a mafia king was feared, prepared to embrace his destiny with Aditi Maheshwari, the woman who ignited his heart with a fervent love.
The air was thick with anticipation, as nearly fifteen hundred sentinels stood guard outside the hotel, a fortress of exclusivity owned by the Suryavanshi andCoo . Within its walls, the elite of fashion's hierarchy, a cadre of the world's most sought-after makeup artists, and a host of attendants were gathered in the hall where Aditi was to be arrayed in splendor. Above, the sky was patrolled by vigilant choppers, circling protectively, a testament to the lengths to which the Suryavanshi's would go to safeguard their precious jewel.
There, amidst the opulence, sat Aditi, her elegance unmatched, yet feeling a touch out of place amid the flurry of preparations. The faces of the makeup artists, once distant idols, now bent close, their hands working to accentuate her natural grace. But in this moment, where every detail screamed of wealth and power, Aditi sought a haven of tranquility. With a polite excuse, she reached for her phone, her fingers dialing the number that connected her to Abhishek-the man who was not just the richest, not just a leader, not just a feared figure, but also an insanely devoted lover, eager to claim her hand before the world.
Insane lover of "ADITI MAHESHWARI".
Everything felt too much to her she excused herself and pick her phone dialing number of her soon to be husband.
Aditi- Abhi aap ye Jo Kar Rahe Hai na Hadd se Zadar ho raha hai. Har chiz ki ek limit hoti hai . Hume accha nahi lagraha itna Sara attention aur wo dar Jo unlogo ki aakho Mai dikh raha hai.
(Abhi what you are doing right now is very extreme everythinghas a limit, I don't like all this attention and the fear that is visible in their eyes.)
Abhi- Aree meri Jaan aap aaj ke din toh Hume na dato. Aur baat Rahi limit aur Hadd ki toh Har chiz ki nahi hoti hai jaise humare pass 2 chizo ki nahi hai pehla aapke liye mere pagal pan aur dusra Paisa toh aap bas aaj ka din Har Hadd aur limit ko bhul Kar enjoy Karo.
He said smirking.
(My life , don't scold me aleast today. And about the limit and boundaries, limit is not for everything, just like I have two things withoutany limit, first is my crazyness for you and second is money, so you just enjoy today, forgetting all the limits)
Aditi- Showoff huh ( she said huffing)
Abhi- WHAT me showing off infront of my queen the goddess herself not possible at all madam (he said dramatically making aditi chuckle)
Soon Wedding Ceremony started only Abhishek was sitting on "Mandap" waiting for his queen to arrive begging his heart not to stop beating after seeing her.
(Choose The one you like 👆)
In the grand hall of the palace, a hush fell over the assembled courtiers as the doors swung open. SHE, resplendent in silks and jewels, stepped into the room, her presence commanding attention. The air seemed to shimmer around her, and even from behind, HE sensed her ethereal beauty.
HE, Abhishek, the stoic King, had never felt such a tumult of emotions. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of the drums that echoed through the marble corridors. The anticipation was electric, and he knew that destiny had woven their paths together.
Her entry was not just grand; it was a proclamation. The whispers spread like wildfire: "The real queen has arrived." Not only would she rule Rajasthan, but her influence would stretch far beyond these ancient walls. The world itself would bow to her grace and strength as she is now going to own the King of the world himself.
Abhishek turned, his gaze drawn inexorably toward her. Her figure glided toward him, each step deliberate, as if time itself had slowed. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them-their hearts in sync, beating a shared rhythm.
She stood before him, her eyes locked onto his. Words flowed unspoken between them, a silent conversation of longing and promise. And then, with a grace befitting royalty, he extended his hand-a silent vow that transcended mere mortal words. He promised to hold her, protect her, until their last breaths intertwined.
And so, in that sacred space, surrounded by the whispers of courtiers and the weight of centuries, the marriage ceremony began. Their union would forge alliances, shape destinies, and rewrite the annals of history. But for now, in this suspended moment, it was simply the joining of two souls-a king and his queen-bound by love and fate.
The Seven Vows, each a gem in our crown of eternity:
1. The Promise of Nourishment: As we tread the first step, my beloved, I vow to nourish your spirit like the monsoon rain that quenches the earth. Just as the sun feeds the lotus, I shall provide sustenance, warmth, and joy to our union. Our love shall bloom like the sacred Pushpavrishti, showering blessings upon our shared path.
2. The Pillar of Protection: With the second stride, I declare that your safety shall be my fortress. Like the ancient citadels that guarded kingdoms, I promise to shield you from life's storms. In your dreams, I shall find my purpose; in your tears, my resolve. Together, we shall build a legacy of resilience, where our love stands unyielding against the tempests of time.
3. The Abundant Harvest: As we move into the third vow, I pledge to till the soil of our shared destiny. Our wealth shall not be measured in gold or silver, but in the richness of our experiences. I shall toil for our prosperity, and you, my empress, shall be the guardian of our abundance. Our love shall yield fruits of contentment, and our home shall overflow with blessings.
4. The Dance of Unity: With grace, we ascend the fourth stair. I promise to waltz with you through life's seasons. Our steps shall synchronize, our hearts beating in harmony. In joy and sorrow, in sunlight and moonlight, we shall twirl across the cosmic ballroom. Our love shall be a symphony, and our souls, the dancers entwined in eternal rhythm.
5. The Crown of Wisdom: With reverence, we take the fifth vow-the threshold of enlightenment. Here, I vow to seek knowledge, to evolve, and to cherish. Our love shall transcend lifetimes, and our souls shall wander the cosmic tapestry. In this sacred circle, we shall find wisdom, and our hearts shall echo the ancient hymns of love.
6.The Eternal Flame: As we tread the sixth step, I promise to kindle the fire of passion within our union. Just as Agni dances upon the sacred hearth, our love shall blaze-a beacon for lost souls, a warmth for weary hearts. Our passion shall be the eternal flame that lights our way through the labyrinth of existence.
7. The Infinite Bond: Finally, my beloved, we arrive at the seventh vow-the gateway to infinity. Here, I pledge that our love shall endure beyond time's grasp. Our souls shall be entwined like the sacred Ashvattha tree, its roots reaching into the past, its branches stretching toward the stars. In this union, we shall etch our names upon the fabric of eternity.
And so, under the celestial witness of Agni, surrounded by the blessings of gods and ancestors, we seal these vows. May our love be as enduring as the mountains, as tender as the moonlight, and as infinite as the universe itself.
( I am not sure if vows are correct forgive me for any error)
Seven Pheres, each step a promise etched in the fabric of existence. Hand in hand, they circled the sacred flame, their souls entwined like ancient vines, binding them across lifetimes. With each circumambulation, they whispered vows known only to the stars, promises that transcended mere mortal words.
And then, as the seventh Phera unfolded, Abhishek, regal in his attire, adorned her with the nuptial chain, a golden thread that would forever bind their fates. Its weight, both tangible and ethereal, rested upon her delicate neck-a symbol of protection, of unwavering commitment.
But it was the vermillion, that crimson elixir of love, which held the essence of their union. Abhishek, with reverence, traced the vermilion across her forehead, a brushstroke of eternity. Some of it strayed, playfully, onto the bridge of her nose-a testament to the spontaneity of love, the imperfections that made their bond exquisite.
As the sacred vermilion clung to her skin, Abhishek's mother, a regal presence in silk and wisdom, stepped forward. Her voice, a gentle command, halted Abhishek's intent to wipe away the rouge. "Don't, beta," she said, her eyes holding secrets. "It's a good sign-a blessing from the cosmos."
Everything was perfect, like a dream woven from stardust and whispered promises. The night sky erupted in a symphony of fireworks, celebrating the union of Abhishek and Aditi. She, now Mrs. Abhishek Aditi Suryavanshi, clung to him, her bridal gown billowing around them. The weight of the moment pressed upon their hearts-a blend of joy, anticipation, and the bittersweet knowledge that this fleeting perfection would soon fade.
Aditi spun Abhishek around, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotions. Hugged him tightly, she poured a lifetime's worth of love, questions, and silent vows. His confusion melted into a tender smile, and he sought answers in her tear-filled gaze.
But then, something shifted. Aditi's laughter, once full of life, turned brittle. Blood stained her lips, and the world tilted on its axis. Abhi's arms tightened around her, desperate to hold her together, to keep her from slipping away.
"Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mujhe aapki patni bane ka sukh sirf kuch palo tak hi milega, Pati dev," she whispered, her voice fragile as a petal caught in a storm. "I love you, Mr. Suryavanshi."
Her confession hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting their souls. Aditi's eyes held no regret no regretof saving him ; instead, they sparkled with a fierce determination. She had protected him, even if it meant sacrificing her own existence.
Is this the end of their story well
ABSO-FUCKING-LUTLY NOT
It's just the beginning of real darkness coming chapters are going to make you crazy vote on Comments whether Aditi will survive or............