Siddharth's POV
As I adorned the intricately embroidered sherwani, my heart swelled with anticipation and joy. With each intricate button fastened and every fold of fabric adjusted, I felt a sense of readiness wash over me, eager to embark on this new chapter of my life alongside Natasha.
"I know you're floating on cloud nine right now," Aditya, one of my closest friends, remarked with a knowing smile as he assisted me with the final touches.
"Of course, I am," I replied, unable to contain the happiness bubbling within me. Every detail of this day felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake from. From the vibrant colors adorning the venue to the palpable excitement buzzing in the air, it was a day I would cherish forever.
As my friends bustled around me, ensuring every aspect of my appearance was perfect, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led me to this moment. Through the highs and lows, the twists and turns of life, I had found my way to Natasha, the love of my life, and today, I would vow to spend eternity by her side.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the wedding preparations, the moment had finally arrived. My heart raced with anticipation as I stepped outside to find my noble steed, adorned in regal attire, waiting patiently for me. With each step closer to the magnificent creature, the gravity of the occasion sank in deeper.
As I approached, my friends and family gathered around, their excitement palpable in the air. With their support, I mounted the horse, feeling a surge of pride and exhilaration course through my veins. From this elevated vantage point, I surveyed the scene before me, taking in the vibrant colors, the joyous laughter, and the eager faces of the baratis ready to accompany me on this auspicious journey.
With a steady hand on the reins and a heart full of anticipation, I led the procession forward, each hoofbeat a rhythmic cadence echoing the beat of my own heart. Together, we set off towards the venue, a caravan of celebration and camaraderie, bound by the promise of love and unity.
As we traversed the streets, the cheers of onlookers mingled with the melodies of traditional wedding songs, creating a symphony of joy and festivity that enveloped us all. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, building towards the climactic moment when I would finally stand beside Natasha and pledge my love to her for eternity.
As I dismounted from the horse, the warm embrace of Natasha's family enveloped me, their smiles a reflection of the love and acceptance they held for me. In the midst of their welcoming gestures, Natasha's cousins stepped forward, their hands adorned with vibrant hues of vermillion and rice grains, a traditional symbol of blessings and auspiciousness.
As I stood before them, ready to partake in the age-old ritual, a mischievous glint sparkled in their eyes. Just as Nisha extended her hand to apply the ceremonial tika, my friends and chacha, always quick to seize an opportunity for mirth, hoisted me into the air, much to the delight of the gathered crowd.
Nisha, ever the voice of reason amidst the laughter, appealed for my safe return to solid ground, her words a playful blend of affection and exasperation. "Aree aap log kya kr rhe h?niche utariye inhe. Muje tika lagana h,"
"What are you all doing?Get him down,I need to apply tika"
"Tumhe tika lagana h ki uski nak kichni h?,". My chacha replies teasingly
"You want to apply tika or want to pull on his nose?"
Yet, even in the midst of their jovial banter, the underlying sense of unity and familial bonds remained palpable, a testament to the shared joy that permeated this sacred occasion.
As the wedding rituals progressed, I found myself seated in the mandap, awaiting Natasha's arrival. I leaned towards my father and quietly asked,
"Dad, when will Natasha come?"
He leaned down and replied, "Stay calm, she'll be here soon. Let the wedding begin." Beside him, my mom chuckled softly.
As the priest commenced the rituals, the anticipation in the air heightened. My eyes lit up as the priest instructed us to call the bride. Suddenly, Natasha entered the scene, her father by her side, holding her hand as she made her graceful entrance
Natasha looked absolutely resplendent in her lehenga, like a vision from a dream. The intricate embroidery and delicate embellishments adorned her figure, enhancing her natural beauty.
The lehenga, in vibrant hues, complemented her radiant complexion perfectly, casting a captivating aura around her.
The fabric flowed gracefully around her, exuding an air of elegance and grace with every step she took. Her hair, styled in intricate braids and adorned with delicate flowers, framed her face like a crown, adding to her regal appearance.
As she moved, the shimmering fabric caught the light, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to illuminate the entire room. In that moment, she truly embodied the epitome of beauty and grace, captivating everyone's hearts with her mesmerizing presence.
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Natasha's POV
As I made my way towards the mandap, my heart raced with nervousness. Anxious thoughts swirled in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension. Part of me wished for something to happen, for some miraculous event to halt the proceedings and cancel the marriage. Yet, deep down, I knew that if such a thing occurred, my father would be disappointed and likely blame me for any mishap. The weight of responsibility hung heavy on my shoulders as I continued walking with my father by my side.
With a smile, my father handed me over to Siddharth, who was beaming with happiness. Despite my inner turmoil, I knew I had to reciprocate the gesture and force a smile. It wasn't in my nature to appear rude, thanks to the teachings of my mother. She had always emphasized the importance of kindness and sweetness, even in the face of adversity. So, I plastered on a smile, albeit somewhat forced, determined to maintain a semblance of politeness and grace during the ceremony.
Then I sit beside him near the sacred fire. The priest begins the vows and it was time for varmala. We both stand up as the varmala were handed to us. Then the priest speaks.
The priest told us to exchange the varmalas, and we stood up as the varmalas were handed to us. To my surprise, Siddharth knelt in front of me and everyone, lowering his head, which caught me off guard.
"Ye aap kya kr rhe h?,"ย I asked in shock. He looked at me with a smile.
"What are you doing?,"
"Aapko pehle varmala nahi dalna?,"ย he asked.
"Don't you want to put the varmala first?"
I remained silent, gripping the varmala tightly, nervous about the situation.
"Muhurat nikla Jaa rha h,"ย the priest reminded us, urging us to proceed with the ceremony.
"The time is running out,"
So, without wasting time, I put the varmala around his neck, and then he stood up, doing the same to me.
Although I was still confused about why he was treating me differently, I had never been respected like this before.
Turning back to him, he smiled at me. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hesitantly put the varmala around his neck. He stood up, still smiling at me, his body towering over mine.
In return, he also put the varmala around my neck, and the fireworks began. Everyone cheered as we sat back down for the other rituals.
Slowly, the other rituals began. He applied vermilion to my forehead and tied the mangalsutra around my neck. I remained silent, staring at the sacred fire, lost in thoughts.
We took saat pheras, circling the sacred fire seven times as the priest chanted sacred verses. With each step, a vow was exchanged, binding us together in marriage. As we completed the seventh phera, the priest declared us lawfully wedded husband and wife.
As we exited the mandap, I was embraced by an old lady. I returned the hug, but I couldn't see her face until she pulled away. It was Siddharth's grandmother, smiling warmly at me.
"Finally, now I have a lovely granddaughter," she said with a smile.
We proceeded to have dinner, and I found myself being greeted by unfamiliar faces. It felt strange, but I assumed they were likely relatives from Siddharth's side of the family.
While enjoying dinner with both my new and old family members, I couldn't shake the feeling of someone's gaze on me. When I turned to my side, I caught Siddharth staring at me with a gentle smile, his elbow propped on the chair and his head resting on his palm.
"Kya hua?"ย I asked, feeling puzzled by his intense gaze.
"What happened?"
"Kuch nahi"ย he replied, his smile growing more charming.
"Nothing"
"Muje kyu ghur rhe ho?" I inquired, feeling a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Me ghur thori rha hu,me to nihar rha hu," he said, his smile unwavering.
"I'm not staring; I'm admiring you,"
A fake cough interrupted us, and I glanced in its direction to find Siddharth's cousins grinning mischievously, clearly teasing us. Blushing, I looked away, feeling the warmth rising to my cheeks.
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