Arranged Marriage

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"Aaj se aap dono pati patni huye."

Panditji declared, our whole family cheered up and many congratulations jumped in our way. They are as happy as like never before.

Mr Oberoi and I lastly had signed some formal documents. We now don't need to go to marriage registration office or for any certificate. It was all done.

From legal, spritual, cultural level we are both married and now tied in a relationship. Husband and wife.

"Ab aap dono, apne bado se aashirvad prapt karen, tatha naye jeevan ka aaram shubhmangal kamnayein se kare."

Panditji commanded, himself blessing us for a blessed married life. My face tilted to the side, Mr Oberoi, nodded to Panditji, and again back to his own expressions, seriousness.

I'm his wife. Shivaay Singh Oberoi. He is my husband. Husband, husband.

It's still a new fact and it seems my subconscious mind had take upon itself to keep reminding me. It just feel somehow different, somehow special to be standing at his side. The position of a wife, to him, itself gives me chill.

We both, together, walking close as to not let this khot connecting us, slipped down, carefully and not in hurry, barefooted made our way to Dadi.

His dadi.

As she was here the eldest of all, standing, nearby mandap, her eyes awaiting, now those eyes having a certain kind of peace and satisfaction. Even though the events these past few days and the marriage tired her energy out, but her spirit, it was keeping her energized like any other young person here.

Saubhagyavati Bhava

Ayushman Bhava

Sada Khush raho

Phulo phalo nato pao

All our elders whispered these wishes in our ears, happy wishes secretly so no evil eye could attack our way, so no could zinx our happiness. They would make us stood before we even could touch their feet and pulled us in a warm hug, expressed the happiness they are feeling this moment.

It was the moment, after Haider Om Rudra done joking with us, Shiv...Mr Oberoi determined steps halted and his sharp gaze looked all around the mandap, frantically. I looked at him, confused, while wearing my own sandals.

A minute later turns out, his jutiyan has been vanished and now that it clicked to me, ah, it so much explained Mallika, Gauri and my other cousins suspicious acts.

"What's the matter Shivaay?" Bade papa asked, his hand still locked around badi maa's shoulder. "What are you looking for?"

"My footwear badepapa." He replied as he looked up, "I took them off here, but now..."

Badi maa chuckled, some mischievous glint shining in her eyes, telling "and you won't able to find them also."

Questionably Mr Oberoi looked up.

"Juta churai rasam, puttar." Dadi said, with a smile, "your saliyan, has stolen them."

I think, Mr Oberoi hasn't attended much weddings in his life. He was so clueless about this ritual that on hearing stolen, his brows pulled together, for a moment his expression told us, he would have considered detective agency for search.

"Might have" Rudra came forward, with a wide proud grin and a red bag covered with marigold flowers in his hand. He patted that box, "don't worry bhaiya, we all took care of it."