𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 97.

From Zaigham's pov.

Alia did make the most beautiful bride he had ever seen. As he walked her down on the rose petals a specially laid out for her he could not help but stare at her beautiful smile as she stared at Armaan.

He was on her left side and on the right was her brother Advik who had a beaming smile over his face excited to be the part of her sister's wedding after having a near-death experience.

Every bed of her bridal self suited her. From the maangtikka over her forehead to the heavy jewellery that she wore on her neck, the heavy chura that started from her wrists and went up to her elbows, everything seemed to be perfect for especially the lehenga.

Her mehandi had turned out to be dark in colour went with the maroon lehenga that she had chosen. The engagement ring glittered on her ring finger especially with how big the diamond was.

A beautiful bride. That was the title Alia would receive for today.

They had directly arrived to the mandak where Arman had been sitting throughout the mantras. Even his eyes sparkled at the sight of the beautiful bride that had a small smile over her face with the shy averting of her eyes every now and then she would find Armaan glancing at her.

He chuckled when Aliya the pandit repeat the task to ice. She could not understand what was going on and Armaan had to whisper time in again what they were supposed to do.

"How long is going to be go on for?" Shaan whispered in his ear and Ziagham bent down slightly.

"Be attentive," Ziagham whispered in his ear. "This is your sister's wedding. You have to give it time." Also the inside fact that he was mostly when he had no idea, except for the general idea, to how the weddings worked. For example, he had no idea how much time the phere going to take.

It was not quick ceremony. They were many hymns sung by the priest frankly he understood none of it. Soon, it was the time for the phere and like a dutiful brother Shaan pay attention to every detail and responsibility given to her while Alia took the phere with her husband.

When it came for the sindoor, Armaan pick up the coin that contains the red powder before picking up the maang tikka over her forehead and feeling her hair line.

Alia's smile dimmed for small and Ziagham knew why. He remembered how once she had told him that she would love to have Sindoor fall over her nose while her hairline was being filled with it. It indicated something auspicious, something of a life filled with husband's love and even if it was a myth she wanted it to happen with her.

Then came the mangalsutra. Final part of the wedding after which they were going to do a beautiful ceremony for the jaymala. Armaan leaned over to the side and tied the lock of the necklace behind her neck.

Zaigham chuckled at the length of the mangalsutra. Arman was a fucker for that. He had deliberately chosen mangalsutra that would not fit within the shared and would always be visible indicating that Alia was taken and married.

That fucker.

He have been interested in Alia's friend Shivani first. But it had taken a little time for him to realise that she was not who he wanted to be with. Shivani seemed to be a little fragile for him. He wanted someone of more substance, more stronger in nature. Someone who can give a comeback when it needed to come and shut the mouth of others.

More like Alia who was now sitting does a married woman to his best friend.

He was never going to take her away but it would not stop him from being the best friend that he was able to be to her. He was going to be Armaan's best friend as well But he was also going to be a shoulder for Alia to keep her head on whenever she needed to have one.

There was a small extended flooring inside the interior of the building. The small extended throwing was then surrounded by water which had flower petals and lit diyas on it.

It was then when the fireworks begin along with the drumming that the jaymala happened.

On the side of water, the fireworks went off as Alia first exchanged the garland with Armaan. She had a cute smile on her face which brought a smile to everyone's face as she giggled when Arman did the same.

The boat underground to the audience that clapped and hooted for them making Alia laugh at them.

It was a good ceremony. He could say so.