Binitha and Anirudh reached Srinagar to attend Salim and Masroor's Nikah. It was 4-degree temperature, so cold. People attending the wedding looked cheerful. Bondita was looking gorgeous in beautiful heavy mirror embroidered salwar kameez, a net stoned dupatta covering her head decently not concealing side maang-tikka(Passa) on her forehead, matching dangling earrings taking Anirudh's breath away.
He was decently clad in English suit, a pitch-black vest coat embellished with a brooch over pearly, white silk shirt tucked neatly in his pitch black trousers matching his vest and formal shoes.
He wore the spectacles to hide his pooling emotions while Bondita wore that beaming smile to not let Anirudh gauze that she doesn't want to meet that person whom he has selected for her.
The boy and she will be meeting after Nikah rasm of Masroor and Salim.
The Nikah rasm started, Anirudh sat beside Salim with other male members and Binitha was accompanying Bride other side of the opaque curtain partition. Both were attending the wedding but the kalmas Moulvi Ji was uttering their ears couldn't hear.
Each minute their eyes roaming on white partition searching each other's silhouette.
Anirudh and Binitha too chanted inaudibly 'Qubool hain', the chaste acceptance of each other to be a couple for lifetime.
After feast Anirudh approached Bondita to join him smiling, "Binitha come! Toshan is waiting for you.", His heart panged in muscular spasm asking this but he believed no other man than Toshan could take care of tender her lifetime.
She nodded and followed him to the secluded place, a pond nearby in a small garden was around Toshan, a tall handsome young man was waiting there on small bridge like structure.
The distance till the bridge for both of them was hardest to walk on. He was taking baby steps with heaviest heart and Bindita followed his footsteps not blinking even once thinking he may vanish in thin air if she nictates her eyelashes. Her heart ached to hug him and say out aloud that she won't be able to live her life if he leaves her again.
Aaye the iss tarah se tum
Jaise koi ho khwab naya
Bas yaadein reh gayi dekho
Hum mein tum-me jo tha naa raha
But couldn't say it aloud, just silent tears rolled down their eyes.
Anirudh's left hand's thumb and fore finger gestured her to smile broadly, he too was trying hard not to break down in front of her. Their facial features quivering.
Haan puchta hu mein khud se
Door kyun raha tujhse
Jaate jaate sunle tu zara
She smiled and he turned 180 signaling her, he will be waiting nearby. Now, his tears were flowing freely wetting his shawl he was covered in to get some protection from chilly weather.
Labon pe naam hai tera
Haan dil mein yaad hai teri
Tu mera na hua to kya
Tu phir bhi jaan hai meri
There Toshan welcomed her with hearty smile. They were discussing some random things after introducing themselves. Almost half an hour had been passed. Anirudh could not bear it anymore and turned to see if she was comfortable when an icy capful of wind brushed everyone's sensitive epidermis.
Toshan immediately adjusted her shawl gently brushing her shuddering body, her eyes were closed. Tenderly touching her cheek with knuckle of forefinger he tucked a curled tuft of hair lingering over her eglantine cheeks.
Labon pe naam hai tera
Haan dil mein yaad hai teri
Tu mera na hua to kya
Tu phir bhi jaan hai meri
Anirudh closed his eyes immediately not being able to see someone else touching her. "Binitha, I can't see anyone else touching you, but I don't have any option. May Ma dugga bless you both."
He murmured and left the place to give them both needed privacies before they start a new life together.
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