the twinkling lights of the night sky reflecting in her eyes bright with anticipation. Today marked the culmination of her deepest dreams - to be joined as one with the man who had utterly captured her heart.
This moment of joyful reverie was shatt...
Irisha couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming gratitude and disbelief as she stood amidst the Rathore family, their faces alight with genuine happiness. As an orphan from a middle-class background, she had never imagined that she would one day be welcomed into this esteemed and powerful clan, let alone as the chosen bride of their formidable heir, Aatreya.
She observed the genuine warmth in their expressions, the fondness with which they regarded her, and it filled her heart with a humble wonder. These were not the forced smiles of social obligation, but the sincere joy of welcoming a new member into their fold.
MANOHAR PAHAL (IRISHA GRANDFATHER)POV-
Manohar's heart was torn between overwhelming joy and profound concern. On one hand, he was elated that the prestigious Rathore family had chosen his beloved Irisha to be the future daughter-in-law and matriarch of their esteemed clan. It was an honor he had never dared to dream of, a testament to Irisha's own strength, grace, and compassion.
Yet, the worry that gnawed at his heart was palpable. He knew all too well the delicate nature of his granddaughter, her sensitive spirit forged by the trials and tribulations she had endured as an orphan. And now, she was to be united with the formidable Aatreya Singh Rathore, a man whose ruthless reputation and fiery temper were the stuff of legends.
Manohar had heard the whispers of people, the tales of Aatreya's unwavering ambition and his uncompromising methods in both the political and business realms. The thought of his gentle Irisha, a petal amidst the thorns, navigating such a daunting landscape filled him with a deep sense of trepidation.
"What if something were to happen to me?" Manohar wondered i am a old man now , his mind racing with the unthinkable. He knew all too well the fickle nature of the elite circles, and he feared for Irisha's wellbeing should he no longer be there to protect her from the predatory claws of the Rathore clan.
Yet, manohar could not deny the genuine warmth and fondness that had radiated from the Rathores during their meeting. They had welcomed Irisha with open arms, their faces alight with genuine happiness at the prospect of welcoming her into their fold. Perhaps, he dared to hope, Aatreya's fierce nature could be tempered by Irisha's gentle spirit, and the Rathores would truly become the family she deserved.
As manohar contemplated the decision, he knew that he must put his trust in Irisha's own judgment. She had weathered the storms of life with unwavering resilience, and he prayed that she would have the strength to navigate the challenges that lay ahead. Ultimately, it was her decision, and he would support her, no matter the path she chose.
With a heavy heart but a glimmer of hope, manohar resolved to have an honest conversation with his granddaughter, to ensure that she was entering this union with her eyes wide open and her heart ready to face the trials that might come.
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Irisha's heart raced as Ambika, the gleeful younger sister of Aatreya, sat beside her, gushing about the prospect of Irisha becoming her cherished sister-in-law. The very thought of being accepted into this prestigious family had Irisha's cheeks burning with a deep crimson blush, hidden safely behind her curtain of long hair.
Yet, as Irisha's gaze drifted to the corners of the room, the warmth of the moment was tempered by the icy glares of her own aunt, uncle, and elder cousins. Their faces were contorted in an eerie display of false enthusiasm, a facade that did little to conceal the underlying disdain they held for Irisha.
Irisha knew all too well the venomous nature of her own family members, their cruelty towards her an ever-present shadow in her life. The thought of entering the Rathore household, a place where she may finally find the acceptance and belonging she had long craved, filled her with a fragile hope.
When Aatreya's grandfather, the esteemed Ambar Singh, turned to her and asked if she had any objections to the marriage proposal, Irisha felt the weight of every pair of eyes upon her. She despised being the center of attention, her inherent shyness and discomfort with confrontation always threatening to betray her.
But in that moment, Irisha knew she had to speak up, to ensure that this union was not forced upon either her or Aatreya. "I... I just don't want anyone to be forced into this marriage," she said softly, her gaze flickering between the faces of the Rathores. "I want Aatreya ji's mutual consent."
To her surprise, her words were met with an eruption of joyous squeals and the sharing of sweets, a cherished Indian tradition to celebrate good news. Irisha's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and trepidation as Aatreya's mother, her soon-to-be mother-in-law, drew her into a warm embrace and murmured a blessing.
As Irisha savored the moment, a sense of cautious optimism bloomed within her. Perhaps, despite the formidable reputation of her betrothed, she could find a place of acceptance and love in this powerful family. But the shadow of her own past still loomed, and Irisha could only pray that the devil's claws would not tear her apart, even as she had sealed her destiny with this fateful 'yes'.
With a silent appeal to the divine, Irisha steeled herself for the uncertain path that lay ahead, trusting that Lord Shiva ji , the giver of new beginnings, would watch over her and guide her through the trials to come.
So irisha finally said yes😬
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