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12.Sidharth Sang Shehnaaz!?

Jab tak pure na ho phere saat
Tab tak dulhin nahi dulha ki
Tab tak bahuni nahi bahua ki
Na jab tak pure na ho phere saat

The vivah mandap was surrounded by the young girls , women ,sleeping kids in their mother's lap and few male members of the both sides of the family as the women and girls started singing the folk songs in full swing sitting around the 4 sides of vivah mandapa ,just after the Jai mala after the long photo session majorly with the bride and groom and other family members followed by the wedding feast and now they all were here for the final wedding rituals which started with the Tilak .

Sidharth was sitting and doing the rituals chanting holy mantras in Sanskrit as instructed by the Pandit ji reciting along.He was hopeful like always,much more determined and committed for this marriage and relationship with SHEHNAAZ to work, rather successful. He had a habit of giving his 100% to whatever he did and to accomplish every job/ task he wanted to..but this marriage was not just a job or task for him..which he realised just now in contrast to earlier which he thought and believed before getting into this alliance,it was way more than that...not just a liking,a mere fatal attraction ,not even love...something else..but what, he didn't knew while waiting for his bride eagerly to sit on the left side of his as his consort and to become his wife .

Ever since he saw her as his bride,she just captured his mind,his eyes wanted to not loose even a single glance of her and his soul craved for her so much..he desperately wanted to tie her legally, mentally and soulfully in the wedlock for life...he was going through some new feelings and whirlpool of emotions and couldn't understand what he was feeling actually for the first time in life he was that confused..like he said about jer ..she confuses him always..and it grew longer only with each passing second like that growing chilly winter night and he felt paralysed all of a sudden when he saw her coming again after whole 2 hours away from his sight, from the entrance towards the mandap with the ladies and girls adorned in Yellow Red bordered Banarasi silk Saree with that subtle makeup and full of gold jewelry from tip to toe.

His eyes narrowed and then opened wide, both in turns looking at his beautiful bride who looked no less than a living dream ,a beautiful goddess...a enchantingbeauty!!!...If she was looking beautiful beyond words in that Red saree of Jaimala then she looked much much more beautiful in this new attire for Kanyadan ...

Infact,She felt more beautiful and divine every time she took a step towards him till the time when his eyes locked her eyes very briefly before she bent down
and sat gasping may be coyly or embarrassed as she saw him and cought him ogling at her mesmerized.

She too felt his continuous intense gaze on her when she was actually not looking in her direction...but she could see he was looking at her from corner of his eyes every now and then and could feel the heat suddenly which soared and then fell time to time among them in the cold winter night....it terrified and gave her the chills and it rose high only when both of them kept their cold hands together for the pani grahan sanskar which turned warmed very soon with their touch.

The jingles of her red lehthi and gold bangles, the sound of her payal excited his heart with the dreams if their future and he was surprised whatever he was feeling and going through...these feeling were alien and bizarre to him till now but felt oddly peaceful and soothing now...with the warmth of her hands on his.

Her hand trembled with the cold wind which blew across the wedding pandal & so she shivered and he held her hand tightly below her palms as Pandit ji placed sankh,pan patta ( conch shell and betel leaf) on the top of their hands for Kanyadan .