Eyes don't lie

haldi and mehndi

The anticipation in the air was palpable as I stood before the mirror, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today marked the haldi ceremony, a joyful occasion filled with vibrant colors and celebratory rituals.

 I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach, not just because of the festivities, but also because of the realization that everyone now knew about us, about our relationship.

As if on cue, there was a soft knock on the door, and I turned to face it, my cheeks already warming at the thought of who might be on the other side. To my surprise, there he stood, in a white kurta with folded sleeves that revealed his forearms. 

His presence seemed to fill the room, his gaze moving over me from head to toe. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, making my heart race even faster.

I swallowed the sudden nervousness that threatened to bubble up within me and met his eyes with a mixture of curiosity and bashfulness. His eyes held a depth that was hard to describe, and in that moment, I felt a connection between us that was beyond words. 

It was as if we were in our own world, separate from the hustle and bustle of the preparations outside.

He looked at me as if seeing me for the first time, his gaze lingering on every detail—the way the saree draped around me, the delicate jewelry adorning my neck, the way my hair fell over my shoulder. It was a gaze that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the momentous step we had taken together.

As he continued to hold my gaze, I felt a mixture of emotions swirling within me. There was the nervousness of being the center of attention, the thrill of sharing this special occasion with him, and the overwhelming feeling of being seen and understood. I took a steadying breath, trying to calm the flurry of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

With a gentle smile, he stepped closer, his presence enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was light and tender, a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in this moment.

"Beautiful," he murmured softly, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that made my heart skip a beat. His gaze never left mine, and in that instant, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving just the two of us in this intimate moment.

 he turned to leave, his presence lingering even after he was gone. I looked at myself in the mirror once again, a smile gracing my lips. Today was a day of celebration, of love, and of new beginnings. And as I took a deep breath and stepped out of the room, I knew that I wasn't just walking into the haldi ceremony—I was stepping into a future filled with promise and the sweet fragrance of love.

 The halls were adorned with colorful decorations, and the fragrance of the haldi lingered in the air, a reminder of the joyous moments we had shared.

Saina's demeanor caught my attention, a subtle change in her expression that I couldn't quite place. I approached her, a concerned smile on my face, and asked if everything was alright. She dismissed my worry with a quick shake of her head, but there was a fleeting hint of something beneath the surface.

Ridaanshi, always mischievous, sensed the opportunity and joined in, teasing Saina about her secretiveness. Our banter lightened the mood, and soon enough, Saina was laughing along with us, whatever had been bothering her momentarily forgotten.

As the day transitioned into evening, the mehndi ceremony began, filling the atmosphere with even more excitement. Intricate designs were painted on the hands and feet of the brides, a symbol of love and union. The room was alive with music, dancing, and conversations, each moment etching itself into our memories.

I watched as Ridaanshi's hands were adorned with delicate henna patterns, the rich color contrasting beautifully against her fair skin. Saina and I stood by her side, admiring the intricate artwork and sharing in her happiness. The bond between us was palpable, a reminder of the close-knit family we had become.

As the mehndi ceremony continued, the anticipation for the upcoming wedding festivities grew stronger. It was a time of togetherness, of celebration, and of looking forward to the future. The mehndi ceremony marked not just the artistry on the brides' hands but also the weaving of two families, two lives, into a beautiful tapestry of love and companionship.

As the evening progressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments we were experiencing. From the haldi to the mehndi, each event was a step closer to the wedding day, a day that would mark the beginning of a new chapter for our families.

With a heart full of happiness and excitement, I joined in the festivities, dancing, laughing, and creating memories that would be cherished for a lifetime. As the mehndi adorned my hands as well, I looked down at the intricate patterns, each line and curve a representation of the love and blessings that surrounded us.

The mehndi ceremony came to an end, leaving us all with a sense of anticipation for what the next day would bring—the day we had all been waiting for, the day when our families would come together to celebrate the union of two souls, bound by love and destiny.

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