ℛ𝒶𝓃𝒾 𝒮𝒶: 𝒯𝒽ℯ ℛ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

Chapter 4

Chapter- 4

Disha was sitting in her room dressed beautifully as a royal bride. Anyone who looks at her will get hypnotized by her beauty.

Clad in a red bridal lehenga which had golden lace on its border and other kinds of designs all over it gave her a royal look along with royal jewelleries.

Lifting her gaze, she looked up at herself not being able to recognize her.

"Isha..."

Vrinda came inside to take her daughter to the altar.

When Disha turned to look at her mother Vrinda stopped in her tracks looking at her daughter.

With tears filled eyes, she moved to where Disha was standing and without saying anything put a dot of kohl behind her ear to protect her from evil eye.

"Maa, why are you crying?" Disha questioned looking at her mother whose tears didn't stopped flowing.

"Why shouldn't I? My daughter is looking so beautiful just like a princess."

"Queen. My daughter is looking like a queen." Naveen said coming inside the room.

He kissed his daughter's forehead while embracing her in a warm hug.

"Come, we should go now." Vrinda said after a while.

Naveen holded Disha's hand to take her to the mandap but Disha holded her father's hand stopped him.

Naveen turned to look at her, whose face was calm but just by observing her, he knew that she is worried.

"Isha, why are you worried? " he asked putting his arm around her in a protective way.

"What if I fail you?" she voiced out her doubt in a slow voice.

Naveen glanced at his wife who was looking at him as well. This was the first time for all they have known that their daughter feared failure.

"This is not a game Isha that you will fail," Vrinda said coming close to her,"...besides this is marriage, Isha. There's no winning and failing, you just have to fulfill this relation."

"And we know you could do it."

Naveen said with a smile and kissed her forehead.

Disha nodded her head in understanding and followed her parents as they took her towards the altar.

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The palace was decorated beautifully with all kinds of flowers and different types of lights sparkling everywhere.

The mandap stood beautifully in the center with red roses adorning it.

The priest sat there chanting mantras while the groom performed all the rituals as directed by priest.

He was wearing a golden sherwani with a scarf wrapped from his one shoulder till his other hand. He wore a turban as well on his head in royal rajasthani style.

The body language of his was clearly highlighting his royalty and stoic behavior.

He was the most handsome groom except the fact that there was no expression on his face.