Siya Singh
Your typical bubbly girl that spreads happiness around. She is the eldest child of the Singhs yet is the most fun loving and cheerful one. She lives in her world of fiction.
Avyansh Singhania
The crown prince. Cold and very unapproachable...
Everyone was left in awe as the two brides descended down the stairs. Though their face was covered with veil, they still managed to create an aura of beauty around them.
Their outfit:-
Siya
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Aryaa
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Manisha silently wiped her tears as she and Aishwarya guided the girls toward their respective grooms.
Aishwarya had already admired the girls, but now a sense of deep respect blossomed within her.
The girls didn’t say a word, still trying to process the reality of their sudden marriages. Besides, Aishwarya had asked them to stay quiet for the time being.
Aishwarya and her family were aware of the bride switch, but she hadn’t told the grooms, fearing how they might react.
Soon, most of the rituals were completed.
"Now apply the vermillion," Pandit Ji instructed.
Veer, disinterested in the wedding and doing it solely due to family pressure, applied the vermillion to Aryaa's forehead without even looking at her. For Aryaa, that was the final straw, both for her and the beaded bracelet her father had given her.
She hadn’t realized how harshly she was twisting the bracelet until Veer applied the vermillion and it snapped.
Meanwhile, Avyansh had been paying full attention to his bride. Being an observer, he noticed how the henna on her hands was less intricate than what a bride’s should be. Her nails were plain and trimmed, not stylishly long. Her hands trembled, and her nails dug into her palms.
He also noticed the heart-shaped mole on her wrist. Every little detail piqued his curiosity, and when he looked into her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes instead of the black ones he expected, his confusion turned to anger.
No, he didn’t love Shrinidhi, but he absolutely despised deceit.
Still, he applied the vermillion, only to feel drops of water falling onto his hand. It didn’t take a genius to know she was crying.
