Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 29

3rd Person

Hand in hand, they walked towards the langar hall, the scent of mouth-watering dishes wafting through the air. The wedding attendees were already seated, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the scrumptious langar. Aman took his seats, his hearts brimming with happiness and excitement for the upcoming Anand Karaj ceremony. As they relished the flavors of the food, Aman couldn't help but feel thankful for the unwavering love and support of his family.

Aman's heart was filled with happiness as he watched the guests climb the grand staircase towards the Diwan Hall. He knew that his beloved was waiting for him, and soon she would become his wife. With each step he took, his heart beat faster and a wide grin spread across his face. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but he knew that as soon as he saw her, all of his worries would disappear. He was about to embark on the greatest adventure of his life, and he couldn't wait to share it with the woman he loved more than anything in the world.

Aman entered with his brothers at his sides and a golden rumala in his hands. His kirpan was above the rumala.

Prabh entered with a red rumala in her hands and mother and grandparents at her sides.

As they began their wedding ceremony, the couple knew that they were embarking on a journey of love and commitment. The first of their four lavan was a beautiful reminder of the blessings that they had received from the divine. They closed their eyes and recited the words, feeling the warmth of each other's presence.

"Har pahl di lav par virti karam dridaya Bal Ram jio"

After the first round, they sat back down. They knew that they were surrounded by their loved ones, who were there to witness their union.

As they began the second lavan, they felt a deep connection to each other and to the universe. They knew that they were meant to be together, and that nothing could ever come between them no matter how much Prabh may hate him.

"Har dooj di lav Satgur purukh milaya Bal Ram jio...."

"Har teej di lav man chao bhiya bairagiya Bal Ram jio..."

As they finished the third round, they felt a sense of surrender. They knew that they were giving themselves completely to each other, and that they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And finally, as they began the fourth and final lavan, they felt a sense of completion. They knew that they had found their soulmate, and that they would spend the rest of their lives together, in love and harmony.

"Har chouth di lav man Sahaj bhiya Harpaiya Bal Ram jio...."

Waheguru ji, give me the strength to be the best husband i can be,

As the sacred ceremony of anand karaj came to a close, the newlywed couple gracefully walked hand in hand towards the langar hall, their hearts overflowing with love and gratitude. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of freshly bloomed roses, their delicate petals gently caressed by a soft breeze. The sound of joyous laughter echoed through the air, a symphony of happiness that seemed to dance along with the couple's every step.

Hand in hand, they walked towards the langar hall, the scent of warm food filling the air. The guests were already seated on the floor, waiting for the delicious meal to be served. The sound of happy chatter echoed through the hall as family members and friends talked and laughed, celebrating the union of Aman and Prabh.

Aman sat down with his brothers, his heart brimming with happiness. His life had changed forever, and he was eager to start this new journey. He glanced at Prabh, hoping to see some happiness on her face. But her expression remained cold, her eyes blank as she mechanically picked at her food.