Marriage In The Pink City

Chapter 4

Namaste
Chapter 4

Tanushree stood in front of the mirror, the soft glow of daylight casting a warm ambiance in the room. She was dressed in a vibrant yellow long skirt that swayed gracefully with her movements, paired with a modest pink blouse. With care, she settled the dupatta from her waist to her shoulder, ensuring every fold was just right.

In the reflection, she placed a small crystal bindi on her forehead, adding a subtle touch of elegance. Her face remained bare of any makeup, embracing her natural beauty. The mirror reflected her genuine smile, a testament to the excitement and nerves bubbling within.

After a final glance, Tanushree took a moment to absorb the significance of the day. She then walked to her mother, seeking her blessings. Her mother, with a mix of pride and affection, blessed her daughter for the journey ahead.

Tanushree stepped out of her house, the vibrant colours of her attire brightening the surroundings. She walked towards their small car, a sense of anticipation in every step. With a heartfelt smile, she sat in the passenger's seat, ready to embark on this special day. The engine roared to life, echoing the excitement in her heart as she set off towards the awaited meeting with Abhimaan.

In the tranquil gardens of the temple, Tanushree sat on a weathered bench, fingers fidgeting nervously as she awaited the momentous meeting. The garden, bathed in the soft hues of dusk, was mostly empty, amplifying the sound of her restless movements.

Amidst the hushed ambiance, she heard footsteps approaching on the dry leaves. Her head snapped towards the sound, and her heart seemed to momentarily cease its beating. There he was—Abhimaan, standing with an aura of quiet confidence. Her breath caught as their eyes met.

"Are...are you Tanushree Sirvi?" he inquired, breaking the suspense. Tanushree, caught off guard, was momentarily dumbstruck. He repeated the question, and this time, Tanushree managed only a nod, her words momentarily eluding her. The air was charged with anticipation as they stood in the quiet temple gardens, the beginning of something new hanging in the balance.

Abhimaan settled on the bench, the space between him and Tanushree just a hand's distance apart. Absent-mindedly, he looked around, taking in the tranquil surroundings. Suddenly, a soft voice broke through his observations.

"Namaste," Tanushree greeted in a gentle tone. Abhimaan turned to her, and the warmth in her voice caught him off guard. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, prompting a sigh of appreciation. "Namaste," he replied, meeting her gaze.

For a moment, Abhimaan simply observed her. Tanushree, a vision of beauty with rosy cheeks, seemed to embody a serene presence. Another sigh escaped him as he found himself captivated by her presence. Her eyes, however, remained fixed on her hands resting on her lap, an air of modesty about her.

Tanushree, a hint of shyness playing on her face, coyly spoke, "My name is Tanushree Sirvi." Abhimaan looked at her, his expression carrying an amused glint. "I know that already," he responded, his tone tinged with a touch of playfulness. "And you know my name as well."

His words, however, carried an unexpected coldness, introducing a subtle tension to the air. Tanushree felt a moment of unease.

Tanushree, her excitement palpable, frantically nodded as she extended two steel tiffins toward Abhimaan. "I brought these for you," she said, a hopeful glint in her eyes. Abhimaan accepted the containers, his curiosity piqued, and reluctantly opened them.

"I made them for you yesterday," Tanushree shared, a little excitement in her voice. However, Abhimaan's reaction was unexpected. "Thanks, but I don't eat so much sugary crap," he stated, running a hand through his hair. Tanushree's smile disappeared, a mix of disappointment and apology on her face.