Marriage In The Pink City

Chapter 5

Hare Krishna
Chapter 5

In the next few days, the families came together to finalise the engagement and wedding day. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation as the arrangements were discussed, and the details were meticulously planned. Abhimaan's mother, Sushma, took a special liking to Tanushree, showering her with affection and warmth.

As the preparations continued, Abhimaan, maintaining his composed demeanour, took Tanushree to meet Dr. Lalita, a gynaecologist. "Here, this is Dr. Lalita. She will be your gynaecologist," Abhimaan announced monotonously. Tanushree, still absorbing the new experiences, looked around the doctor's office with curiosity.

"Doctor, we are getting married in a month. Can you put her on birth control?" Abhimaan asked, his request delivered with a matter-of-fact tone. Dr. Lalita, accustomed to handling such matters professionally, nodded in acknowledgment.

Dr. Lalita, while going through the medical consultation, gently broached the topic, "Tanushree, are you sexually active?" Tanushree blushed, her innocence evident as she replied, "No, I have never been sexually active. I am not married yet." Her response was delivered with a touch of innocence, emphasising her commitment to traditional values.

Abhimaan, observing Tanushree throughout, couldn't help but be amused by her genuine and straightforward reply. The doctor, appreciating the sincerity and innocence in Tanushree's response, smiled warmly.

After the medical appointment, as they stepped outside the hospital, Tanushree rummaged through her bag, retrieving a small keychain and a tiffin. "I brought this for you," she said, presenting the items to Abhimaan. The keychain had the initials A R, a thoughtful gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

"And this time, I made the Ghevar without sugar. It has jaggery instead," she shared, her smile radiating warmth.

Abhimaan, though touched by Tanushree's sweet gesture, maintained his composed demeanour. Without expressing his emotions, he handed her the engagement lehenga, meticulously designed for her with intricate and heavy work. The opulence of the fabric spoke volumes about the grandeur of the occasion.

"Here is your engagement lehenga. It's specially designed for you," he stated, his tone remaining cool and detached. Tanushree, examining the exquisite details, couldn't help but be impressed by the craftsmanship. "It's beautiful," she remarked, trying to read Abhimaan's expression, but his demeanour remained enigmatic.

Tanushree sprawled on the bed, surrounded by the joyful chaos of Sangeet pictures. Yet, her gaze was solely fixed on Abhimaan. "How can someone be so beautiful," she whispered to herself, captivated by the images of him. Her eyes then drifted to her engagement ring—a stunning princess-cut diamond on a platinum band. Her hands, adorned with intricate mehendi, seemed to tell a tale of the upcoming celebration.

As she thought about the impending moment when Abhimaan would search for his name within the delicate patterns on her hand, a blush painted her cheeks.

Tanushree sat gracefully in the mandap beside Abhimaan as their vivah ceremony ( marriage ceremony)unfolded in the opulent setting of a five-star palace in Rajasthan owned by the Rathores. The grandeur of the venue was matched only by the affluence of the attendees, a congregation of many influential and wealthy individuals. The media outside buzzed with excitement, capturing every moment of the lavish affair.

Inside the venue, as the rituals continued, the ladies in attendance began to engage in hushed conversations. The whispers revolved around Tanushree's background, emphasizing her roots in a lower-middle-class family. The contrast between her humble origins and the mightyness of the Rathore family became a topic of intrigue among the attendees.

“I heard the bride is from a middle class family,” One of the ladies said. “Yeah, I have heard the bride is uneducated
She is only 12th pass” Another one said. “Typical Village girl. Gaon ki gawar. Not Abhimaan's type at all,” Another one passed a comment throwing flower petals as the couple took pheras around the holy fire.

Tanushree nervously sat, adorned in a designer deep red lehenga with emerald jewelry, her heart pounding as she awaited Abhimaan to tie the mangalsutra. The luxurious attire felt alien to her, having never worn such expensive clothes before. She anxiously glanced around, the grandeur of the moment sinking in.

Abhimaan approached, a palpable closeness between them as he delicately tied the mangalsutra around her neck. She felt his breath on her face, and as their eyes met, a moment of quiet admiration passed between them. "How can someone be so beautiful," Abhimaan thought, momentarily forgetting to breathe, his gaze locked with Tanushree's.

Continuing the ritual, Abhimaan applied vermillion on her hair partition. The priest, with a solemn tone, declared them husband and wife. "Vivah sampann hua. I now declare you as husband and wife," the priest proclaimed, ushering in a new chapter in their lives.

As the moment of bidai approached, Tanushree and Abhimaan knelt to touch the feet of Tanushree's parents. Tears streamed down Tanushree's face, her emotions overwhelming her.

"Kyu ro Rahi hai laado?(Why are you crying, dear?) Arey ro kyu rhi hai laado, Tera hi Ghar hai, jab Mann kare aa Jana. This is your home. (Come whenever your heart desires)," her father reassured, struggling to hold back his own tears. Her mother, crying with her palm against her mouth, embraced Tanushree. "Take care of yourself. Now your in-laws are your family as well. Love them all," she advised, her words filled with both love and care.

"Ghar aate rehna, tanu. Hume bhul Matt Jana.(Remember to visit, Tanu. Don't forget us,)" her mother said, tears rolling down her cheeks. Tanushree, sobbing, hugged her tightly. “Tere Bina Ghar boht suna lagega, laado,” Her mother added.

Her father, turning to Abhimaan, spoke with a mix of gravity and love. "Abhimaan, my son, please take care of her. She is innocent and sees kindness in everyone. I have protected her until now, and now I entrust this responsibility to you. If ever you find it hard to live with her, return my little sweetheart to me. But promise me you will never hurt her," he earnestly requested.

Abhimaan's gaze remained fixed on Tanushree, observing her like a silent guardian. The sight of her crying, vulnerable like a baby, stirred something within him. Uncomfortable with the display of emotions, he nodded towards her father and settled into the back seat of the elaborately decorated Bentley.

After a brief five minutes, Tanushree joined him. Her eyes, still reflecting traces of her tears, remained fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The distance between them and her parents gradually widened, the fleeting glimpses of them disappearing as the car carried Tanushree into a new chapter of her life.

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Vote guys, please. Itna Banta hai.

By this time, you all must have realised what kind of girl Tanushree is. Is it wrong to be like her in today's world.

Radhe Radhe