CHAPTER 35

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AUTHOR'S POV:

The hall was decorated elegantly with a beautiful mandap in the center. He was sitting in the mandap in a cream colour sherwani with sehra covering his face, waiting impatienty for his bride to come. 

(The Setup)

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(The Setup)

(His Sherwani)

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(His Sherwani)

She entered the hall with her brothers and Jiju holding a veil over her head in a red lehenga with a messy braid, small bindi, thick blue kajal with minimal makeup and jewellery. She was the definition of elegancy, her natural beauty was much more attractive than everyone else present there all caked up in makeup.

(Her Lehenga)

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(Her Lehenga)

He stood up as he saw her approaching towards the mandap. He couldn't control his urge to lift up his sehra and have a clear look at his bride. He uncovered a little bit of his face and eyes from his sehra to look at her. Her eyes met his and her expressions changed immediately. The cold emotionless eyes of hers were now filled with so many different emotions, shock and betrayel being two of them, her steps hauled at their place she was frozen.

"Riks!!" Mihir whispered seeing her frozen. His voice broke her trance she looked at her bhai as a lone tear left her eyes, wiping it elegantly with the back of her hand she took a step ahead. He forward his hand to help her climb the staircase she helds his hand inhaling a deep breath, her brothers helped her in sitting next to him. The priest started chanting the mantras as they sat there with their hearts ready to bulge out.

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