Mohabbat~ The true Beginning of Love

Chapter 13- Grand Wedding

AUTHOR'S POV-

The whole wedding venue was shining brightly because of the dazzling night at Singhania's mansion. Cars were entering from the open golden gates, moving at the backside of the mansion where big space is available for the guests cars.

The way to the wedding Venus was decorated with gold lights. Bamboo cane lamps were fixed on the decorated celing of the path lightning the way brightly.

Tonight was the brand wedding of the eldest heir of Chauhans Abhimanyu Singh Chauhan with the only beloved daughter of Singhanias Uttara Singhania. Rich businessmen, businesswomen, famous Celebrities, Prestigious close families, many more were invited.

Fron the entrance doors of the mansion to the pavilion, the whole path was covered with dark red rose petals. The stairs of the pavilion covered with the roses, the pillars covered with lightings and artificial flowers, the crystal rectangular chandelier attached on the pavillion glowing brightly illuminating the whole stage. The small couches covered with shining red covers, decorated with flowers for the Groom and Bride. Around the corners of the square pavilion 8 layers candles stands stood twinkling. The guests seating arrangements were around the whole pavilion in a big circle available for everyone to see the wedding live with disturbance.

The Guests murmured slowed down when the loud music of the Baarat reached on the Mansion gates. All the Bride's side sigh in reliefs as they were waiting for the baarat from hours. The Baarat entered inside and the loud music ended at the gates with group of reporters and paparazzis were not welcomed respectfully. Jumping down the majestic white horse with the help of his friends. Abhimanyu stood with all his glory in front of Rekha, Uttara's Chachi who applied tilak on his forehead and perform an aarti to ward off any evil. Abhimanyu bend down to touch the feets of Ekansh, who immediately stop him in middle and hug him patting his back, smiling. Both the families met, hugged eachother and pass smiles.

Reaching on the wedding venue everyone's eyes fell on the groom and they couldn't take their eyes from him. Abhimanyu's presence held strong, powerful aura. He look devilishly handsome cladded in golden embroidered white Sherwani that hugged his dominant frame perfectly. The dupatta pull it out from one side on his shoulder, around the back to the front and drape it around his wrist. The Turban safa fit on his head, covering his black hair from his forehead. A long necklace that is made of beads and white pearls locked around his neck that match with his sherwani. The ring Uttara put on his finger reminds him that, she had decided to be a part of him, to spend the rest of her life with him so in return he had promised himself that his Uttara will never walk alone on the long path because he is going to follow her, to be her supporter to be her only home. A smile form on his face, gently without anyone's knowing he pressed his lips on the ring, mumbling those three words.