𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

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The Roy Chowdhury venue was transformed into a breathtaking spectacle for the Indian Hindu marriage celebration. Every inch of the place was adorned with meticulous beauty, from the radiant flowers to the enchanting lighting, creating an ambiance that was a perfect blend of tradition and elegance.

The entire gathering resonated with joy and excitement as the guests reveled in the festivities. Laughter echoed through the air, and the rhythmic beat of music set the tone for lively celebrations. People, dressed in vibrant traditional attire, added to the colorful tapestry of the event, bringing an air of cultural richness to the gathering.

As the celebration unfolded, the venue came alive with the infectious energy of dancing and laughter. It was a scene of unrestrained joy, where the exuberant spirit of the occasion found expression in every twirl and every smile. The air was filled with the infectious rhythm of music, and the dance floor became a vibrant canvas of happiness, illustrating the collective jubilation of all present.

In this harmonious union of tradition and revelry, the Roy Chowdhury celebration became a haven of beauty and joy, where the meticulously crafted decor served as a backdrop to the genuine happiness and cultural richness of the moment.

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In the groom's room, a young man of 28 emerged from the washroom, his countenance marred by frustration and impatience. Stepping into the room with an air of urgency, looking around but couldn't find his Sherwani. Frustrated,

He yelled out, "WHERE IS MY SHERWANI?"

He seemed really mad at that time, almost always upset. It's not just a one-time thing; he's constantly angry and wants everything immediately. The whole room felt tense as he tried to figure out what was bothering him.

Trembling with fear, a servant cautiously entered his room, clutching a sherwani. Nervously stammering

He uttered, "Si...sir... here's your sherwani. I'm... sor...sorry sir... for.. being late,"

Exerting control over his anger, he closed his eyes, and in a deliberate, measured tone,

He said slowly, "Keep it here,"

The servant, having placed the sherwani, stood frozen in place.

The young man directed an intense gaze at him and erupted, shouting, "NOW SHOULD I CHANGE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES?!"

Quivering with fear, the servant quickly responded, his voice trembling, "No..No..sir,"

Infused with frustration, the young boy rolled his eyes in exasperation and bellowed, "THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT OF MY ROOM,"

The scared servant quickly ran out and closed the door, leaving the room filled with the lingering tension from the young boy's anger.

He angrily ran his fingers through his hair.

The boy in question was none other than Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, known as the mafia king. Today held special significance for him as he was the groom. Anirudh, preparing for the occasion, proceeded to don his sherwani. Standing before the mirror, he meticulously styled his hair, perhaps reflecting the dual roles he played - the powerful mafia king and the groom on this momentous day.

Upon the arrival of a knock at his door, Anirudh, extended a casual invitation, saying, "Come in,"

Arnav, Anirudh's younger brother known as the mafia prince, walked into the room. Approaching Anirudh, he stood behind him and straightforwardly asked,

"Bahi, if you don't want to marry that girl, why are you going through with this Shaadi?"

Anirudh turned and gazed at Arnav, his tone cold and angry, "Her name is Bondita, not just 'that,this girl.' and now also She's going to be Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury. So Be careful with your words, Arnav. And about This Shaadi...