The Audacious Hearts

Married!

The air buzzed with excitement as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the wedding venue. Vibrant hues adorned every corner, from the carnation garlands draping the entrance to the ornate tapestries that framed the celebratory space. It was a day painted in the hues of tradition and love, marking the union of two souls.

Two avenging souls.

Despite media restrictions at the event, every intricate detail was delivered to the public domain, fueled by the significance of a Sehgal wedding. While the ceremony was intended exclusively for close family members, a crowd of more than 1500 people were gathered around the arena.

Ruhanika Desai, who also goes by the name 'Ruhi,' descended the path beautifully decorated by white and red orchids. She radiated the glow and charm of a goddess. The charming groom, Aryansh Sehgal, couldn't help but notice how her face glow and radiates the royal aura, how her long red dupatta elegantly flowed behind her like a wave, how she cautiously moved forward with every step because he knows her and her habit of tripping, and how his own fingers itched to gently tuck the hair strand behind her ears, which was disturbing her face. And he hated the way how his heart notices every small detail about her.

Then again, when have THE AUDACIOUS HEARTS ever been known to heed the rational mind?

He is known to be a man who thrives on control, but the way this woman effortlessly seize his control from
him-he absolutely hates it.

In the heart of the venue, beneath a meticulously decorated mandap, the couple stood, resplendent in traditional attire.Draped in opulent violet hues, the bride graced the occasion in a resplendent lehenga, her hands adorned with intricate mehendi, while golden and violet pearls adorned her delicate neck. On the other side, the groom emanated sheer handsomeness in his regal sherwani, the Sehra resting on his head adding a touch of royalty to his appearance.

Aryansh's palms was cupping Ruhi's as the priests chanted mantras and place a yellow flower on their hand , the sacred fire at the center of the mandap flickered, symbolizing the eternal flame of their commitment. Family and friends, draped in a kaleidoscope of colors, gathered around, their faces adorned with smiles that mirrored the festive ambiance. As they circled the holy fire, promises were whispered, vows exchanged, and a new chapter in their lives was about to began.

A chapter with an unknown ending and twisted fate.

As they rounded through the sacred ritual of the fourth phera, Ruhi's feet faltered on the path, sending a tremor through the carefully watching crowd. In an instant, Aryansh's arms, strong and reassuring, encircled her frame, arresting the stumble before it could unfold into a misstep.

A concerned hush swept through the gathered guests, their collective gasps a symphony of surprise, but Aryansh remained steadfast, unruffled by the whispers that threatened to disturb the sanctity of the moment. His gaze, a blend of tenderness and determination, fell upon Ruhi's feet, now red with the aftermath of an unexpected slip.

Without a moment's hesitation, Aryansh, swift as the wind, scooped Ruhi into his arms, lifting her from the ground as effortlessly as if he were cradling a fragile petal. The murmurs among the onlookers swirled with a mixture of awe and curiosity, yet Aryansh's focus remained unwavering, fixed on the woman in his arms.

A stern voice cut through the collective astonishment as Aryansh's grandfather, a figure of authority and tradition, voiced his concern, "What are you doing, Aryansh? The whole world is watching. Put her down!" For a fleeting moment his eyes looked at the distinguished guests.

However, Aryansh met the gaze of his grandfather with a calm determination, his voice carrying a conviction that silenced the disapproving whispers. "Its her I am vowing my eternal support to, grandfather, not them. What's the use of all this if I can't support her in Times of need." The declaration hung in the air and Ruhi, now a mix of timidness and gratitude raised her lashes to look at him. "They are allowed to leave if they want." Undeterred by convention, Aryansh continued the pheras with Ruhi cradled in his arms.

In that fleeting moment of being cradled in his arms, she recognized the sincerity in his eyes, and it tugged at the strings of her conscience. The weight of her revenge plan pressed on her heart, but amidst the conflicting emotions of gratitude and there was a glimmer of uncertainty as she knew what she was doing is right but still there was something that was stopping her from stoping too low. However she knew there was no stopping now. There was no going back now.

The silent turmoil beneath her composed exterior hinted at a storm brewing within her-a storm of conflicting emotions that threatened to unravel the delicate balance she had maintained. In the quiet recesses of her heart, she questioned the boundaries of her actions, wondering if the gratitude she felt was genuine or merely a reflection of the tangled web she had woven.

Her trance was broken by the sound of applause and the shower of rose petals. Aryansh made her sit carefully and then himself took a seat besides her.

The ceremony continued with the groom adorning the bride with the auspicious mangalsutra, a symbol of their eternal bond. The gentle placement of vermillion on the bride's forehead, the sindoor, marked the culmination of the sacred rites, sealing their commitment to each other as a little of it fell on her nose too.

"Aaj se aap dono pati patni huye!" The priests declared and the arena burstes with congratulations and cheers.And that's how a new chapter of their lives started.

Ruhi took a breath to calm her uncertain heart while aryansh tightened his hold on her palm which didn't go unnoticed by her.

Following the formalities, the venue transformed into a canvas of celebration. The beats of dhol resonated through the air, and the dance floor beckoned with the promise of unrestrained joy. Friends and family, young and old, swayed to the rhythm of traditional tunes, infusing the air with infectious energy.Amidst the celebration, a feast that showcased the rich tapestry of Indian cuisine. Fragrant biryanis, aromatic curries, and an array of delectable sweets adorned the tables, reflecting the diverse flavors of the subcontinent.The evening unfolded with heartfelt speeches, as loved ones shared anecdotes, blessings, and good wishes for the newlyweds.

As the night faded into memories, the echoes of laughter, music, and love lingered, etching this Indian wedding as a celebration of eternal bonds. The wedding, a tapestry woven with threads of tradition, love, and celebration, concluded with a grand send-off. The couple, now bound by vows and adorned with blessings, embarked on a new journey.

A journey of togetherness or destruction though, only the time could tell.

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Married finally!!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

I know the chapter is short but I didn't want to make it long just for the sake of it. So......

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