This story picks up from Episode 3 of BALH2.
Ram and Priya meet in a restaurant in Worli. What follows is a friendship in which they find comfort, trust and peace. And maybe love?
The sun shone dimly in the clear blue afternoon sky, with the beach underneath decorated in pink and white floral arrangements.
The soft colours of the wedding decor complemented the backdrop just perfectly, creating a breathtaking view and a romantic atmosphere, while the gentle sound of waves blending seamlessly with the mellow tunes being played by a group of violinists- making the setting even more heavenly.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Ram, dressed in a golden sherwani and wearing a maroon pagri, nervously stood at the mandap, his hands clasped tightly in front of him as he tried his best to maintain composure while waiting for Priya to arrive.
With each passing second, he felt his throat constricting and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to contain his tears.
Blowing out air from his mouth, he turned to his left to see his friends and siblings looking at him with a smile on their faces and tears in their eyes.
"Yeh zindagi bhar ke aansu hain. Dekhiyo, shaadi ke baad roz royega tu!" Adi spoke to lighten Ram's mood but it immediately backfired when Brinda hit him with her elbow.
"Bhaagna hai? Gaadi nikaalu?" Vikrant joked.
"Bhai agar kahin bhaag ke jayenge, toh woh hai Priya Bhabhi ke paas, kyun Bhai?" Shubham winked.
"Bass ab thodi hi der aur, Bhai" Shivina gave her brother an assuring smile.
"Sabr ka phall Priya hota hai!" Kunal chimed in and everybody broke into low chuckles.
Brinda walked up to Ram and rubbed his arm.
He gave her a small nod, taking in another deep breath as he wiped the single tear that had escaped his eye.
Suddenly, he noticed some commotion from the direction where Priya was supposed to enter.
His heart- which was already racing with nerves and anticipation- quickened its pace even more, knowing that she had finally arrived.
He noticed the music change, the guests rising to their feet and the atmosphere growing electric.
The intensity of the moment overwhelmed his senses.
The layer of tears in his eyes made his sight blurry, and his head felt light.
Then, amidst the haze of emotion, his eyes found her.
And Ram thought he would stop breathing.
Standing at the end of the aisle, under the phoolon ki chaadar held over her head by Sara, Maitri, Sandy and Twinkle, and with Akshay standing alongside her, was the love of his life.
His Priya.
All of a sudden, his heart stopped its frantic rhythm. Every sound from the background drained out. It felt as though time had stilled. As if the world had momentarily stopped for him to soak in the view of the most breathtaking bride he had ever seen.
