Burning Hearts

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Author's POV

A beautiful South Indian bride was staring back at her through the mirror.

The saree is luxuriously crafted with silk and has handwoven designs. The silk saree was gracefully draped around her petite body. 

She was adorned with stunning pieces of jewellery, including a maang tikka (a headpiece adorned with jewels and hanging pendants), jhumkas, a nose ring, necklaces, bangles, waistbands, and anklets. The jewellery is crafted from gold and embellished with precious gemstones like diamonds and rubies.

Her hair was styled traditionally, and adorned with flowers, jewels and hair accessories. Her black wavy hairs were arranged in the traditional braid, decorated with Jasmine.

Her face was adorned with a flawless base, highlighted cheekbones, and defined eyes. Her brown eyes were accentuated with dark kohl, eyeliner, and eyeshadow in hues that complemented the bridal attire. Her lips were adorned with bold shades of Red.

Her honey-brown eyes lingered a while on her beautiful face. She couldn't help but smile.

Indeed she was looking Exquisite as he had complimented, a few minutes ago.

Her eyes lowered down from the mirror to her own Henna-adorned hands. So many designs and patterns covered her hands. Her roaming eyes stopped at one particular pattern, name to be precise.

Ratha was written in her mid-palm. It looked beautiful. The mehendi artist had done a good job.

A sad smile appeared on her lips as she remembered something.

" The darker the henna stain, it is believed that the groom loves the bride deeply" Her grandmother's voice rang in her ears.

Every time she put mehendi, her grandmother used to tell her that after seeing the dark henna stain.

She couldn't stop the tears from gathering in her eyes. Those words were true. She never believed it when her grandmother words.  She thought it was a baseless belief.

His love for me is deeper than any ocean.....

It was sad that he loved her too deeply.

" Every drop of tear you shed for others, I will make sure those bastards will shed tears of blood" Another deep warning rang in her ears, alerting her body.

Inhaling sharply, she forced a smile.

He'd be furious if he learnt that she was crying on their big day.

She'd rather fake a smile than see that monster side of him.

It'll be fine...... she heaved out a deep sigh.

The door opened with a slight creak making her breath hitch in her throat. She didn't have to look behind to know who it was. The strong cologne and the looming presence were more than enough for her to know the person standing near the door.

It was him.

He took slow steps towards the bride, his bride. The half-white and gold saree complimented her fair skin. In his eyes, she was always beautiful. But today, she was looking exquisite.

He had seen her photo sent by his cousin and he couldn't help but reply Exquisite Fianna.

From the moment, he saw that photo, that was 20 minutes ago, he was dying to see her.

Although he would have seen her at the Mandap within a few minutes, he was eager to meet her in person. He wanted to say something to her personally.

She looked at him through the mirror. He was wearing a half-white and gold mixed silk shirt and dhotis. He always looked breathtakingly devilish. Today was no exception.