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Once upon a time, I was a very insecure girl, always questioning my worth, unsure of my place in the world. My reflection had always been my harshest critic, pointing out every flaw, every uncertainty. But today, as I stand in front of the mirror, I don't recognize that girl anymore. Instead, staring back at me is a woman I never thought I'd become—confident, radiant, and at peace with herself. The soft fabric of my white lehenga, adorned with intricate silver embroidery, hugs me like a gentle promise. Every sequin glitters as if reflecting the light that now shines from within me.
A small, serene smile plays on my lips, a smile I've earned. After years of struggles, of battles fought within and outside, I've finally learned to love myself. Today, I no longer need validation from anyone. I stand tall, feeling a deep sense of pride in the woman I've become. As I run my fingers over the soft, delicate fabric, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement bubbling inside me. It's almost overwhelming.
Today is the day. The day I will get engaged to the love of my life. The thought sends a warm wave of joy coursing through me, almost making me dizzy with happiness. It's a surreal, almost dreamlike feeling, like everything I had ever longed for is now within my grasp. My heart races with anticipation, and I can barely contain my giddiness. This—this moment—is the beginning of a new chapter, and I am more than ready to embrace it.
As the makeup artist brushes soft strokes of blush on my cheeks, my thoughts drift to Abhinav. I think of the way his eyes light up whenever he sees me, of the countless late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, talking about our dreams, our future together. Those dreams now feel more tangible, more real than ever. I close my eyes for a moment, recalling the way his voice softened when he spoke of forever. The very thought of him brings warmth to my heart, and I can't help but smile.
Suddenly, the door creaks open, pulling me out of my reverie. Mumma and Badi Maa enter the room, their faces glowing with happiness, their smiles as warm as the morning sun. In their hands, they carry a tray of the most beautiful jewelry I have ever seen, each piece glistening under the soft light like a treasure meant only for royalty. The sight of it overwhelms me, not because of its value, but because of the love with which it is being given.
