Bound by Fate | [✓]

39. Wedding

My pride.My love. My breath.

Atharva Roy. Standing right in front of me as the people around us cheering and laughing and blessing us. The flowers showering upon us, the scent of kumkum, haldi, diyas(Lights) and everything that is holy in our Indian culture filled the air.

Aarav and Abeer holding Atharva in the air. His sunshiny face even brighter, smiling like a desperate lover. His face so bright with happiness that for a moment, I saw nothing, nothing but him.

The people disappeared, the noises vanished and the thoughts fade. Atharva and I were the only person left in the mandap. Him and I, standing on the edge of becoming one. We are about to be us.

No one in the world except death can separate us now. I am his, he is mine and we're us. I am Evara Atharva Roy and he is Atharva Evara Acharya. That's it.

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I returned to the mandap with one blink and the laughs, people and noises brought me back to my man.

My man, wearing gold that suits his fair skin so well. The pagari(turbaan) on his is tilting down and he was trying his best to maintain it on his head. I can see him struggling with his long golden kurta, the man-dupatta he was covered in is bothering him to hell and I'm sure he hates the shiny shoes he was wearing because my man wears everything but heavy clothes.

My Atharva, he is not used to wear heavy Indian clothes unless it's necessary. Rather, he wears light kurtas and comfortable shoes. I've never seen him wearing anything on his head, he likes his hair all free, he likes his face all bare and he never wears any kind of ornaments but,

But look at him,

My man is wearing heavy kruta with dupatta and pagari on his head with a big and happy smile just for me. In Rajasthani weddings, pagari, heavy kurtas, shiny shoes and lot of ornaments are compulsory. And Atharva is wearing that everything for me.

My sunshine. The brightest sun in my life. My life revolves around him. His presence makes me want to wake up everyday and just live. I had spent nights thinking 'I wish I don't wake up tomorrow', I spent days regretting myself waking up when Atharva and I were parted.

It was my fault. I agree. I should have given Atharva a chance to explain when he asked me to do so but I was wrapped in the self-respect, or should I call it an ego, whatever it was but that made me push away the person I truly, truly adored.

I sent away my sun and whined about the darkness, I spent my eight years in dark while I, myself showed my back to the only sun in my life. My Atharva.

Maybe,

Maybe he was wrong to bet me in the friend of his group but we both knew, we both knew what we feel for each other. I saw love in his eyes and dear krishna, Atharva's eyes never lies. Never.

I should have waited for him to explain, I should have give a chance before I left the country, I should have talked to him sooner, I should have contacted him and I should have just run to him and kiss him.