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Yashvi's heart skipped a beat as she caught a glimpse of the majestic palace perched atop a hill, its gleaming marble facade reflecting the warm glow of the setting sun. It was beautiful, ethereal - like something straight out of a fairytale. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she made her way through the bustling streets of Udaipur, the vibrant colors of the city's traditional attire and the lilting strains of Bollywood music filling the air.
Her thoughts drifted back to the events that had led her here: the endless rounds of court hearings, the hurt and anger that seemed to follow her everywhere. But now, as she neared the palace, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, even excitement. Her best friend Ishani was getting married, and despite the complicated personal circumstances, Yashvi was determined to make the most of this special occasion.
Finally, she arrived at the grand entrance, where a uniformed attendant ushered her inside. The opulence of the palace was breathtaking: intricately carved marble pillars soared towards the sky, their gold-leafed archways framing vistas of manicured gardens and sparkling fountains. The sound of laughter and music drifted through the air, carrying with it the heady scent of roses and jasmine.
Yashvi made her way through the throng of guests, many of whom she hadn't seen in years.
"Yashvi!" Ishani exclaimed, rising to her feet. "Oh my God, you made it!" She threw her arms around her best friend, hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad you could make it."
Yashvi returned the embrace, tears welling up in her eyes. "Of course I had to be here for you. You know I wouldn't miss it for the world." She whispered, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
"I know, I know." Ishani said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"It's just...so much has happened since we last saw each other. I'm just glad we could catch up. And this little guy...he's grown so much too!" She exclaimed, crouching down to be at eye level with Ansh.
Ansh, who had been shyly hiding behind his mother, peeked out from behind her skirt. He flashed a shy smile at Ishani before ducking back again.
"Hi Ishu Aunty." He whispered.
Ishani laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. "Hello there, sweetheart. You're just as cute as I remember." She reached out a hand to ruffle his hair, making him giggle.
"The vibe here is so good Ishani. It completely defines the dream wedding you always wanted." Yashvi exclaimed, a bright smile on her face.
"Ansh especially loves all the colors and the music." She gestured to the Mehendi artists nearby, who were carefully applying henna designs to the guests.
Ansh perked up at this, his big brown eyes fixed on the artist. "Can I have some mehendi too, mumma?" he asked, tugging on Yashvi's sleeve.
"Of course, sweetheart," Ishaani said, ruffling his hair.
