ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

62. the wedding adventure

Abhimaan's pov:

As Mayura broke our embrace, I couldn't help but smile at her playful remark. "A rematch?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with amusement.

But before she could respond, my men appeared, swiftly taking Deep into custody and rescuing her friend . I nodded in approval, my gaze never leaving Mayura's face.

"Shall we, then?" I asked, offering her my arm once more.

Mayura took it, her eyes shining with excitement. Together, we walked towards the waiting cars, our entourage trailing behind us.

As we approached the vehicles, I could see  my jaana was almost jumping in excitement.
I opened the door for my jaana , helping her in before sliding into the driver's seat myself. The engine roared to life as I put my car in gear, speeding through the palace grounds with a squeal of tires.

Mayura laughed, her hair blowing in the wind as we raced towards our destination. I grinned, feeling alive, feeling free.

We sped past the palace walls, the city blurring by in a colorful haze. Our wedding procession followed close behind, horns honking and music blaring.

As we approached the wedding venue, I could see our guests waiting, their faces filled with joy and anticipation. Mayura's eyes met mine, and we shared a smile.

This was it. Our moment. Our time.

And as we arrived at the venue, I knew that this was just the beginning of our new life together. A life filled with love, laughter, and adventure. A life that would be ours alone, free from the shadows of our past.
As we pulled up to the wedding venue, I could feel the excitement building up inside me. We had made it just in time, with only minutes to spare before the ceremony was scheduled to start.

Mayura and I exchanged a look, our eyes sparkling with mischief. We knew we had pulled off the impossible, sneaking away from Deep's clutches and making it to our own wedding without anyone the wiser.

We quickly got out of the car, our entourage following close behind. We could hear the music and chanting of the priests, the murmur of the guests as they waited for the ceremony to begin.

Without a word, Mayura and I grabbed hands and made a mad dash for the mandap, our feet pounding the pavement. We burst into the decorated canopy, out of breath and laughing, just as the priests were beginning the ceremony.

Our guests looked on in surprise, their faces filled with confusion and delight. The press snapped photos, trying to capture the moment. But Mayura and I didn't care. We were too busy gazing into each other's eyes, our hearts filled with joy and love.

As we burst into the mandap, out of breath and laughing, I could see the surprise and delight on our guests' faces. But my eyes were fixed on one person - my mother.

She was sitting in the front row, a look of amusement on her face. Her eyes met mine, and she shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Abhimaan, Mayura, you two are something else," she seemed to be saying.

I grinned, feeling a sense of mischief and joy. I knew that look, that smile. It was the same one she used to give me when I was a child, when I would get into trouble for pulling off some prank or another.

Mayura and I took our places, our hands still clasped together, and the ceremony began.
As Abhimaan and Mayura stood before the sacred fire, their eyes locked in a loving gaze, the air was filled with the sweet scent of incense and the soft chanting of ancient Vedic hymns. The warm glow of the setting sun casts a golden light on their faces, illuminating the love and devotion that shone brightly in their hearts.

The delicate threads of the mangalsutra were tied around Mayura's neck, symbolizing their eternal bond, as Abhimaan's eyes never left hers, his gaze filled with adoration. The soft rustle of her silk saree and the gentle jingle of her anklets accompanied every move she made, like music to his ears.

With each sacred vow, their love grew stronger, their hearts beating as one. The vermilion mark on Mayura's forehead, applied by Abhimaan's own hand, shone like a beacon of their love, a promise to cherish and honor each other for all eternity.

As they circled the sacred fire, their footsteps echoed in perfect harmony, their love and commitment to each other palpable in every step. The stars began to twinkle in the night sky, witnessing the union of two souls, destined to be together forever.

In this ancient Indian wedding ritual, Abhimaan and Mayura's love was not just a union of two individuals but a sacrament that transcended time and space, a celebration of the eternal bond between two souls.

Mayura's pov:

I sat in our lavish bedroom, surrounded by the opulence of the palace, my heart racing with anticipation. Our first night together as husband and wife had finally arrived, and I couldn't help but think about the journey that had brought us here.

From a mere business deal to a union of souls, our relationship had blossomed in ways I never thought possible. Abhimaan, the man I once thought was only a means to an end, had become my everything.

I remembered the first time we met, how I had tried to keep my distance, to maintain a professional façade. But he had seen through me, had drawn me in with his piercing eyes and charming smile.

As I waited for him to join me, I couldn't help but think about all the moments we had shared, all the laughter and tears, all the adventures and quiet moments. Our love had grown stronger with each passing day, and now, here we were, on the threshold of a new life together.

I heard the door open, and my heart skipped a beat. Abhimaan entered, his eyes locked on mine, his smile radiant. He walked towards me, his steps confident, his presence filling the room.

"Mayura," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "My wife, my little hacker , my jaana ."

I smiled, my heart overflowing with love. "Abhimaan, my husband, my abhii , my forever."

As we embraced, our hearts beat as one, our love shining brighter than any star in the night sky. Our first night together had finally arrived, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our forever.