Forever and Ever

5.𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝

"ℐ𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝓪𝓇𝒹 𝔀𝓪𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒." -𝓊𝓃𝓀𝓃𝑜𝔀𝓃

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My parents weren't that mean to not perform rituals so here I am sitting covered with a beautiful mustard yellow hue. Today is my Haldi/roce ceremony.

Today is a joyful and colorful event, yet I don't feel any joy. I'm sitting here with a sulken face with turmeric paste applied to my skin.

Well, at least the haldi paste will bring a natural glow to my skin.

Everyone is singing, dancing, and whatnot.

It's filled with love. It's so heartwarming that's what outsiders will say seeing us like this.

After everyone's turns applying the haldi on my face, hands, and feet, I scrunched my nose because of this warm and tingling sensation on my skin. It's weird. I feel sticky, so I asked mumma for permission if I can go and freshen up. She said yes.

After coming to my room, I quickly washed this weird paste off my skin and took a warm bath.

As that weird paste is washed off, my skin feels soft and smooth. Weirdly, or maybe it's because of the elders saying to me and repeating the same thing again and again.

Some people believe that haldi can also help brighten the skin and give it a natural glow. By some people, I mean Google. What? Of course, I had to check if it's dangerous for my skin or not.

Issac is such a traitor. Betrayer. Every word for breaking hearts. He said he'll pull some strings and cut these marriage knots or whatever.

Now, where is he? Where is that idiot?meh bata Rahi hu mene us bheegee billi kho maar dena hai suhaagaraat vaalee raat mein.
( I'm telling you I'll kill that scaredy cat on our wedding night.)

Or is he planning to not come to our wedding, nice? But I still doubt that idiot is of any use.

Let's wait and watch. I have no other option than to wait.

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My papa escorted me inside. I sighed when my eyes landed on him. My father leads me to the aisle and hands over my hand to him.

"Take care of her," he said, showering blessings. For God's sake, papa, you need to learn how to act. You need to join acting classes. I would be good for that. But then again, why should I teach you?

Freak, asshole, dumbass, freak, fucker, manwhore (he's not), I cursed Issac in my mind.

How dare this bitch come here? Why did he lie to me? I'll kill him. I was looking at him like a predator who'll catch their prey.

We will now be led in these vows by the priest. He stood in the middle with us by his side.

"Do you Issac Willson promise to love Shanaya Jones with whole heart with a passion that can't be expressed in words only in years by her side? Do you promise to trust and respect Shanaya as your own person? Do you promise to cherish and work day and night to bring total happiness to Shanaya? Do you promise to practice generosity, morality, patience, and joy in all you do? Do you promise Shanaya to give the best of yourself? Do you take Shanaya Jones to be your wife?" Ain't his tongue paining or throat drying with this much big vow.

Issac responded with, "I do." I looked at him, looked no, gawked. He was looking handsome wearing a formal attire, tuxedo with a black color jacket and matching trousers. A red bow tie. He looked elegant. His hair is neatly styled, unlike last time we met; nonetheless, he looks okay in both.