His Grumpy Wife

Mama Phere

The desert sun, a benevolent witness to countless love stories, cast a warm glow upon the majestic  Fort, its red sandstone walls blushing a deeper rose under the morning light. Today, the ancient fort wasn't just a historical landmark; it was a canvas waiting to be painted with the vibrant hues of a royal wedding. 

The air hummed with anticipation, a contagious energy that danced through the meticulously manicured gardens and echoed within the ornately carved halls. The pre-dawn hush hung heavy in the air, broken only by the excited chirping of birds and the distant murmur of hurried preparations. Today was the day – Alisha and Aniket, their love story woven into the vibrant tapestry of tradition, were finally getting married.

Sunlight, a shy guest at first, peeked through the intricately carved lattice windows of Alisha's chamber. It bathed her in a golden glow, illuminating the nervous flutter in her eyes Alisha, a vision in crimson and gold, sat sequestered in her bridal chamber. Her hands, adorned with intricate mehndi designs, trembled slightly as she awaited the moment to step into her destiny. The crimson silk lehenga, handwoven with threads of pure gold, shimmered with every movement, a masterpiece that rivaled the beauty of the fort itself. A veil of purest white, delicately embroidered with tiny pearls and sparkling sequins, cascaded down her head, shrouding her emotions in a veil of mystery.

 A heavy dupatta, its edges adorned with a border of shimmering pearls, flowed gracefully from her shoulders, framing a face that glowed with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Every jewel adorning her – the ornate maang tikka nestled in her hair, the heavy jhumkas gracing her ears, the rani haar cascading down her neck – whispered stories of heritage and tradition.

Across the sprawling courtyard, in a mirrored chamber bathed in the same golden light, Aniket no less nervous, fidgeted in his royal attire. The sherwani, a pristine shade of ivory, was crafted from the finest silk, intricately embroidered with golden paisley motifs. A luxurious shawl, A crimson dupatta, its border mirroring the intricate embroidery on Alisha's lehenga, rested on his shoulder , adding a touch of regal elegance. His jeweled turban, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, sat proudly on his head, a symbol of his heritage. Yet, beneath the dazzling facade, his heart mirrored Alisha's – a nervous flutter tempered with an unyielding love.

The venue itself was a testament to their love story – a fusion of ancient grandeur and modern elegance. The sprawling palace grounds, a legacy passed down through generations, were transformed into a breathtaking spectacle. A canopy of vibrant marigolds and fragrant mogra flowers adorned the entrance, while strings of fairy lights twinkled like captured stars against the impending twilight. A majestic mandap, its pillars carved from white marble and adorned with intricate floral patterns, stood at the center. The air thrummed with the melodious strains of a live shehnai, its music weaving a spell of anticipation and joy.

"Easy there, Ash," Aaradhaya , teased, gently smoothing out a wrinkle in the dupatta. "Don't fidget or you'll wrinkle your beautiful lehenga before you even see Aniket."

Alisha forced a smile, her fingers nervously fiddling with the intricate gold embroidery on her dupatta. "I can't help it, Aaru. Butterflies are having a rave in my stomach."

Shyla, chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, Di. meine bohto se suna hai ki there is case of the jitters on our wedding day. aur ap toh  unse shaadi kar rehe ho jinse apko pyaar phir ghabrahat ki  kya baat hai.. aur agar koi kuch bole toh ab dekha dena ki ap kon ho ."

A warm feeling bloomed in Alisha's heart. Her sisters, her rocks, her confidantes – their presence calmed the frantic storm within her. 

Taking a deep breath, Alisha turned to her sisters, their eyes mirroring the conflicting emotions swirling within her. "Remember that time," she began, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips, "when we pretended to be married in the backyard, using flowers as garlands and an old bedsheet as a veil?"