Ishq Nasamajh | 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✅

Bonus Chapter 1: The Wedding

Siddhart's POV :

The day had finally arrived. The day I would marry the love of my life, Alisha. Our wedding was set to be a grand affair, filled with vibrant colors, traditional rituals, and an abundance of love.

The morning began with the Haldi ceremony at my home. Family members smeared turmeric paste on my face, arms, and feet, blessing me with happiness and prosperity.

I laughed and joked with my cousins, the excitement palpable in the air. Despite the teasing and the chaos, all I could think about was seeing Alisha as my bride.

As the sun began to set, it was time for the Baraat. I was dressed in a cream and gold sherwani, with a deep red turban adorned with pearls.

My friends and family surrounded me, offering their best wishes and teasing me about my nervousness.

"Calm down, Sid. You're going to look like you're having a heart attack in all your wedding photos," Rohan joked, patting my back.

I chuckled, trying to steady my breath. "I know, I know. It's just... I want everything to be perfect for Alisha."

I climbed onto the white horse, my heart pounding with anticipation. The sounds of the dhol, the laughter of my friends, and the cheering of my family filled the air as we danced our way to Alisha's home.

When we reached, the gates opened, and there she was.

Alisha. My Chandni.

Dressed in a stunning red lehenga, her face adorned with delicate jewelry and her eyes sparkling with joy. She looked like a vision. Our eyes met, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The wedding ceremony began with the Jai Mala, the exchange of garlands. As Alisha and I placed garlands around each other's necks, our families erupted in cheers. We were surrounded by love and blessings.

Next came the Kanyadaan, where Alisha's parents gave her hand to me. Her father placed her hand in mine, and I promised to cherish and protect her forever. The gravity of the moment hit me, and I felt a lump in my throat.

We then took the seven pheras around the sacred fire.

With each round, I made silent vows to myself with each step.

As we sat down for the sindoor and mangalsutra rituals, I noticed Alisha's hands trembling slightly. I leaned in and whispered,

"You look beautiful, Chandni. I'm the luckiest man alive." She smiled, her eyes filled with unshed tears, and whispered back, "I can't wait to start our life together, Sid."

I took a pinch of sindoor and applied it to her forehead, marking her as mine. The mangalsutra, a black and gold beaded necklace, was placed around her neck, symbolizing our eternal bond.

The wedding concluded with the vidai ceremony. This was the most emotional part. Alisha was leaving her parents' home to start a new life with me.

Her parents were teary-eyed, and so was she. She hugged them tightly, Her father, with moist eyes, took her hand and placed it in mine.

"Take care of her, Siddhart," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

"She is our heart."

"I promise, Papa," I said sincerely, feeling the weight of his words.

Nandani stepped in to lighten the mood. "Siddhart, just remember, if you ever make her cry, you'll have to deal with me. And trust me, I'm scarier than I look," she said with a playful grin.