The Forbidden Marriage

67•सप्तषष्टिः

The ceremony had been a magnificent display of cultural performances, each act more mesmerizing than the last, all in honor of their new Queen. As the final echoes of the conch reverberated through the air, Minakshi stepped down the grand staircase with an effortless grace that left everyone in awe. Her movements were fluid, like a river flowing with serene elegance, her presence commanding attention without uttering a single word.

The guests from various kingdoms approached her, their faces adorned with smiles and admiration. One by one, they offered their compliments.

"Queen Minakshi, your poise and beauty are unmatched," remarked a nobleman from Krishna Kingdom.

"Trishul is indeed fortunate to have you as his wife." The crown Prince of Vakratunda Kingdom said.

Minakshi's eyes sparkled with warmth as she replied, "Thank you for your kind words. Trishul is a remarkable man, and I am honored to stand by his side."

Another guest, a dignitary from Thailand, added, "Your wisdom and grace will surely bring prosperity to this land."

Minakshi inclined her head slightly, her smile radiant. "I am grateful for your blessings. Together with Trishul, we shall strive to serve our people with utmost dedication."

As she continued to move through the crowd, her every step was a ballet of refined elegance. Her presence was hypnotic, casting a spell on those around her. The guests couldn't help but be captivated by her regal demeanor, their admiration evident in their eyes.

Finally, Minakshi made her way to her family, who awaited her with eager anticipation. Her parents, beaming with pride, enveloped her in a warm embrace.

"My daughter," her father said, his voice choked with emotion, "I hardly recognize you. You've grown into such a graceful and dignified Queen."

Her mother nodded in agreement, tears glistening in her eyes. "We are so proud of you, Minakshi. You are a true embodiment of strength and beauty."

Minakshi smiled softly, her heart swelling with love for her family. "Thank you, Mother, Father. Your support has been my greatest strength."

Her brother, unable to resist teasing her, chimed in with a playful grin. "Remember when you were so soft-spoken and shy? Look at you now, captivating everyone with just a glance!"

Minakshi laughed, a melodic sound that seemed to lighten the very air around her. "Times have changed, Bhaiya. But I will always be the same Minakshi at heart."

Her family showered her with compliments, their admiration and love evident in every word. Each praise, each word of encouragement, felt like a soothing balm to her soul, reinforcing her resolve to lead with wisdom and compassion.

As the laughter from her family's affectionate teasing subsided, Trishul moved close to Minakshi, his eyes filled with a soft, proud smile. Leaning in, he said softly, "You are not looking like a Queen but like the Goddess herself."

Minakshi's cheeks flushed with a delicate blush at his words, her heart warmed by the sincere admiration in his voice.

"Dadabhai, you are such a simp!" Ambika remarked, bursting into laughter.

(Brother)

Trishul rolled his eyes playfully. "You're just jealous because you can't make anyone a simp."

"Hey!" Ambika pouted, folding her arms across her chest in mock indignation.

Minakshi walked over to Ambika and enveloped her in a warm hug. "Don't worry, Ambika. You will also get a simp like him!" she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.