As the sun set in the distance, Armaan and Ishani waved goodbye to her parents, their hearts heavy with a bittersweet blend of emotions.
The journey to Armaan's royal mansion was a beautiful one, the streets decorated with fragrant flowers and colorful lights. The mansion, its facade glowing with warm light, seemed to beckon them home.
As they entered the gates, Armaan took Ishani's hand in his, leading her to their new life together. "Welcome home, Mrs. Oberoi," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.
Trisha, her eyes glistening with happiness, stepped forward, holding a small kalash filled with rice, turmeric, and rose petals. "Welcome to your new home, Ishani," she said, her voice warm and welcoming. "May this house be blessed with love, health, and prosperity."
Ishani smiled, touched by the kind gesture.
After the brief but meaningful grah pravesh ceremony, Trisha led the newlyweds to the dining table, which was laden with an array of traditional delicacies.
"This is the oonjal," Trisha explained, motioning towards the beautifully decorated swing. "It's a tradition in our family for the newlyweds to swing together on this day."
Armaan smiled at Ishani, holding out his hand to her. "Shall we?" he asked, his eyes dancing with excitement.
Ishani took Armaan's hand, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Of course," she replied, her voice lilting with joy.
They took their seats on the swing, their bodies gently swaying back and forth as Trisha, Siddharth, and Mira, along with other close family members, pushed the swing. The sweet melody of wedding songs filled the air, adding to the romantic atmosphere.
As the newlyweds sat on the swing, their eyes never left each other's faces, their love for each other deepening with each passing moment.
As the evening drew to a close, Trisha led the newlyweds to the master bedroom, a sensual haven adorned with fragrant flowers and silken fabrics. The soft glow of candles and the gentle notes of soothing music created an intimate atmosphere, inviting the newlyweds to embark on their journey of marital bliss.
Ishani's heart raced as Armaan pulled her close, his gaze intensifying with each moment. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
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