MOMMA BY CHOICE

Chapter 30

So, let's get started...

The days for wedding were coming closer ...

The evening air was alive with the fragrance of rose petals and the soft melody of classical ragas, setting the perfect ambiance for the mehendi celebration.

Meera wore a resplendent lehenga, its fabric a canvas of deep green silk adorned with intricate gold embroidery that traced delicate patterns of blooming jasmine and trailing vines. The skirt flowed gracefully around her ankles, whispering with each step she took. The blouse, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, shimmered with sequins that caught the light, transforming her every movement into a dance of sparkle and shadow.

Her dupatta, draped elegantly over one shoulder, added a touch of regal grace with its sheer fabric embellished with a border of gleaming zardozi work. Tiny pearls and beads dangled from its edges, tinkling softly like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

Meera sat amidst a circle of mehendi artists, her palms adorned with intricate henna patterns that mirrored the delicate designs. Laughter and whispered conversations filled the air as the women shared stories, teasing Meera gently about the journey that awaited her.

Across the courtyard, under a canopy draped with fairy lights, Vihan watched Meera with a mixture of awe and adoration. Dressed in a crisp kurta and a smile that never seemed to fade, he found himself captivated by the way her eyes sparkled with excitement and joy.

He couldn't help but steal glances whenever he thought she wasn't looking, his heart skipping a beat each time their eyes met.

Gayatri and Abhimanyu were busy in arranging everything perfectly, but their faces showed immense happiness for vihan and meera...

Little Veer, barely a year old, was the center of adoration at the mehendi ceremony. His tiny frame was dressed in a kurta pajama, crafted from the softest cotton and adorned with playful motifs that mirrored the intricate designs of the mehendi patterns adorning his mother's hands.

A small tikka adorned his forehead, a symbol of blessings and protection, placed tenderly by his grandmother amidst gentle coos of affection.

As the evening progressed, the tempo of the celebration rose. The music shifted to upbeat Bollywood numbers, and the invited members took turns dancing around Meera and Vihan, showering them with blessings and playful teasing. Amidst the swirl of colors and laughter, Vihan found himself drawn closer to Meera, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence.

Meera, sensing Vihan's gaze upon her, felt her cheeks flush with a mixture of happiness and anticipation. She stole a shy glance at him and found him already looking back, his eyes filled with an unspoken promise of love and devotion. Emboldened by the music and the festive spirit, she gestured for him to join her amidst the circle of women.

With a grin that lit up his face, Vihan accepted the invitation without hesitation. He knelt beside Meera, his heart racing with excitement as he took her hand delicately in his. The women around them erupted in cheers and applause, teasing Vihan playfully as they encouraged him to apply henna on Meera's hands according to tradition.

As Vihan carefully traced the patterns on Meera's palms, their fingers brushed ever so lightly, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. Meera closed her eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of Vihan's touch and the depth of emotions that swirled within her. For Vihan, each stroke of henna became a silent vow, a pledge to cherish and protect Meera for the rest of their lives.

Vihan too, have applied henna as per traditions, watching him... veer too whined for henna. Not knowing what it is and it will feel cold on his tiny hands... On veer's continuous whining, vihan gestured henna artist to draw little something on veer's little palm.. Henna artist nods and draw a small round design and veer squeals in joy seeing the design on his small palm... He kept moving his tiny palm here and there in joy... He tried to kiss the design, but thankfully, vihan caught his hand on time.