Suharika's declaration caught Rudransh off guard. How could she agree to marry him without even having a proper conversation? His mind raced, and he finally managed to utter her name.
"Suharika Ji?"
She responded, "Ji, Rudransh Ji?"
His voice, calm...
Thode se comments se gareeb author ka bhala koi karta hi nahi... Author crying 😭😭😭.
Author's POV:
It was 4 a.m., The morning of the big day. Rathores, Roys, and Singhs were up already, as there were many rituals to perform. The guests were not needed so they were sleeping. Firstly, Rudransh and Suharika were again applied Haldi.
It is believed that haldi rasam is done to prevent evil spirits from harming the to-be-wed couple. In Indian customs, turmeric's bright yellow color is highly auspicious. The couple, who are beginning their new life together, is blessed with prosperity thanks to the good fortune of this element and its color.
In addition to its ability to beautify, purify, and detoxify, haldi is also thought to lessen some of the anxiety that the bride and groom experience. Turmeric contains an antioxidant called curcumin, which has been shown to have mild antidepressant and headache-relieving properties.
After the haldi, they were taken back to their rooms for bathing.
As the first rays of dawn kissed the temple courtyard, Sanyukta Dadi emerged, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight. She wore a crimson saree, its folds echoing the warmth of her heart. Her eyes crinkled with love as she approached Suharika, who stood near the sacred fire, ready for her Gauri Poojan.
Suharika's Look:
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(Gauri Puja allows brides to seek divine intervention from Goddess Parvati for a happy and prosperous married life.)
Suharika's gaze met Sanyukta Dadi's, and in that silent exchange, generations of wisdom flowed. The kohl-lined eyes held secrets—of love, loss, and resilience.
Sanyukta Dadi Dadi took kajal from her eyes and With a gentle touch, she traced the outline of Suharika's ear, the kohl leaving a delicate mark.
Sanyukta: Maa Parvati apki raksha karein... Apko buri nazar se bachahyein...
Suharika:Are humari pyari dadi, apke hote hue koi himmat kar sakta hai humein galat niyat se aankh utha kar ke dekhne ki...?
Both of them giggled.
As the sun climbed higher, bathing the temple in golden hues, Suharika felt a warmth radiate from her ear. It wasn't just the kajal; it was the love woven into its application—the love of a grandmother who had seen seasons change, empires rise and fall, and hearts mend.
And so, as Suharika completed her Gauri Poojan, she carried not only the blessings of Goddess Parvati but also the whispered love of Sanyukta Dadi. The kohl mark behind her ear became a talisman—a reminder that love, like kajal, could protect and heal.🧿
It was the time for the Choora ceremony. (Pronounced: Chooda)
Suharika sat gracefully on the chauki, her white and red dress a vibrant contrast against the rustic wooden surface. The intricate henna patterns on her hands told stories of love, commitment, and the promise of a new beginning.
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Aryamaan, her elder brother, and her protector stood nearby. His eyes held a mixture of reverence and responsibility. The weight of tradition rested on his shoulders—the absence of Suharika's Mama and Mami meant that he was now the rightful custodian of this sacred ritual.
The choora, a set of ivory and red bangles, lay delicately arranged on a silver plate. Each bangle symbolized blessings, longevity, and the unbreakable bond between husband and wife. Aryamaan picked up the choora, his fingers trembling slightly. He had witnessed countless ceremonies, but this one felt different—a merging of past and present, of memories and promises.
As the priest chanted ancient verses, Aryamaan slid the choora onto Suharika's wrists. The bangles clinked softly, their resonance echoing through the hall.
Suharika touched her choora, feeling the weight of tradition and Aryamaan's unwavering presence. The ceremony was complete, but her journey had just begun.
Aryamaan, his eyes glossy:Itni jaldi kyun badi ho gayi...?
Suharika, holding back her tears:Maine to bola tha samay se thamne ko, wo ruka hi nahi... Bola main aaj tak na kisi ke liye ruka hoon, na hi ruk paunga...
With this being said, both siblings wrapped arms around each other, lost in the thought of how time never stops.
Aryamaan made Suharika wear a gold kada, wrapped and covered in a hankey. That can only be unwrapped after the wedding rituals of Rudransh and Suharika are completed.
The gold kada, concealed within the folds of a delicate handkerchief, held promises yet to unfold. Its weight symbolized not just the metal but the unbreakable bond between Suharika and Rudransh.
I don't know what happened to me, but I didn't feel like writing after this. This became an appropriate ending for the chapter... I don't want to ruin this...
Will reveal Choora later.
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~Rahasya ❣️
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