Through The Gateway Of Love: A Transformative Journey Of Love

HITCHED FOR LIFE

Hey Everyone!!

The most awaited chapter is here. (Long Chapter)

Enjoy reading

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Prithvi's Pov

The air crackled with excitement, a symphony of laughter and music. My brothers, my sister, my friends - all were swept up in the vibrant chaos of the wedding, their joy a contagious force.

I saw Dadi Sa, her eyes shimmering with tears, clapping along to the beat, a testament to the emotions welling within her as she witnessed her grandson's wedding.

My own heart thrummed with a different rhythm, a blend of nervousness, excitement, and a potent dose of impatience. It had been an entire day since I last spoke to my love, Avantika. The morning call, answered by Papa, had left me speechless, a stark reminder of her impending departure from her family. Baba and Kaka's words had only amplified the sentiment She is leaving her house she spent years.

As we neared the venue, the majestic palace revealed itself, adorned with exquisite decorations. The banner at the front gate proclaimed in bold letters 'Prithvijit Singh Sisodia Weds Avantika Sharma' My gaze fell upon the hashtag our siblings had created '#Prithika' a simple yet powerful fusion of our names. My heart did a joyful somersault, a sense of belonging washing over me.

Dismounting from the horse, I felt the eyes of everyone fixed upon me, paving the way for me to walk towards the entrance, flanked by my brothers. Their faces radiated readiness for the inevitable negotiation. Avantika's sisters, however, were no less eager to fight for their 'rightful' share.

"Welcome Jiju!" Omaya chirped, holding a thali brimming with vermilion, rice, flowers, and sweets. The scissors, however, were missing. They were clearly prepared for the traditional 'entry fee' ritual.

I stood before them, a gentle smile playing on my lips. Omaya and her cousins, along with Yashi Bhabhi, greeted me with wide smiles. But the glares emanating from a different direction made me acutely conscious.

My eyes landed on the three tiny terrors - Amisha, Nirvaan, and Darsh. Darsh's glare was nothing new for me but Nirvaan and Amisha, my usually adorable champs, had their frowns etched with an unusual intensity. Their glares seemed to convey 'You did something, Prithvi!'

I attempted a smile, but they turned away, disappearing into the venue. Moody kids I thought, sighing.

I turned back to Omaya, who applied tilak on my forehead, followed by rice and a shower of flowers. A sweet treat was then thrust into my mouth.

"Scissors!" Karan demanded, his eyes glued to Yashi Bhabhi, who didn't even acknowledge him.

"Dhoond lo" Bhabhi coolly replied with a smirk, before adding "Or, better yet, just pay up the entry fee"

(Go find them)

Omaya, with a mischievous glint in her eye, said "Jiju, we know how wealthy you are, but we won't ask for much, just 90,000"

I chuckled at the blatant attempt to extort money, but remained silent. I wanted to see if my brothers could save me from this inevitable financial drain.

Neil, with a grim face, commented "10,000 bhi kyu chhod diye? Poore 1 lakh maang lete"

(Why even stop at 10,000? You could have easily asked for 1 lakh)

"We just wanted to be considerate, but there's no denying, we can take 1 lakh after all, you're showering us with so much love" Kashish said in her overly sweet voice, her words dripping with sarcasm.