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Hariday stood in front of the magnificent mandapa, his eyes wide with amazement. The structure was adorned with an exquisite arrangement of flowers in shades of pink, white, and yellow, creating a mesmerizing canopy that seemed to glow under the soft lights. The murmurs of the guests filled the air, blending with the laughter and whispers that added to the lively atmosphere. Waiters moved gracefully, ensuring that everything was in order.
Hariday glanced down at his attire, realizing he was dressed in a splendid sherwani. The intricate embroidery and the rich fabric made him look regal. Just then, his mother, Falguni, entered the room, holding a turban. She approached Hariday with a blank expression, adjusting the turban on his head. Hariday tried to ask her what was happening, but she didn't respond; her gaze was distant and unreadable.
Anvika, his elder sister, walked over to him. As she was about to leave, Hariday caught her hand and asked, "What is this?"
Anvika smiled warmly and replied, "What are you saying? This is your wedding."
Hariday's eyes widened in shock. "My wedding? With whom?" he asked, trying to process the information.
Anvika laughed softly. "It was you who wanted the wedding in a hurry, and now you're asking such silly questions?" She placed her hand gently on his cheek. "With the love of your life, Mahalaxmi, your 'Maha'."
As if on cue, Hariday's vision shifted, and he saw Mahalaxmi walking towards him. She looked ethereal in a stunning red saree, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. She moved with grace, and her presence seemed to tower over everything else. Hariday was captivated, wishing that this moment could last forever.
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