Shades Of Desire : Lust OR Love (18+)

Wedding -06

Author pov:-

A granite statue of simmering fury, a ticking time bomb of repressed rage. His eyes, two frozen lakes of icy disdain, glacial and unyielding, seem to bore holes of contempt into the soul. His face, a chiseled mask of stone, a canvas of cold calculation, reveals nothing but a faint twitch of disgust. His lips, a thin, cruel line, a gash of displeasure, seem to curl in perpetual scorn.

His presence, a dark cloud of malevolence, casts a shadow of hostility, a palpable aura of loathing. Every movement, a jerky, staccato gesture, betrays a seething cauldron of resentment, a volcano of anger waiting to erupt. A vessel of vitriol, a vessel of venom, a heart of stone, a soul on fire with hatred . The wish he had expressed long ago is going to be fulfilled today.

"Bhai, Don't make such a dangerous face, people will get scared, you are going to married, a little smile will not reduce your muscles"
Yug whispered in his ear. But for him this was not a matter of happiness. He made quiet by glaring at him with his icy cold eyes just like a mother makes her son quiet with her eyes.

The wedding hall , a kaleidoscope of colors, a symphony of splendor, a tapestry of traditions. The air is alive with the sweet scent of incense, the soft glow of diyas, and the gentle hum of anticipation. The walls, adorned with intricate frescoes, seem to dance with the vibrant hues of turbans and saris.
The floor, a canvas of creativity, is painted with delicate rangoli designs, a sacred welcome mat for the divine. The ceiling, a canopy of celebration, is adorned with glittering lanterns, a celestial showcase of joy. The atmosphere is electric with excitement, a heady mix of laughter, music, and merriment.

Rakshita pov:-

"You just say should I take you away?" She said with her concerned eyes
"Now I don't want to go anywhere nor do I want to run away, I am ready"
"But look at the face of your groom, you are ready but not we, your dream has not been fulfilled yet." He said while holding my hands .
Saransh Malhotra and Sakshi Sinha.These two donkeys are my best friends when I was 5 years old. Or you can also say that agar mai marungi to dono ko lekar marna hoga risk piche to chod nahi sakte .

They knows about all my secrets which maybe even my family members might not know. There is just one thing that they do not know and I cannot tell them which I have kept hidden deep in the corner of my heart.
"Are yaar, she went back to her so called world of imagination , gaadi bheju ya khud aayegi " she said to her while shaking and screaming vigorously.

"What are you doing guys, since when? Now let's go quickly, the muhurta has already started" his brother said .
"Bhai All this is happening, why is it happening, you know it, right?"
"Yes, I know it, but don't worry, have faith on me that everything is happening right and it is happening for your sake only."
My brother Aditya Rai, who himself is the owner of our LUXURY company, I have trusted him every time, that is why I am trusting him again with my eyes closed, just hope it does not break.I thought this in my mind.

Yashraj pov:-

I was doing the all rituals which Pandit ji was saying and he told his brother to bring the bride. And when I saw him my breath got stuck in my lungs as if I had forgotten how to take it. My eyelashes also stopped blinking as it was saying that this opportunity will not come again and again and.
I shamelessly believed it and was ogling like creep. For a moment I had completely forgotten why I was doing all this. After seeing her I felt happy that no one else will see what I saw from her today because now she is my wife.

Her lehenga: a kaleidoscope of colors, a symphony of silken threads, a masterpiece of elegance, draped majestically on her body. The intricate embroidery, a delicate dance of diamonds and pearls, shimmers like fireflies on a summer's night, illuminating her beauty. The lehenga's flowing folds, a gentle cascade of silk, ripple like a summer breeze, caressing her curves.
The delicate hem, a whisper of wonder, kisses her ankles, as if beckoning her to take the first step into a new world. The lehenga's vibrant hues, a rainbow of joy, paint her body with a kaleidoscope of colors, a living, breathing work of art. As she moves, the lehenga flows like a river of gold, a shimmering aura that surrounds her, a testament to her beauty, a celebration of her love.