SHADOWS OF DESIRES

chapter 2

  The private jet descended gracefully, a symbol of the Suryawanshi family’s status and influence. Inside, Abhiman sat with his family, his demeanor relaxed and anticipating the upcoming celebration. The warmth of family ties filled the air as they prepared to land.

  As the jet touched down, a convoy of cars awaited them, ready to take them to the grand wedding venue. The drive was filled with lively chatter, and Abhiman’s usual sternness softened in the presence of his loved ones.

  Arriving at Jaipur Palace, the grandeur of the preparations took their breath away. The palace was adorned with vibrant marigold and rose garlands, colorful drapes, and twinkling fairy lights. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the aroma of traditional Indian dishes being prepared for the upcoming feast.

  As they stepped out of the cars, Abhiman’s cousin, Vikram, rushed forward, a wide grin spreading across his face.

  “Abhiman! You made it, you son of a bitch!” Vikram exclaimed, pulling him into a bear hug.

  “Of course, I did, you bastard! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Abhiman laughed, clapping Vikram on the back.

  The cousins shared a hearty laugh, the kind that only comes from years of shared memories and mischief. Vikram’s parents joined in the welcome, their faces lighting up with genuine happiness.

  “Welcome, welcome! It’s so good to see you all,” Vikram’s mother said, her voice warm and welcoming.

  “Thank you, Aunty. The place looks incredible,” Abhiman’s mother replied, admiring the decorations.

  Inside, the palace was a burst of colors and joy. The walls were covered with tapestries, and every room was filled with relatives catching up, children running around, and laughter echoing through the halls. The women were dressed in vibrant saris and lehengas, the men in elegant sherwanis and kurtas.

  As they made their way through the halls, Abhiman couldn’t help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. Girls, both young and old, were practically drooling over his good looks and commanding presence. Whispered conversations and giggles followed him wherever he went.

  “Man, this place is lit!” Abhiman said, looking around appreciatively.

  “Right? We went all out for this one,” Vikram replied, leading them to the main hall where everyone was gathering.

  In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Abhiman and Vikram found a moment to sit down and catch up.

  “So, how’s the big shot CEO life treating you?” Vikram asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

  “Busy as hell, but you know how it is. Gotta keep the empire running,” Abhiman replied, taking a sip of his drink.

  “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Big Shot. Just don’t forget us little guys,” Vikram laughed, punching Abhiman’s arm playfully.

  “Never, bro. Family comes first,” Abhiman said sincerely, the bond between them evident.

  The conversation flowed easily, filled with jokes, stories of the past, and plans for the future. The festive atmosphere around them only added to the sense of joy and togetherness. The sounds of traditional dhol music and Bollywood hits filled the air as preparations for tomorrow's rituals continued, and the cousins reveled in the anticipation of the grand wedding that awaited them.