Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The house radiates with an air of joy and festivity, its walls draped in vibrant decorations that shimmer like jewels under the soft glow of twinkling lights. Laughter and music echo through the halls, intertwining with the cheerful squeals of children darting about, their excitement palpable as they engage in games that fill the atmosphere with innocence and happiness.
Relatives, gathered from distant corners, mingle with warm smiles and heartfelt hugs, creating a tapestry of familial love that envelops the day. It is, ostensibly, my wedding day—a day most brides dream of. Yet, beneath the surface of this celebration, an inexplicable weight clings to my heart, a sense of foreboding that shadows the joyous occasion.
Despite the festive surroundings, I grapple with feelings of resentment towards Krish, the man I am to marry. Shadows of doubt cloud my thoughts; I am torn between the expectations of those around me and the turmoil within. My father’s disapproval of this union lingers in my mind, yet my mother has managed to sway him, her gentle persuasion masking my own uncertainty.
This conflict is not unfamiliar; Krish has never been one to show affection or regard for my opinions, leaving me questioning the very foundation of our relationship. Over the past month, the whirlwind of wedding preparations has swept everyone into a frenzy. The rituals—henna, music, and turmeric ceremonies—blur together in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, leaving me awash in a sea of emotions.
Amongst this chaos, I find myself drawn back to Krish, the man I’ve spent the last five years entangled with. He has undergone a transformation, one that is both surprising and captivating.
During the henna ceremony, his attentive nature shone through as he went above and beyond to ensure my comfort. From arranging an extra air-conditioned room to deftly helping me tidy my hair, his gestures were unexpected and sweet, even requiring him to assert himself with the henna artist when things went awry.
