तू नज्म नज्म सा मेरे~
होठों पे ठहर जा
मैं ख्वाब ख्वाब सा तेरी~
आंखों में जागूं रे
तू इश्क इश्क सा मेरे ~
रूह में आके बस जा
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Author Pov
Finally, the moment arrived. Aryan, dressed in his magnificent sherwani, climbed into the elaborately decorated Rath.
The chariot was a sight to behold, adorned with fresh flowers and shimmering silk that fluttered in the gentle breeze.
His heart pounded with anticipation as the chariot began its slow journey towards the entrance of the estate.
Beside him, Ayesha beamed with excitement, her eyes shining with joy. "It's time, bhaiya. Are you ready?" she asked, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
Aryan took a deep breath, his nerves steadying. "Yes, Ayesha. I'm ready."
As the Rath approached the grand entrance, Aryan's parents, along with a retinue of relatives and close friends, gathered to welcome him.
The air was electric with anticipation, and the rhythmic beat of the dhol drums grew louder, resonating through the grounds.
The scene was one of vibrant colors and joyous celebration. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, lined the path, cheering and clapping as the Rath came to a halt.
The atmosphere was filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the chatter of excited voices.
As Aryan stepped down gracefully from the chariot, his presence commanded attention. He looked every bit the regal groom, his demeanor exuding confidence and charm.
He was accompanied by his parents, both beaming with pride, and a retinue of relatives and close friends.
Ayesha, trailing behind her brother, was the picture of elegance in her vibrant pink lehenga. Her laughter rang out amidst the festivities, adding to the joyous atmosphere.
On the bride's side, anticipation ran high. Suman stood at the threshold, a vision in her resplendent purple saree. Her heart swelled with emotion as she watched Aryan's grand arrival.
Beside her, Mamta performed the aarti, a ceremonial welcome, with reverence and love.
As Mamta circled the aarti plate, her eyes met Aryan's. She offered a warm smile, though her heart held a mix of emotions.
She couldn't deny the grandeur of the moment, but it also brought a pang of envy. The opulence of Aryan's arrival was a stark contrast to her own modest life.
However, not all hearts were filled with warmth and joy. Meera watched the scene unfold with simmering envy. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the grandeur of the groom's arrival.
She had always felt overshadowed by Aryan's family's wealth and status, and today was no different.
As the aarti concluded, the air was filled once more with the melodious strains of traditional music.
The band struck up the lively tune of "Daamad ji angna mai padhare", signaling the moment for the groom's grand entrance into the wedding venue.
Aryan, surrounded by Manisha's cousins and close friends, was welcomed with exuberant dance and celebration.
Darsh led the dance troupe with effortless charm. His movements were a perfect blend of tradition and modernity, captivating the audience.
Shruti joined in with graceful steps, her smile radiant as she twirled in her ornate purple attire.
