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ISHWARLAL'S POV :
Ishwarlal Rajput sat in front of the majestic statue of Hanuman, lovingly addressing him as Anjani Suta. The temple's serene atmosphere seemed to amplify his thoughts, and he found solace in confiding in the deity.
"Anjani Suta, my dear Hanuman," he began, his voice tinged with reverence, "I have seen many trials and tribulations in my life, but none weigh heavier on my heart than the well-being of my daughter, Mahalaxmi."
He took a deep breath, memories flooding back to the days when he helped his best friend, Chandra, and his wife, Falguni, leave Bangaon after their marriage. "You remember, don't you? How I mortgaged all my farmland to help Chandra establish the empire he heads today. I never doubted my decision, for Chandra was like a brother to me. But today, my concerns are not about past sacrifices; they are about my daughter's future."
Ishwarlal's thoughts drifted to the conversation he had with Chandra four months ago. Chandra had called, asking for a favor - to let his son, Hariday, live at their house. Although Chandra didn't explicitly mention why, it was clear to Ishwarlal that Hariday was spoiled, taking nothing seriously except his ambition to lead his father's empire. Yet, over time, Ishwarlal had noticed the little moments of closeness between Hariday and Mahalaxmi.
"I see the way he looks at her, Anjani Suta," Ishwarlal continued, his voice softening. "And I see how Mahalaxmi responds. Hariday, despite his flaws, is a good-hearted young man. He is respectful, helpful, and has a charm that is hard to ignore. But my concern is not just about their feelings. It is about what lies ahead."
He paused, feeling a pang of fear in his heart. "Mahalaxmi is my world. After her mother's death, she is all I have. All I want is for her to be happy. But I am scared, Anjani Suta. I feel as though something terrible is looming over us, and I can't shake off this feeling."
Ishwarlal cupped his face with his hands, sighing deeply. "Mahalaxmi is strong, no doubt. And let's say they are both honest about their feelings for each other. But then what? Will Hariday marry her? Will his family accept her?"
His voice grew more somber as he continued, "In our traditions, a woman can only leave her husband's home after her death. There is no point in going back to her maternal home. I fear for Mahalaxmi's future, Anjani Suta. I don't want her heart to break, and I don't want her to face rejection."
Ishwarlal looked up at the statue, seeking comfort and guidance. "Please, Anjani Suta, watch over my daughter. Give her the strength to face whatever comes her way, and if it is in your power, guide Hariday to make the right decisions. All I want is for Mahalaxmi to be happy and safe."
With that, Ishwarlal sighed once more, feeling a mixture of fear, hope, and a deep, abiding love for his daughter.
Back in Delhi:
In the opulent garden of the Dhanraj estate, Yazmin stood as the epitome of bridal elegance, her presence commanding the attention of everyone around. The meticulously manicured garden, a perfect blend of natural beauty and human craftsmanship, provided an exquisite backdrop for the photo shoot commissioned by The Knot Magazine.
