ISHQ IBAADAT 💗

9. Shattered Roses ✨

Author's POV:

The grand Raisinghania Palace stood tall like a shimmering jewel in the heart of Jaipur, glowing beneath the star-kissed sky. The entire place was bathed in the soft golden light of chandeliers, while white and red roses were draped like royalty across the arches, pillars, and staircases. It was nothing short of a fairy tale brought to life.

A soft breeze carried the scent of fresh roses and rich perfume. The subtle sound of violins played in the background, blending gently with the low hum of chatter and laughter. Strings of lights twinkled like stars, reflecting in the glasses of champagne being served around.

At one corner, the bar counter was buzzing. At another, the dance floor came alive with couples swaying to soft jazz. The buffet was laid out like a royal feast - from Mughlai to Mediterranean, everything imaginable was served in delicate silverware.

In the midst of it all, the family members were glowing in pride and joy. Elders sat chatting, sipping mocktails and smiling at the beautiful décor, while the younger ones laughed, clicked selfies, and danced with full energy. The environment was warm, grand, and joyously chaotic.

Suddenly-

The lights dimmed slightly. A soft hush spread across the hall. And then...

A spotlight hit the stage.

There stood Reyansh Raisinghania, dressed in an elegant black tuxedo with a crimson pocket square that matched the roses of the night. He held the mic with his signature playful grin.

"Ladies and gentlemen... tonight is not just any party..."
He paused for effect, letting the soft claps begin.
"Today we're gathered to celebrate the two stars of this evening... the reason behind this sparkle, this music, this celebration."

A playful twinkle lit his eyes.

"...Our newly wedded couples!" he declared loudly with enthusiasm.

The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

"But wait... where are our lovely couples?" Reyansh asked with mock confusion, pretending to look around. "Lights, please!"

FLASH!

Two separate spotlights lit up across the grand hall.

One landed on Agastya and Adhrika, standing by a decorative archway. Agastya, in a tailored charcoal-black suit, stood proud and dashing with a subtle smirk on his face. His hand instinctively found Adhrika's. She looked stunning in a wine-colored shimmer saree, her hair cascading in soft waves, eyes shining in surprise and shyness. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink as everyone clapped and cheered. Agastya leaned close and whispered something that made her smile through her blush.

The second spotlight hit Shivay and Shridha. Shivay, in a deep navy blue sherwani with intricate golden embroidery, stood with quiet intensity. His eyes were fixed on Shridha - who looked breathtaking in an ivory lehenga with crimson roses embroidered all over, her nose-pin glittering as her face dipped slightly with shyness. Yet her hand trembled a little as his name echoed in the background. Shivay noticed. Without saying a word, he gently placed his hand over hers. She looked up - startled - and found his gaze soft, protective. Her nervous breath eased a bit as she gave a small nod.

"Wooohoooo!" Reyansh shouted, snapping everyone's attention back to the stage.

"Now that our lovebirds are here... let the celebration begin!" he declared with flair.

Confetti cannons exploded on cue. Rose petals rained from above. The music changed into a soft, romantic instrumental, and couples were invited to the dance floor for a slow dance.