Peace In the Chaos (On Hold)

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"Ajit ji, I think your daughter would be a perfect match for our Siddhant. I have seen her in our last meet at your wife's birthday. She was so sweet and kind and I think we want that kind of girl for our Siddhant.", Siddhant's grandfather Prithvi and his father Abhimanyu Rathore were gathered for a meet and the topic of the marriage somehow came to the fore front of the discussion. Ajit smiled, and nodded his head. Though their relation have soured and there were no efforts to sweeten it from any end, the thing that still connected was his love for his daughter, and her respect for her father. There were hardly any interactions between the two and the only interaction was when Sanya was in need of something that was of prime importance and she couldn't afford it with her savings.

"That's a really nice thought, Prithvi ji. But this decision can't be solely mine. Sanya has to agree with it too. After all it is her who had to live her life with Siddhant", Ajit replied humbly. He was nice man, and thus was somehow easily manipulated by his wife.

"Of course Ajit, of course. It has to be her call and I wouldn't want it to be any other way. I would also talk to Siddhant about the ordeal and you should let Sanya know it too. I hope she agrees because having her as my granddaughter-in-law would be wonderful for me and my family." Ajit smiled and nodded.

Sanya had her eyes trained on the red carpet with flowers laid on it, and she chuckled inwardly at the irony. Her life's path until here was anything but this carpet of roses. Inhaling a great amount of air and courage she blinked her lashes and dared to look straight, and there he was, the man she was to marry in the next few minutes, the man she knew nothing except his name, Siddhant. His eyes that were already on her, made her shudder and lower her eyes in fear. The thoughts that rushed in her at that eye contact led the way for goosebumps to erupt and her palms to sweat.

"Come my sweet Sanya", Sheetal came forward and rounded her arm around her shoulder. The people around her gushed seeing the love of daughter and mother, and were blind eye to the fingers that were being dug into her shoulder.

"Smile!! Don't look like corpse walking. With that face, all you could you do is smile to make it bearable", Sheetal whispered in her ear. Sanya clenched her teeth and gave her sickening sweet smile.

"Sure father's wife. The smile could definitely make the face bearable. I am bearing yours only because of that fake smile", Sanya retorted, leaving Sheetal fuming and digging her nails deeply in her shoulder. Sanya showed no sign of pain.

"You...."

"Smile Mrs. Singh people are looking and they should be able to bear your face no"

"Come beta" Sanya heard another voice and turned to the direction to find a woman with a sweet smile on her face. Her smile was genuine and to differentiate between smiles wasn't difficult for Sanya. She nodded at her and freeing herself from the clutches of her father's wife she made her way to the woman who further walked her to the mandap. She found that the woman was her mother-in-law.

Siddhant looked at her, and goodness he knew he was taking the right decision when he trusted his grandfather. She was beautiful, with her big kholed eyes, the perfectly shaped lips painted in some shade of red which he don't know about, her cheeks dusted in pink, and little nose. The wavy locks kissing her face now and then. Everything about her was beautiful. Sanya was able to feel his eyes on her, but she dare not look at him.

"Sit beta" the woman said. Sanya smiled at her, or atleast she tried to. Smiling came rare to her.

The priest was quick to begin the chanting, and people watched the exchange, some with attention while other only to be physically present while their minds somehow rested in their stomach. It was wedding and this is common.