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The next day, the Arora mansion was full of excitement. It was 4 PM, and Siya's room was busy with makeup artists and hairstylists, getting her ready to be a beautiful bride. Amid the chaos, Siya thought about her dark brown mehendi, which showed how much Abhimanyu cared for her, just as she had hoped.
As the last touches were being made, Siya sat in the middle of the room, looking stunning in a rouge pink lehenga that faded to hot pink at the hem. Her beige blouse, sheer pink dupatta, and matching veil were all detailed with golden threads. The design was elegant and classic.
In the next room, Purvi, Tanya, and Aarti waited eagerly to see Siya's bridal look. When the curtains were pulled back and Siya appeared, everyone gasped.
Tanya's eyes widened. "Siya, you look... amazing," she whispered, tears in her eyes.
Aarti moved closer to Siya but then noticed Purvi, standing frozen with tears streaming down her face. "Purvi, what's wrong?" Aarti asked, worried.
Purvi wiped her tears, struggling to speak. "How could I not cry? She's wearing my wedding lehenga—the one I wore when I married Virajas. Time has flown by, and I didn't even realize it was the one Siya mentioned from Sabyasachi. Seeing her in it now... it brings back so many memories."
Tanya and Aarti gasped, understanding Purvi's emotions. Aarti turned to Siya. "You look so beautiful, Siya. This surprise... it's really touched us. In a time when brides pick new lehengas, you chose to honor tradition and your mother."
Siya smiled, tears welling up. "This was for you, Ma. I wanted to wear this lehenga when I leave this house for the last time." Aarti nodded. "We may be neighbors, but leaving your childhood home is always emotional. Purvi and I understand that."
Purvi stepped forward and hugged Siya tightly. "You've made me so proud. You look so beautiful."
The room was filled with both laughter and tears as the women shared this special moment. Soon, it was time for Siya to go down to the mandap. The makeup artists and hairstylists finished their work, and the final touch—a delicate bindi—was added.
Virajas stood in the hallway, his heart racing with excitement and a little sadness. He had been waiting to see his daughter, Siya, as a bride. The sounds of wedding preparations filled the house, but his eyes were only on the door to Siya's room.
When the door opened, Purvi came out first, tears in her eyes. She walked to Virajas, unable to hold back her emotions.
"Purvi, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned, taking her hand gently. Purvi shook her head, unable to speak for a moment. She looked back at the room, where Siya was stepping out in the rouge pink lehenga. "It's... it's Siya," she finally managed to say, her voice full of emotion.
Virajas turned and saw his daughter, looking radiant in the lehenga Purvi had worn on their wedding day. His breath caught in his throat.
"Purvi, is that...?" he asked, his voice breaking. Purvi nodded, tears flowing freely. "Yes, Virajas. It's my wedding lehenga. Siya wanted to wear it as a surprise for me. She told me it was from Sabyasachi, but I didn't realize it until now. Seeing her in it, our little girl... it's overwhelming."
