An arranged love story of two independent individuals who values their family traditions and culture. What happens when they meet each other and enter each others lives? Let's dive in to see how they manage their professional and personal life. Let'...
The next morning was chaotic. As I bathed, Hukum arrived at our haveli for the Bashya Mujra ritual. The ladies of my family offered him milk and dry fruits, initiating the day's festivities.
Moomal Jeeja and Kratu helped me get ready like a bride again, adorning me in my poshak and intricate jewelry, from rakhdi to bichiya. It took an hour to complete my look.
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Just then, Yuvi Bhabha entered the room, inquiring if we were ready. Hukum joined me in the maya room, holding the gathjoda. They guided us through the Devta Dhok ritual.
We proceeded to our farm, where a small temple awaited. Hukum stepped out of the car, and Moomal Jeeja and Bhuasa assisted me, holding my hands. We walked toward the chuthra, a sacred platform housing the deity.
Seated together, Nayan Ji presented hot dungcakes. Hukum poured ghee on them, and I prayed with joined hands. The jyot arrived, and we offered coconut and sweets. We entwined our hands, bowing to the divine. And then he filled my hair partition with vermillion once again in front of our devi devta.
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Rising, Kratu and Moomal Jeeja supported my heavy lehnga as we made our way back to the car, parked outside the farm to avoid the sand.
Exhausted and famished, I sighed in relief. The previous day's fast, followed by the pheras, had left me weak. Today, tradition dictated I abstain from food before Devta Dhok.
After returning home, we proceeded to the maya room for the next rituals. Bhabhisa was well-prepared, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement.
The Ring Finding Ceremony, also known as the "Anguthi Dhundho" ritual, was about to begin. This tradition dictates that whoever finds the ring in three rounds will have the upper hand in the marriage.
Bhabhisa carefully placed the ring into a water mixture infused with milk, rose petals, and rose water. Alongside the ring, seven sacred items were added, including a coin, haldi stick, and other auspicious elements.
With anticipation building, Hukum and I dipped our hands into the mixture. I began searching frantically, moving my hand in all directions, while Hukum remained still, his hand motionless.
