Oneshots- S3 (Completed)

68| All Yours

The sky was a canvas of orange and pink, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the quiet village of Palashpur.

The villagers were winding down their day, the hustle of daily life giving way to the peaceful chirping of birds preparing for the night. Among them, Nischay walked with purpose his mind swirling with thoughts.

Nischay was a man of few words, known for his wisdom and gentle demeanor. He had seen many seasons, both in nature and in life but today, something weighed heavily on him. The village elder had spoken to him that morning, presenting a request that would change his life forever.

"Nischay, it is time," the elder had said, his voice calm yet firm. "Y/n is of age now and it is your duty to protect her. To guide her."

Nischay had looked into the elder's eyes, understanding the unspoken words. The tradition of their village was clear.

Nischay was to marry Y/n, a girl much younger than him for almost a lifetime between them. It was a custom that had withstood the test of time, a bond not just of love but of responsibility, a merging of past and future.

As he approached the small, thatched house at the edge of the village, Nischay's heart was heavy. Y/n was inside, waiting.

She was known for her bright spirit, her laughter that could light up even the darkest of days. She was young, full of dreams yet to be realized.

He knocked softly on the door and it creaked open. Y/n stood before him, her eyes wide, a mixture of anticipation and fear dancing in them.

She was dressed simply in a traditional sari that her mother had given her, the fabric shimmering in the evening light.

"Nischay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You are here."

Nischay nodded, stepping inside. The room was small but cozy, the scent of incense lingering in the air.

He noticed the small things-how meticulously she had arranged the flowers in a vase, the way the light filtered through the window, casting a golden hue on everything it touched.

"Y/n," Nischay began, his voice steady. "We have known each other for years. I have watched you grow and seen you become the woman you are today."

Y/n looked down, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sari. "I have always respected you Nischay. But this....this is different and it is overwhelming for me."

Nischay took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "I understand how you feel. This is not just a marriage Y/n. It is a bond of trust and of protection. I want you to know that I will always be here for you. As your husband, yes but also as a friend, as a mentor."

Y/n raised her eyes to meet his, searching for something in his gaze. "Will it be enough Nischay? This duty, this responsibility? Can it ever turn into love?"

Nischay's expression softened. "Love is not something that happens overnight. It is like a seed Y/n. It needs time, care and patience to grow. I cannot promise you love today but I can promise you respect and a commitment to build something meaningful together."

Y/n sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "I believe in you but I am scared Nischay. Scared of losing who I am, of becoming someone I am not."

Nischay moved closer, his hand gently touching her arm. "You would not lose yourself Y/n. I would not let that happen. We will find a way to make this work where both of us can be who we are, yet still by being together."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of their conversation hanging in the air. Y/n looked at Nischay, her heart pounding in her chest.

He was much older, his face lined with experience, his eyes filled with the wisdom of someone who had lived through more than she could imagine. But there was a kindness there, a promise of safety.

"Okay," Y/n said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will trust you Nischay."

Nischay smiled, a warmth spreading through him. "Thank you Y/n. That means more to me than you know."

The days that followed were a blur of preparations. The village buzzed with excitement, the air filled with the sounds of celebration.

Nischay watched as Y/n was drawn into the festivities, her laughter ringing out as she was surrounded by friends and family. Yet, there was still a part of her that seemed distant, lost in thought.

On the day of the wedding, the sky was a brilliant blue, the sun shining down on the village. Nischay stood at the altar, having his heart steady and his mind clear.

He knew this was the right thing to do, that this union was not just about tradition but about forging a future together.

Y/n approached, her steps slow with her eyes fixed on Nischay. She looked beautiful, a vision in red and gold and her hair adorned with jasmine flowers. As she reached the altar, she hesitated, her gaze meeting his.

"Nischay," she began, her voice trembling. "I have been thinking....about us from some few days, about this marriage and I think...."

Nischay nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"I want to give our marriage a chance," she said, her voice gaining strength. "I want to try and make this work. But I need you to promise me something."

"Anything," Nischay replied without hesitation.

"Promise me that you will always see me as an equal, that you will never make me feel small because of my age or inexperience."

Nischay reached out, taking her hands in his. "I promise, Y/n. In this marriage, we are equals. We will learn from each other, grow together and build a life that honours both of us."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears but she smiled, a genuine hopeful smile. "Thank you Nischay. I think....I think we can do this."

The ceremony was simple, witnessed by the village that had known them both for so long. As they exchanged vows, there was a sense of something new being forged, not just between them but in the very air around them.

Later that night, as they sat together in their new home, the silence was comfortable. Y/n looked at Nischay, her heart lighter than it had been in days.

"Nischay," she said softly, "tell me about your dreams."

He looked at her, surprised. "My dreams?"

"Yes," she nodded. "We have talked so much about responsibilities and about the future but I want to know about you, the person behind the duty."

Nischay smiled, a rare genuine smile. "My dreams....they are simple. I dream of a life where we can find happiness in the little things, where we can grow old together, sharing stories and laughter together by each other's side."

Y/n listened, her heart warming to his words. "I like that," she said. "I think....I think I can share that dream with you."

As the night wore on, they talked, sharing stories of their pasts, their hopes and their fears.

Slowly, the walls between them began to crumble, replaced by a growing understanding and respect.

And as the first light of dawn broke through the darkness, Nischay looked at Y/n, knowing that while love might take time, they had taken the first step towards something beautiful, something that would grow stronger with each passing day.

Together, they would navigate the complexities of life, finding a balance between tradition and their own desires, forging a bond that was uniquely theirs-a bond built on trust, respect and the promise of something more.

The end☺🌼

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