Three brothers are standing in front of the door of their sister's room who is getting ready to leave them forever , to go to her husband's house.
Their POV
The three of us stood at the door, side by side, unable to take our eyes off her. Our Choti, now a bride, stood before us, dressed in her bridal attire. The red lehenga she wore shimmered under the soft lights, its intricate gold embroidery making her look like a queen. She was beautiful, elegant, and every bit the woman we always knew she’d become. But to us, she was still the little girl we had raised together, the one we had protected, teased, and cherished.Each of us felt it differently, yet the same—a deep, bittersweet ache. We had been there for every moment of her life, from her first steps to her first words, from the nights she cried to the days she laughed with us. We had been her brothers, her protectors, and in many ways, her parents too. And now, here she was, ready to start a new chapter of her life, and we were the ones who had to let her go. The thought twisted something inside each of us, a mix of pride, love, and loss.
Together, we stepped forward, each of us reaching out to her in our own way. One of us adjusted her dupatta, another touched her hand, and the third straightened her necklace. It was such a small gesture, but it felt like the last thing we could do for her as her brothers, as the ones who had tried to be everything she needed.
“You look stunning,” Abhimaan whispered, his voices thick with emotion.
“Just like Ma.” told Rudraveer trying to keep his tears hidden from her.
It was the highest compliment we could give, for she reminded us so much of our mother—graceful, strong, and kind. But as proud as we were, there was a part of us that wasn’t ready to let go. We lingered, our hands resting on her shoulders, trying to hold on to this moment, to her, to everything we had shared.
“We’re so proud of you . And we’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” came out of Suryabaan's mouth. It was a promise, one we had made to ourselves and to her, and one we would keep for the rest of our lives. She squeezed our hands, and in that simple gesture, we felt everything—her love, her gratitude, and her own bittersweet acceptance of what today meant.
Maybe, it was really time for her to step into her new life and we will be there for her in each of her step.
Author's POV
Her brothers needed to go to welcome the baarat. So they went and after that Advika stood alone in her chamber, her gaze fixed on the ornate mirror before her. The weight of the lehenga, adorned with intricate gold embroidery, felt heavy against her skin, as if it carried not just the richness of her royal lineage but also the expectations of an entire legacy. Her heart pounded erratically, caught between excitement and an uneasy dread.
Advika's POV
As I look at my reflection, the weight of the lehenga and dupatta feels almost too much to bear. Is this really happening? I think, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Am I truly ready for this? The gravity of the moment is overwhelming, and I find myself longing for the carefree days of my childhood—playing in the palace gardens, laughing with friends, and savoring the simple joys of life. Those days now seem distant, overshadowed by the reality of stepping into a new chapter of my life.
Time skip
Here Suryansh is performing the initial rituals before Advika's procession. But his entire mind is one his queen. Thinking about their happy moments, their future, their dreams.
It would be an understatement to say he is not excited. He has already asked Panditji more than 10 times to hurry the rituals and call his princess. And finally after what felt like eternity, he heard his favourite sound, the sound of anklets, the one he gifted his Advi and requested her to wear them for their wedding day.
As he watches her approach the mandap, he is momentarily stunned into silence. The sight of her in her wedding attire, resplendent and elegant, takes his breath away. The intricate red lehenga, with its shimmering gold embroidery, accentuates her beauty, making her look like a vision from a dream. The dupatta draped over her head frames her face with such grace that it feels almost otherworldly.
His heart races, overwhelmed by a mixture of awe and emotion. *This is the woman I am about to marry,* he thinks, a wave of pride and love washing over him. Her eyes, lined with kohl and sparkling with emotion, meet his, and in that instant, everything else fades away. The weight of the ceremony and the significance of the day become profoundly real.
He notices every detail—the delicate jewelry that catches the light, the way her lehenga moves with each step she takes, and the radiant smile that lights up her face. Each element of her attire seems to embody the grace and beauty he has always admired, now amplified by the significance of this moment.
As she draws closer, his feelings deepen. *She is stunning beyond words,* he reflects, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy. *This is the start of our life together, and she looks more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.*
In that moment, he is filled with a profound sense of commitment and excitement for the future. The sight of her, coming toward him in her wedding attire, marks the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, and he feels incredibly blessed to be sharing it with her.
Their eyes met and that eye contact spoke volumes. Telling them everything they are thinking all the expectations, all the insecurities, all of the hopes , dreams and more.
They completed all the rituals, not for once breaking the eye contact as if assuring each other that everything will be fine. Like this they unified for eternity.
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