You Are My Obsession Till Eternity

Bonus Chapter-4

Author's POV,

At that moment, her father, Dev, entered the room. His footsteps were hesitant, and when he saw Pihu dressed in her bridal attire, his eyes filled with tears. He approached her slowly, taking in the sight of his little gudiya, his doll, looking so grown up and radiant. For a moment, his mind went back to the time when she had worn a wedding dress before—when fear and uncertainty had overpowered every other emotion. But today, seeing her like this, he only felt pride and love.

Dev cleared his throat, trying to mask his emotions. "You look stunning, Pihu," he said softly, his voice cracking. "My little girl, all grown up. It feels like just yesterday you were running around in your school uniform, and now... now you're a bride."

Pihu stood up, her eyes locking with her father's. She could see the struggle in his expression, the way he was fighting to hold back his tears. She reached out and took his hand, her own tears threatening to spill over. "Papa," she said, her voice trembling. "I will always be your little girl, no matter what."

The room was heavy with emotion, everyone caught up in the bittersweet moment. Shivani, sensing the atmosphere becoming too emotional, decided to lighten the mood. With her usual mischief, she piped up, "Uncle, please don't make Pihu cry! If she smudges her makeup, she'll look like a chudail, and then everyone will think Jiju is marrying Manjulika! What if he runs away?"

The tension broke, and everyone burst into laughter. Dev wiped his eyes, shaking his head at Shivani's antics. "Only you could say something like that right now," he chuckled, feeling the heaviness in his heart lift a little.

Pihu smiled through her tears, grateful for Shivani's attempt to lighten the moment. Her heart felt full—full of love for her family, for the memories they shared, and for the future that awaited her. As she was prepared to leave the room, ready to face the world as a bride, she knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would carry these moments and this love with her always.

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Meanwhile, in another room of the mansion, Rudra was getting ready for the most important day of his life. He stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of his blue and gold sherwani. The rich fabric hugged his muscular frame perfectly, the intricate gold embroidery shining under the light, giving him a regal appearance. His hair was neatly styled, and a light stubble accentuated his sharp jawline. He looked every bit the royal groom.

Veer, Akash, and Ankit hovered around him, each making their own comments, teasing him occasionally. They had all grown close over the past few days, their bond strengthened by the impending marriage and the shared joy of bringing Pihu and Rudra together. But Rudra's mind wasn't entirely on their banter. He had been trying to call Pihu on a video call, eager to see her before the ceremony. However, his attempts were being thwarted by his mischievous brothers-in-law.

"Give me my phone back, Akash," Rudra said, his tone half-serious, half-amused. "I just want to see how Pihu is looking."

Akash grinned, holding the phone out of Rudra's reach. "No way, Jiju! You're not supposed to see her before the wedding. Bad luck and all, remember?" He winked, clearly enjoying this little power play.

Rudra turned to Ankit, hoping for a different response, but Ankit only shrugged, holding his ground. "Sorry, Jiju, but we have orders. We can't let you see Di before the ceremony."

Rudra's eyes narrowed playfully, but there was a glint of mischief in them. "If you don't give me the phone, I'll make sure you two won't see your Di either. You know I can make that happen." His voice dropped to a low, threatening tone, but his smirk gave away the fact that he was only half-serious.