You're My Mirror (PRIYA SHARMA X VIHAAN MEHRA)(OC CHARACTERS)

🤍CHAPTER-14🤍

The mandap was set, the sacred fire lit, and Vihaan sat there quietly as the pandit chanted the mantras. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, sandalwood, and the soft sound of wedding music. The baraat had arrived, the rituals had begun, but now the most awaited moment was here—the bride was about to make her entrance.

The pandit called for Priya, and suddenly, all eyes turned towards the staircase. Ananya and Neha, accompanied by Aditya and Priya's parents, slowly brought Priya down. Each step she took felt like a heartbeat skipped for Vihaan.

He caught sight of her, and his breath hitched. His heart, usually steady, skipped a beat as he took in her appearance.

Priya was radiant—no, she was more than that. She was ethereal, almost like a vision from a royal era, stepping into reality. Her lehenga was a deep royal red, rich with golden embroidery, shimmering with every movement she made. It was adorned with intricate zari work, creating patterns that resembled the ornate designs of a queen’s attire. The dupatta was delicately placed over her head, trailing behind her like a regal veil.

Her face, though partly hidden behind the dupatta, shone with a soft glow. Her makeup was impeccable. The deep crimson lipstick accentuated her lips, making them look like the richest rubies—dark and tempting.

Her eyes were rimmed with golden hues, making them sparkle like stars against the night sky. The kohl lining her eyes was perfectly done, enhancing their depth, and the golden glitter on her eyelids added a soft shimmer with every blink. Her cheeks had the faintest hint of blush, bringing out her natural beauty.

Her jewelry was heavy and royal, complementing her attire. The golden choker rested against her collarbone, and layers of necklaces cascaded down her chest. Large earrings hung from her ears, brushing her neck gently. The maang tikka on her forehead gleamed as it rested elegantly on her parted hair, which had been styled in a simple yet regal updo, adorned with red roses.

Vihaan felt his heartbeat slow and then pick up again. She was everything he had imagined, and more. In that moment, all his doubts, insecurities, and fears vanished. This was the woman he was going to marry. His bride. His Priya.

As Priya approached the mandap, Vihaan stood up without a word, his eyes never leaving her. He held out his hand, and without looking up, Priya shyly slipped her hand into his. Her touch was soft, yet it sent a jolt of warmth through him.

Priya, still keeping her gaze lowered, noticed something was missing. She frowned slightly as she glanced at Vihaan’s hands, expecting to see intricate mehndi patterns like hers.

But there was only a small design—minimal and simple. Her name wasn’t hidden in his mehndi as she had hoped. She pouted slightly, her lips pressing into a small, disappointed frown. But she quickly shrugged it off, not wanting to let it bother her. This was her wedding day, and nothing could dampen her spirits.

Vihaan noticed her subtle reaction and, without a word, gently helped her sit in the mandap. His hands carefully adjusted her lehenga, making sure it was comfortably settled as she sat beside him. His actions were tender, and the crowd noticed. There was a collective cheer, with people whistling, clapping, and hooting at Vihaan’s thoughtful and gentlemanly behavior.

Gayatri, Sumitra, Kavita, and everyone else beamed with pride and joy. Their children were finally here, together, on the brink of a new journey. The wedding that had brought two families together was now about to unite two souls.

Vihaan, feeling the weight of the moment, glanced once more at Priya, who now sat beside him, glowing like the royal queen she truly looked like. This was it. The beginning of their forever.