His sukoon : His junoon

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The venue for the Haldi ceremony was full of warmth and happiness, with soft sunlight shining through the light yellow curtains. Bright yellow marigold flowers were everywhere, filling the space with their fresh scent, representing purity and good fortune. Flower garlands hung beautifully from the canopy, adding a lovely touch to the setting.

Soft yellow cushions and drapes covered the ground, creating a cozy place for guests to sit and enjoy the event. Strings of fairy lights were woven through the flowers, adding a bit of sparkle. Brass urns filled with rose petals and turmeric were placed around, and large trays of fresh flowers and herbs were ready for the rituals.

In the center, a low platform decorated with intricate yellow and gold designs served as the focal point where the bride and groom would sit, awaiting the joyful shower of haldi.

Rudransh wanted to postphoen the haldi but Isha assured him that it was alright. He of course was stubborn but it was isha we are talkig about and Rudrasnh can never say no to her.

She came into the garden with the girs laughing around her. Taking her near the aisle they made her sit and when Isha began searching for someone on of them spoke.

"bhai-sa will also come don't worry" And they began giggling again. Isha 's cheek dusted pink when she thought about him. Their relationship started rough but when it became genuine she didn't realize. Now it didn't felt weird when she thought about his confession or gestures but  she feels shy so much that she can never meet his gaze.

The area suddenly fell silent and Rudransh came he wore a yellow kurta whose design matched Isha's duppatta and the designer was Janhvi. She had some courses in fashion designing and she liked doing them as a hobbie but when her bhai-sa's wedding came she was the fist one to come and request for her to design the dress.

Of course to Isha, she never had the courage to ask her bhai-sa and he never seemed to disobey her bhabhi-sa so of course now she was team Isha. Poor Isha had to go to him because Janhvi had been so nice to her and she couldn't say no to her. She still didn't had any idea of how impactful she is on Rudrash but that is the tak of some other day.

The Haldi ceremony was in full swing, with laughter filling the air and the sounds of joyous celebration echoing throughout the garden. Rudransh sat beside Isha, his gaze occasionally flickering towards her, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, too shy and flustered. The soft yellow fabric of their clothes shimmered in the sunlight, and anyone could see how well they complemented each other, not just in appearance but in their unspoken bond.

As the elders took turns applying haldi to the couple, Rudransh's grandmother approached them with her husband by her side. She was a woman of few words, her presence commanding respect.  she touched  the turmeric paste to Rudransh's cheeks, her lips curving into a rare, approving smile.

"You've done well, Rudransh," she said, her voice firm but filled with pride. "You've built an empire with strength, just like our ancestors. But today, I see the true strength of a man—not in power, but in the love he chooses to protect."

Rudransh's gaze softened for a fleeting moment, his stoic exterior cracking ever so slightly under his grandmother's praise.

His grandfather, a man of equal stature and presence, stepped forward next. His eyes, though sharp and calculating, gleamed with wisdom and a hint of affection. He dipped his fingers in the haldi and just touched it on Rudransh's knees, his voice deep as he spoke. "A king never bows," he said, his words heavy with meaning, "but even a king must bow before his queen."