Rekindled Hearts

19. BROKEN BANGLES (18+)

Author's Pov

Time skip - Marriage day

The moment was surreal as Dhruv gently applied the vermillion to Anvi’s hairline, marking her as his in front of everyone. The sacred fire crackled softly, its warm glow casting a gentle light over the ceremony.

Anvi’s heart raced, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness as she looked up at Dhruv. His intense gaze softened as he held her hand gently squeezing it.

The priest chanted the final prayers, signaling the conclusion of the ritual. They were officially married, bound together not only by tradition but by the deep love that had grown between them.

Dhruv’s hand never left hers as they stood, surrounded by family and friends who showered them with blessings and petals.

As they left the mandap and walked towards their car, Anvi couldn’t help but glance back at the place where their lives had just changed forever.

Her heart felt full, a mixture of excitement and nervousness for what was to come.

Dhruv, sensing her emotions, gently squeezed her hand. “Ready to go home?” he whispered, his voice soft and filled with warmth. She smiled and nodded, feeling comforted by his presence beside her.

The car ride was quiet but filled with unspoken emotions. Anvi’s fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her wedding dress as she stared out of the window.

Dhruv, sitting beside her, kept glancing at her, admiring how beautiful she looked, glowing in her bridal attire. Every now and then, his thumb would rub reassuring circles over her hand, reminding her that she was no longer alone.

Soon, they arrived at their home—*their* home now. It was beautifully decorated with lights and flowers, as if the house itself was welcoming them to their new life together.

Dhruv stepped out of the car and walked around to open the door for Anvi. Taking her hand, he helped her out, and they stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of their future.

As they entered, Dhruv’s family was waiting, ready to perform the traditional griha pravesh ceremony. His mother smiled lovingly at Anvi, guiding her to kick the kalash filled with rice at the doorstep. Anvi blushed as she did so.

Dhruv couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching as she gracefully followed every ritual. Once inside, he whispered in her ear, “Welcome home, Mrs. Rana Singh.” Anvi’s cheeks, reddened, at the sound of her new name, and she softly smiled up at him.

As the rituals came to an end, they were finally left alone in their room. The reality of the day settled in, and Anvi, still in her bridal attire, sat on the bed, her fingers playing with the edge of her dupatta. Dhruv walked over and sat beside her.

Dhurv held her hand as she looked at him with a slight blush... He chuckled at her shyness and got up. "Let's get you out of this dress.." he muttered as her stomach churned in excitement.

They would consummate today and she was more than ready. He helped her remove the dress. Jwellery. Hair pins as she groaned when her hair fell down freely.....

She was only in her underwear. Her bangles and, anklets, still on her.. she saw Dhruv removing his wedding attire. She gulped as he walked towards her... He could sense her nervousness as he leaned down and kissed her gently.

His remaining clothes, falling down one by one.. he laid anvi down on the bed as she saw him removing his boxers making her eyes widen.

Anvi's Pov

What in the world? I quickly looked at him as there was a smirk. "Dhurv.. that... How?" I couldn't form my sentence... He was huge.. I didn't know how he was going to fit in me... "You just have to lay down and spread your legs sweetheart... And don't forget to scratch my back" he winked and hovered over me as I blushed hard.