1 years later,
Rhea burst through the doorway, her vibrant dress fluttering around her.
Her bright eyes sparkled like diamonds, radiating uncontainable excitement.
"Can't wait for the wedding! I'm so, so excited!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over.
The words spilled from her lips in a joyful rush, each syllable infused with anticipation.
Ayan's face transformed, his features softening into a warm smile.His lips curled upward, deepening the creases around his eyes.
He chuckled, the low rumble vibrating through his chest.
The sound resonated through the hallway, blending with Rhea's effervescent laughter.As she hurried off, Ayan's gaze lingered, drinking in her euphoric energy.
Her footsteps echoed down the corridor, leaving behind a trail of infectious enthusiasm.Ayan entered the hall, his footsteps measured.
His eyes scanned the space, taking in the vibrant flowers. Roses, carnations, and lilies filled the air with sweet fragrance.Twinkling lights danced across the ceiling.Intricate decorations transformed the room into a fairytale setting.
Ayan's chest swelled with emotion.
He paced, his footsteps light. Tomorrow was the big day.
Anticipation built within him,eagerness coursed through his veins.
His heart swelled with expectation.
Joy danced in his eyes.
Ayan stood before the mirror, adjusting his sherwani's intricate buttons.
The silk fabric cascaded down his tall frame, accentuating his broad shoulders.
He smoothed the embroidered patterns, ensuring every thread was in place.
Outside, the shehnai's melodic notes swelled, filling the air with joy.
The loud, triumphant music sent shivers down Ayan's spine.
He couldn't wait to see his beloved, resplendent in wedding attire.
Ayan's hands trembled slightly as he tied the turban's delicate folds.
The mirror reflected his bright eyes, shining with excitement.
He took a deep breath, composing himself.
The wait was almost over.
Ayan descended the stairs, his footsteps confident on the marble floor.
He climbed onto the decorated horse, its saddle adorned with flowers.
The baraat procession began, winding its way through the crowded streets.
Colorful lights and decorations flashed by.
Drums and trumpets joined the shehnai's lively rhythm.
Ayan's eyes scanned the sea of faces.
His thoughts centered on the moment he'd behold his beloved.
The venue's grand entrance came into view.
Ayan dismounted.
His footsteps echoed through the hallway.
He approached the sacred mandap.
Intricate flowers and greenery surrounded the altar.
Ayan's heart swelled.
The anticipation was palpable.
He lifted his gaze.
Waiting.
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