FROM BROKEN TO BELOVED:- A Tale Of Arrange Marriage

CHAPTER 17

Ivaan's pov

We both were welcomed and we did the rituals. Everything happened so seamlessly that I still couldn't believe I got to call myself her husband.

It had always been my dream to live a life with Inayat, even if only as a friend, but I never got the courage to dream of her as my wife. Because I knew my limits, I knew that somethings were not attainable and to dream something like that felt like dead hope.

But here I was sitting in front of her doing post wedding rituals. Her face glowed as she tried to find the ring which was in the bowl of milk. Her face had a soft glow, her eyes shined differently that tugged something deep inside me.

We both took our hands out and saw we both were holding the ring. Her eyes widened, she was about to withdraw her hand, when I held her finger with the same hand I was holding the ring and shook my head to stop her from doing. She thought just because I was holding the ring she needed to leave the ring, and her nervous tick might get triggered. Slowly I was leaving the ring so that she could hold the ring, then suddenly all of my cousins and family members cheered for us seeing the scene in front of their eyes.

"Ab toh Ivaan and Bhabhi dono equal hai iss rishte mei." I heard Arush saying behind me.

("Now, both Ivaan and Bhabhi are equal in this relationship.")

"Of course, rishta banta hi isliye hai taki husband and wife humesha saath chale sake, naa ki ekk aage aur ekk piche." Mom said, patting Inayat's head lovingly.

("Of course, a relationship is meant so that husband and wife can always walk together, not with one ahead and the other behind.")

I couldn't stop myself and just stared at her how beautiful Inayat looked as my bride.

My Wife.

My beautiful wife.

I just wanted to hold her and conceal her from all the bad gazes that could be lingering around her. I wanted to take away all of her pain, and take it as mine, so that not a frown could take place in her beautiful face. She deserves all the happiness of this world, if possible I'll give my share as well.

And when I filled her partition with vermillion, I promised myself that whatever was in her past would never haunt her present or her future, I would always make sure of it.

"Taraisha! Beta go, take you bhabhi to her room."

Taraisha came and gave an encouraging smile to Inayat and held her hand and took her to our room. Taraisha was our cousin, she was the daughter of mom's sister. She was like a sister we never had, so we all pampered her as our own sister. And mom and dad loved her as their own daughter. And maasi didn't have any son, so Darsh and I were like her son as well. Taraisha grew up without a father, so we all tried our very best to not make her feel that she didn't have a father. And after the incident that happened with her, we tried our level best to protect her from any potential hurt that could throw her in the never ending loop of pain

For me, she was both a sister and a daughter, and that made me very protective of her. Darsh also treated her like his little sister, but they fought a lot, a hell lot.

Everybody started moving, and slowly left to their respective rooms to rest, as it already had been night with all the traveling and rituals.

I got up and turned and saw Drishan who had a strange gaze in his eyes. I followed his gaze and saw him looking towards where Taraisha took Inayat. I felt a heaviness as I watched him looking at her with so much pain and hurt in his eyes. I walked towards him, "Kya dekh raha hai waha?"