Jindagi mein kabhi-kabhi fansne se humko sahi rasta dikhata hai.
After one week
Avni sat in the mandap, surrounded by colorful decorations and the buzz of her family and friends. The sweet scent of flowers filled the air, but all she could feel was a tight knot in her stomach. Everything is happening so fast. She couldn't believe she was here, dressed in a beautiful lehenga, ready to get married to the person she thought to expose about.
Just a few weeks ago, her life felt normal. She was focused on her studies and spending time on her secret investigation. Now, it felt like a whirlwind had picked her up and dropped her into this moment. She glanced around at the smiling faces, everyone so happy for her.
As the priest began to chant the sacred verses, avni's mind raced. What about my dreams? She had plans, goals she wanted to achieve. Was she ready to give all that up? The weight of expectations pressed down on her. Everyone had their eyes on her, waiting for her to take the next step.
The intricate patterns of her lehenga reminded her of all the traditions she was stepping into. Could she really balance her dreams with the role of a wife?
Avni took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she could pause everything. Just a moment to think, to feel.
Just then, her thoughts were broken when Pandit Ji said, "It is time to fill your hairline with vermilion." Avni's heart raced at the words, and she turned to look at Rudra, her father. He sat there with an unreadable expression, his face betraying no emotion. Is he proud? Concerned? The uncertainty gnawed at her.
Rudra took the vibrant red vermilion in his hand, the small bowl glinting in the sunlight. Avni's breath caught as he approached her. This is it. This was the defining act that would mark her as a bride.
As Rudra gently placed the vermilion on her forehead, Avni felt a rush of warmth and anxiety swirling inside her. This is real. This is happening. The bright red mark felt both like a blessing and a burden, symbolizing all the expectations placed upon her.
She tried to catch Rudra's eye, hoping to see some sign of understanding or support, but his gaze remained focused. Does he understand how fast this is all happening? Avni's heart pounded as she tried to steady herself, a mix of anticipation and fear swirling within her.
Then, Pandit Ji instructed them to take the sacred seven steps, a vital part of the ceremony. Avni felt her heart race again. She took a deep breath and placed her hand in rudras, ready to begin the ritual.
As they started to walk, Avni stole another glance at Rudra. His face remained expressionless, as if he were a statue carved from stone. Why won't he show any emotions? She wondered, feeling a wave of disappointment. This was a significant moment, and she longed for a reassuring smile or a nod.
As they finished walking, the wedding rituals came to a close, and Avni felt a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. She sat down in the mandap, her mind racing as the sounds of laughter and celebration filled the air.
Just then, Kritika approached and enveloped Avni in a warm hug. "You did it! You're officially married!" she exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement. But as she pulled back, she noticed the cloud of contemplation on Avni's face. "What's on your mind, what are you thinking about Rudra's daughter?"
