What will happen when two souls are tied together?? What plans do the Universe have in store for them??
Let's dive into the world of Saransh and Divisha and enjoy their slow brewing romance....
Har Har Mahadev....
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After a drive of 30 mins the car halted infront of the Maheswari mansion. Saransh lightly tapped Divisha's shoulder, waking her up, even if he didn't wanted to. "Get up jaan, we're here." Divisha slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man she just got married to. She looked down at her hands clasped together on her lap, her fingers playing with the golden bangle on her wrist. Despite her usually confident demeanor, this moment felt surreal to her. "Are you nervous?" Saransh asked softly rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, his voice breaking through her thoughts. She looked at him with a faint smile and replied, "A little. It's a big step." He gave her hand a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "They already love you so much. You've got nothing to worry about." She smiled lightly looking at him. Saransh pecked her cheeks and helped her get out of the car.
The twilight sky had turned a soft hue of orange and purple, a fitting backdrop for the most symbolic moment in Divisha's journey into her new life. The echoes of the wedding celebrations still lingered in the air - laughter, music and the gentle hum of blessings. But now the grandeur gave way to an intimate and traditional ritual: her griha pravesh.
The Maheswari mansion stood tall and elegant, its warm lights spilling out like a beacon of welcome. Adorned with fresh flowers and intricate rangoli designs at the entrance, the house itself seemed to anticipate the arrival of its new member. The threshold was lined with tiny oil lamps that flickered against the breeze, their glow adding to the sanctity of the moment.
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As I stepped out of the car, the members of the family cheered lightly, breaking into claps. Ansh walked to my side and offered his hand. I accepted it, my fingers trembling slightly, though I masked it with a poised smile.
Maa stood poised at the main door with a radiant smile on her face, in an elegant maroon silk saree, a silver tray in her hands holding a small lit lamp, a small bowl of vermilion water and some fresh flowers. Maa approached us, her face glowing with maternal affection. She placed her hand on my head, whispering, "Welcome home, beta."
I felt my heart swell at the warmth in those words.
Maa then performed an aarti, circling the lamp before both me and Ansh. The flame's soft glow danced on our faces as maa chanted a Sanskrit mantra, invoking blessings for our happiness and prosperity.
A copper kalash , filled to the brim with rice, was placed at the entrance. The rim of the pot glinted under the warm light, symbolizing prosperity. Next to it lay a shallow plate of vermillion-colored water, waiting to receive my footsteps as I entered.
"Beta," badi maa said gently, her voice brimming with encouragement, "tip the pot gently with your right foot and step inside."
I inhaled deeply and nodded. Lifting my lehenga slightly, I tapped the kalash with my foot, watching as the grains spilled inward—a gesture signifying that I was bringing abundance into my new home.
The moment my foot touched the plate of vermillion water, I paused briefly, noticing the way the red liquid mirrored the henna designs on my feet. With deliberate care, I stepped forward onto the white marble floor, leaving behind my crimson footprints—a trail of Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and prosperity, entering the house.
Every pair of eyes watched my movements with reverence and joy, and as I crossed the threshold, a soft cheer erupted from the family. Ansh's siblings cousins, mischievous as ever, began snapping pictures and videos, teasing me about my "celebrity" moment.
Laughter rippled through the crowd, and even I couldn't help but laugh lightly, my initial nervousness easing as the atmosphere grew lighter.
Inside the house, the living room had been transformed into a sacred space. The family priest sat cross-legged near a small altar, where an idol of Lord Ganesha rested amidst offerings of flowers, fruits, and incense.
The priest gestured for me and Saransh to sit together on a plush red carpet before the altar. As they we joined our hands in prayer, the priest chanted blessings, asking the deities to protect our union and bless our household.
Dadi sa placed her hand gently on my head during the prayers, a gesture so tender that it brought a lump to my throat. I felt the weight of the moment—not as a burden, but as a promise of belonging and love.
Following the solemn rituals, it was time for the lighter, more informal part of the ceremony. Ansh's siblings, led by Akansha bhabhi , couldn't resist the chance to tease us.
"So, bhai ," Akansha bhabhi began, her arms crossed, "how does it feel to finally bring home someone smarter, prettier, and infinitely more likable than you?"
Ansh let out a soft chuckle and answered , "Well bhabhi, I would call myself the luckiest person ever cuz I get to call her mine. And it feels like a beautiful dream to bring her home, to spend my days with her."
I lowered my gaze with shyness as he pecked the side of my head.
Badi maa now announced that it was the time for the ring finding game. A big brass vessel filled with milk and rose petals was kept as Ansh and I sat across it. Akansha bhabhi then took a ring and dropped it in the vessel as badi maa and maa closed our eyes.
"Chalo now find the ring. Whoever finds the ring first gets to rule the married life." Bhabhi chimed.
Ansh and I dipped our hands in the vessel, trying to find the ring. The room buzzed with excitement, as everyone started placing bets on who would emerge victorious. After a playful tussle between me and Ansh, I emerged triumphant, holding the ring aloft.
Ansh then made me wear the ring, as we earned claps from everyone. I lowered my gaze with a shy smile adorning my lips.
The night continued with more banter, gifts, and introductions to extended family members who had gathered for the occasion. I found myself enveloped in the warmth of a family that already felt like my own.
As the night wound down and the family dispersed, I and Ansh found ourselves alone in our room. The day's events replayed in my mind as I sat on the edge of the bed, removing my jewelry one piece at a time.
"You were amazing today," Ansh said, leaning against the doorframe, watching me with a fond smile.
"Was I?" I asked, looking up at him.
He nodded. "You've already made them love you. And honestly, I think I fell in love with you a little more too."
My cheeks flushed at his words, and I smiled softly. "It's been a lot, but... it feels like home already."
He crossed the room to sit beside me, taking my hand in his. "That's all I ever wanted."
I hugged him resting my head on his chest as he caressed my head lovingly. "I love you Ansh." I mumbled against his chest. He pecked the side of my head and replied "I love you more than love Jaan."
In that quiet moment, the weight of the day melted away, leaving only the promise of a future built together—step by step, ritual by ritual, love by love.
