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47. The Night

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A Y E S H A

The music swells, and everyone rises as Isha, resplendent in her bridal lehenga, walks toward the mandap. My throat tightens at the sight. Her smile is radiant, yet her eyes are shimmering with tears, just like Raghav's as he watches her approach. The love in their gaze, the promise of a future together—it's everything we once dreamed of when we were just two girls hiding in her room, escaping the world.

Isha was my safe space. Her home was more my home than my own. I close my eyes for a moment, remembering the warm kitchen where her mom always made sure I had an extra lunchbox because... well, my own mother often forgot. Those days spent at Isha's, feeling more loved and cared for there than anywhere else, shaped me in ways I'll never forget.

And now, here she is, walking toward her forever, and my heart swells with pride. A tear escapes before I can stop it, and I quickly swipe at my eyes, but not fast enough. Arjun's arm slides around my waist, his lips brushing my ear. "If you start crying now, I swear I'm taking you back to our room."

I huff, sniffling despite myself. "I'm fine. It's just... I'm happy, okay?"

He pulls me closer, his tone softening even though his words are gruff. "Well, don't cry. You will scare the kids with your ruined makeup face."

I elbow him lightly, smiling through the tears that are threatening to fall again. He grumbles something unintelligible under his breath, but the hand on my waist tightens, his warmth grounding me.

Before I can dwell too much on my emotions, Zoya suddenly grabs my arm, tugging me away from Arjun. "Come on! We've got a mission to handle."

I blink at her, confused for a second. "Mission?"

She smirks. "Operation: Destroy any dresses that upstage the bride."

I grin, instantly on board. Zoya's always had the best plans. "Who's the first victim?"

"Oh, don't worry, we've got a few contenders," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, scanning the crowd like a hawk.

As we start plotting, Abhishek and Arjun try to cling to us like lost puppies. "Can't you two stay with us for five minutes?" Abhishek complains, reaching for Zoya's hand.

"Absolutely not," Zoya replies, swatting his hand away like he's an annoying fly. "We've got work to do."

"Work?" Arjun raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "What kind of work requires pulling you away from me?"

"Important work," I say, pushing him lightly. "And you're not invited."

Arjun's eyes narrow as I follow Zoya, but I give him a wink over my shoulder. "Behave, Mr. Mehra."

"Never, Mrs. Mehra," he mutters, though I can hear the smile in his voice as he watches us walk away.

We dart through the crowd, giggling like teenagers as we plot ways to sabotage anyone who dares to try and outshine Isha. Every time I look back, I see Arjun standing there, arms crossed, watching me like a hawk. His grumpy frown is in full force, but I know he's secretly amused.

As the pheras begin, I find myself once again standing next to Arjun. The sacred fire crackles, casting a warm glow over the ceremony, and I feel Arjun's arm slide around my waist again. He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. "You know... we could replace the bride and groom. No one would notice. We could just get married right here, right now."