In a world where love seems lost, Sara Tendulkar's heart is still tethered to the pain of her past. Betrayed by her first love, Harsh, she struggles to move on. Seeing their daughter's despair, Sachin and Anjali Tendulkar make the difficult decision...
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Six weeks flew by in a whirlwind of wedding preparations, and finally, the day of Shubman and Sara's Haldi ceremony arrived. The atmosphere in the Rajasthani palace was nothing short of magical, with a sense of excitement and joy in the air. The palace, with its grandeur and traditional decor, was the perfect backdrop for the vibrant celebration.
Sara was in her room, getting ready for the ceremony. She looked breathtaking in a stunning bright yellow lehenga, which flowed gracefully with every movement. The voluminous skirt was a sight to behold, with layered, ruffled details that added a playful, dramatic flair. The blouse was sleeveless, with a deep V-neckline, intricately embroidered in silver. The delicate craftsmanship of the embroidery gave the outfit an elegant and festive feel, capturing the essence of the occasion.
Her dupatta, draped casually over one shoulder, was adorned with delicate floral embellishments that complemented the intricate silver work on her blouse. She held a bouquet of fresh flowers, adding a touch of tradition to her modern yet regal look. Large, statement silver earrings dangled from her ears, completing the ensemble. The earrings shimmered with every movement, perfectly matching the festive vibe of the day.
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As Sara looked at herself in the mirror, a soft blush crept onto her cheeks. Today was a day filled with love, tradition, and the beginning of a new chapter in her life. She took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous.
Downstairs, the courtyard was alive with laughter, music, and the playful sounds of family members ready for the Haldi ceremony. The bright yellows, oranges, and greens of the décor filled the space, and marigold garlands hung everywhere, infusing the air with a sweet floral fragrance. Tables were set with bowls of turmeric paste, ready for the rituals to begin.
Shubman was already downstairs, surrounded by his family, dressed in a simple but elegant white kurta with a touch of gold embroidery. His playful smirk appeared every time someone came near him with a bowl of haldi. His friends and family were teasing him relentlessly, but his eyes were searching for one person—Sara.
When Sara finally made her way downstairs, the crowd turned to admire her. The air buzzed with compliments as she moved gracefully toward Shubman. He looked up, his gaze locking onto her, and for a moment, it seemed as if the entire world had paused just for them.
