Aarohi And Dev

CHAPTER 49

Aarohi POV

The four of us laughed, the moment filled with joy and camaraderie, a perfect prelude to the momentous day that lay ahead.

With that, we made our way to the venue, the grand doors opening to reveal an extravagant banquet hall that took my breath away. The grandeur was evident in every detail, from the ornate flower arrangements lining the entrance to the luxurious decor that adorned the space.

As we pulled into the parking lot, the driver opened the door and gestured for us to use the exclusive back entrance reserved for the bride. Tara and I exchanged excited glances as we made our way inside. "This just keeps getting better and better," Tara marvelled as we stepped into the lift and headed up to the bride's room.

Soon after we entered the room, the door opened, and there he was-my better half, my forever. It was astonishing how he could look so effortlessly handsome in every attire. Tara, sensing the need for privacy, quietly slipped out of the room, leaving us alone.

"You look stunning, Rose. I can't seem to take my eyes off you," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration as he handed me a bouquet.

"And you're looking incredibly handsome in that suit, and it's such a delightful surprise that it pairs so well with my dress!" I exclaimed, pleased with the serendipity.

"Only for you," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my forehead.

In that moment, everything felt perfect-his touch, his presence, and the unspoken promise of a lifetime together. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in the warmth of our love.

"I'm nervous," I admitted, staring out at the throng of media gathered below from the balcony.

He gently squeezed my hand, his voice steady and reassuring. "Just hold my hand and focus on me. If you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, just say the word, and I'll make sure they're all gone."

His comforting words helped to quiet the chaos swirling in my mind. With a deep breath, I held onto his hand, and we made our way to the stage. As the doors opened, revealing the sea of cameras and the deafening shouts of the crowd, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. My grip on his hand tightened instinctively.

"Rose, look at me," he urged softly, his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand. I turned my gaze to him, and the warmth in his eyes and the simple blink of reassurance began to soothe the storm in my mind.

With his presence grounding me, the restlessness that had taken hold of me slowly started to fade away.

"Aarohi, you've got this! You can't let yourself falter now, not with everyone here, not when everything is finally falling into place." I gave myself a mental pep talk, determined not to let anxiety overshadow this moment. My dad's face beamed with pride, his smile the widest I'd ever seen, and just like that, a smile found its way onto my lips. My friends were cheering me on, their excitement palpable, and when I looked at Dev, standing steadfast by my side, his hand never leaving mine, I felt a wave of reassurance wash over me.

"Comfortable?" he whispered in my ear, leaning in close. I turned to him, my eyes reflecting the gratitude I felt, and gave a small nod.

As the announcer congratulated us, the crowd erupted in applause. After posing for a few pictures, Dev took my hand and guided me to the microphone. With confidence radiating from his every word, he addressed the crowd. "I'd like to thank everyone from the media for joining us on this special day. This is my soon-to-be wife-Aarohi Ajay Malhotra. We appreciate your presence, but for now, we request some private time to proceed with the rituals without media interruptions."