𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 |

☆ 2 ☆

Agastya POV:-

I am standing downstairs eagerly waiting for Naina as few people have gone to bring her down.

And there she is coming down with slow steps and I couldn't help but keep looking at her.

How gorgeous she is looking in the red benarasi saree.

Some girls out there giggling seeing my mouth open reaction but I don't care..apne hone wale biwi kohi toh dekh rahi hu...kya galat hai??

All the time she was looking down. I forwarded my hand to help her and she slowly gave her hand.

Naina's POV:-.

I looked at Agastya as he extended his hand towards me, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. Without any other choice, I placed my trembling hand in his.

We both sat down as the priest started doing the ritual chanting mantras..

I could feel him staring at me all the time.

"You're looking beautiful, Naina," he whispered, his voice so soft, it felt like it was meant just for me.

Startled, I glanced at him, meeting his eyes briefly before he broke into a wide, affectionate smile-a smile that any other bride would melt under. But not me. I forced a smile in return, knowing it didn't reach my eyes.

Author's POV:-

The priest then announced for them to rise and prepare for the pheras. As they stood, Agastya held her hand firmly
His grip was full of assurance and devotion, but her remained limp, unresponsive.

It was as if he was the only one truly present, truly engaged, while she felt like an observer in her own wedding. Every step she took around the sacred fire felt like she was being led, not by love, but by obligation.

With each turn, the weight of her decision pressed harder on her chest.

As the pheras concluded, the priest signaled the final and most symbolic part-the sindoor daan. The moment that would seal her fate.

Agastya, with a tenderness that both comforted and suffocated me, picked up the pinch of vermilion and leaned in to fill her maang.

Naina's POV

I instinctively closed my eyes, as if by doing so I could block out the reality of it all. But reality hit harder than ever.

A lone tear escaped from the corner of my eye, not out of joy, but in guilt.

What am I doing? I thought bitterly, my heart aching with the weight of my deception.

Agastya, who loved me with all his heart, was completely unaware that I was standing there not out of love, but because I had no courage to say no.

The guilt surged through me like a wave, overwhelming, as I realized how much I was betraying both him and myself.

Author's POV:

As the priest finally declared them husband and wife, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of completion. Agastya and Naina, now bound together by sacred vows, moved to take blessings from their elders.

But soon, the inevitable moment of the vidaai arrived. Naina, clinging to her parents, began to cry softly, her tears speaking the unspoken grief of parting. Agastya, though trying to remain composed, couldn't stop his own eyes from welling up.

Her father, struggling to hold back his own sorrow, reached out, his voice trembling,

"Beta, I know you will take care of my daughter, but still... Please, always keep her happy."