Veins Of Obsession

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Saat Phere (Seven Sacred Rounds) and Sindoor (Vermilion Mark)

The most sacred part of the ceremony arrived—the Saat Phere. The priest began to chant, and the atmosphere grew solemn. Saanvi and Ishaan circled the holy fire seven times, each round signifying a different vow.

Mr. Mehra: (wiping a tear) “Look at them, they’ve grown up so fast. It’s like yesterday Saanvi was just a little girl.”

Mrs. Mehta: (nodding) “And now she’s our daughter too. They’re a perfect match, even if they don’t realize it yet.”

Sidharth: (leaning over to Rohan) "Look at them. Who would have thought they hated each other a few months ago?"

Rohan: (smiling) "Oh, trust me. The line between love and hate is thinner than you think."

Finally, Ishaan took the sacred red sindoor and applied it to Saanvi’s parting, sealing their bond. Saanvi’s eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with a fire that matched Ishaan’s.

Ishaan: (murmuring, so only she could hear) “You’re mine now, Saanvi. And I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

Saanvi: (softly, her voice laced with challenge) “We’ll see who claims whom, Ishaan. This game is far from over.”

Ishaan: (intense, his gaze locked on hers) "This is it, Saanvi. There’s no going back now. You’re mine... in every way that counts."

Saanvi's breath caught, but she didn’t look away, her eyes challenging him, defiant until the end.

Saanvi: (softly, a dangerous smile on her lips) "You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Ishaan. You’re the one who’s trapped... not me."

They exchanged vows, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air as if each promise held a thousand unspoken secrets.

Reception

The party was in full swing, everyone dancing, eating, and celebrating the union. Saanvi and Ishaan stood together, greeting guests, both playing their roles flawlessly.

Siya: (watching from a distance, her eyes narrowed in rage) "I told you it wouldn’t be easy... He’s too clever, too powerful. But this isn’t over."

She stormed away, her plans in tatters, while Ishaan and Saanvi danced under the twinkling lights, their movements slow and calculated, but somehow... tender.

Saanvi: (as they swayed to the music) "You look pleased with yourself. What’s on your mind, Mr. Mehta?"

Ishaan: (smiling, his voice low) "Just thinking about our future, Mrs. Mehta. It’s going to be... interesting."

After sometime The grand hall was still filled with music, laughter, and dancing. The newlyweds stood on stage, accepting congratulations and blessings, but their eyes were still locked in a private battle of wills.

Sidharth and Anaya were bickering over something trivial, as usual, but the underlying attraction between them was clear.

Sidharth: (teasing) “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Anaya: (smirking) “And you’re insufferable. How does anyone even tolerate you?”

Sidharth: (leaning closer) “Maybe because I make life interesting.”

Meanwhile, Rohan had managed to pull Aahana away from the crowd for a quiet moment.

Rohan: “You know... seeing them get married makes me wonder...”