The sun shone brightly over the Sharma household as the day of Mehek’s wedding finally arrived. Excitement filled the air, but so did a hint of chaos. Mehek was in her room, pacing back and forth. Her mother, Mrs. Sharma, was bustling around, checking off items on her wedding planner, while Mehek’s friends, Sofia and Anamika, were busy with hair and makeup.
“Mehek, sit down! You’re making me dizzy!” Mrs. Sharma exclaimed, trying to keep her composure amidst the whirlwind.
“I can’t, Mom! What if I trip on my dress? Or what if I don’t look good enough?” Mehek replied, her hands nervously fidgeting with the edge of her wedding gown.
“Oh, please! You’re going to look stunning,” Sofia said, applying lipstick with precision. “You’re marrying a mafia lord, after all. You need to look the part!”
“Yeah! Just imagine all the glamorous parties and fancy places you’ll go,” Anamika added, a dreamy look in her eyes. “And the jewelry! Oh, the jewelry!”
Mehek rolled her eyes. “It’s not about the jewelry! It’s about the marriage! And the fact that Vikram is a mafia lord gives me anxiety!”
Sofia burst into laughter. “You know, they say mafia lords are romantic! Maybe he’ll sweep you off your feet and carry you away.”
“More like he’ll carry me into a life of danger!” Mehek shot back, her expression half-serious, half-amused. “What if he suddenly disappears on our honeymoon?”
“Then you’ll just have to bring a baseball bat and chase after him!” Anamika joked, making all the girls laugh.
Meanwhile, in a nearby hotel suite, Vikram Singh Rathore was getting ready with his father and friends. He looked sharp in his suit, but he was feeling the pressure of the impending ceremony.
“Relax, Vikram! You look like you’re about to face a firing squad,” Arman, his right-hand man, teased, adjusting his tie in the mirror.
Vikram shot him a glare. “That’s not funny, Arman. This is a big deal. I’m getting married!”
Kartike, his left-hand man, chimed in with a smirk, “Getting married? You mean getting tied up for life! Welcome to the club!”
Vikram groaned. “Don’t remind me. What if I say the wrong thing during the vows? What if I trip while walking down the aisle?”
“Dude, it’s your wedding! Just say ‘I do’ and keep your balance,” Arman said, patting Vikram on the back. “How hard can it be?”
“I just hope Mehek doesn’t think I’m a total loser,” Vikram said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“Oh, she definitely doesn’t think you’re a loser,” Kartike said with a wink. “I mean, who else would marry a mafia lord? That’s some serious bravery.”
Back at the Sharma household, the mood was equally lively. Mrs. Sharma was attempting to keep everything on track while her daughter continued to fret.
“Mehek, just breathe! It’s just a wedding!” Mrs. Sharma said, trying to maintain her own calm.
“Just a wedding? Mom, it’s MY wedding!” Mehek retorted, throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
Sofia leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know, you could always just run away. Leave Vikram at the altar!”
“Yeah! And then we could have a party without him!” Anamika chimed in, giggling.
“Shut up! That’s not funny!” Mehek said, blushing. “I love him. It’s just... a lot of pressure!”
Mrs. Sharma looked at her daughter, her expression softening. “Sweetheart, you’ve got this. And remember, Vikram loves you too. He’ll think you’re perfect no matter what.”
“But what if I trip on the way to the altar? Or what if I forget my vows? What if—”
Sofia interrupted, “What if Vikram suddenly bursts out singing a romantic song in the middle of the ceremony? That would be hilarious!”
“Or what if he brings a dozen roses and they all have thorns?” Anamika added, her eyes wide with laughter.
“Okay, that would be pretty funny,” Mehek admitted, starting to smile.
“See? Just think of it as a fun adventure!” Sofia said, winking at her. “And if Vikram makes a fool of himself, we’ll all laugh together!”
Meanwhile, Vikram was trying to calm his own nerves with his friends. “Okay, seriously, what should I do if I get cold feet? Should I just run away?”
Arman looked at him incredulously. “Run away? Are you kidding? This is your wedding! You’d ruin everything! Plus, think of the food!”
“Food?” Vikram asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Yeah! Have you seen the spread they’ve got? Five different types of biryani!” Kartike exclaimed, rubbing his stomach.
Vikram chuckled, feeling a bit better. “Alright, I guess I can’t miss that. But still, what if I mess up?”
Arman leaned in closer. “Just remember: if you forget your vows, just say something romantic. Women love that!”
“Really? Like what?” Vikram asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Like, ‘You are my moon and stars,’ or something cheesy,” Kartike suggested, pretending to swoon. “Just don’t call her ‘moon’ during the vows. She might think you’re comparing her to a big rock!”
The group erupted in laughter, and Vikram couldn’t help but join in. “Okay, okay. I’ll avoid celestial comparisons.”
As the time for the wedding ceremony approached, Mehek’s nerves were settling. She felt a new sense of excitement, especially with her friends by her side.
“Okay, ladies,” Mrs. Sharma called out, “it’s time to get ready for the ceremony!”
Mehek took a deep breath. “Alright, let’s do this! Time to marry a mafia lord!”
The girls cheered, and they all hurried to finish getting ready.
Meanwhile, Vikram was also preparing to leave for the venue. “Okay, guys, let’s do this!” he declared, straightening his jacket.
“Just remember, you’re marrying a strong woman. Don’t mess it up!” Arman said with a smirk.
“I won’t! I promise!” Vikram said, confidence building within him.
As the two groups headed to the venue, anticipation filled the air. The wedding was about to begin, and neither Mehek nor Vikram could wait to see each other.
“Here we go!” Mehek said, glancing at her reflection one last time. “I’m ready!”
“Let’s do this!” Vikram echoed, feeling a surge of determination.
As they both made their way to the altar, laughter, love, and a little chaos surrounded them. It was going to be a wedding to remember, filled with funny moments and heartfelt memories. After all, what could go wrong with a mafia lord marrying the girl of his dreams?
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The Mafia heart ( book 1 )
RomanceVikram Singh Rathore - was a man of power and influence in the criminal underworld. He was known for his ruthlessness and cunning tactics that had helped him rise to the top of the mafia hierarchy. With his sharp mind and fearless demeanor, he had e...
