The Unwanted Royal Marriage

19.The Mehendi

Adhyay's pov

As I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't shake the thoughts of Meera from my mind. Our conversation earlier had stirred something within me—an excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness that I hadn't felt in a long time.

After hanging up, I had tried to focus on the work scattered around my room, but all I could think about was her voice. The way she spoke, the sincerity that seemed to radiate from her; it made everything feel real. It made this impending engagement feel like more than just a family obligation—it felt like a chance to build something meaningful.

My phone buzzed again, and I glanced over to see her message light up the screen. My heart raced a bit; I could hardly believe I was so invested in a person I'd only just met. I quickly opened the message and found myself smiling at her words, each one like a thread weaving our lives a little closer together.

I typed back, my fingers moving quickly over the screen. I wanted her to know how I felt, that this wasn't just another arranged marriage to me; it was an opportunity. An opportunity to know her, to connect with her on a deeper level. I took a moment to breathe, feeling both the excitement and the weight of what was coming.

Meera: I'm excited too! And maybe a little nervous about how everything will go.

Her honesty resonated with me. I was nervous, too. Would I be able to be the partner she needed? Would I live up to the expectations of our families? But I wanted to reassure her, to let her know we were in this together.

Adhyay: Nervousness is totally normal. Just remember, we're in this together. We'll support each other.

When I saw her response—a simple thank you—I felt a rush of warmth. It was nice to know I could be that source of support for her. In this chaotic world of family expectations and wedding planning, it felt good to have someone to lean on.

I lay there, contemplating how our lives would intertwine. The thought of our engagement ceremony made my heart race. I imagined her in her outfit, the way she would light up a room, and how proud I would feel standing next to her. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I typed again, wanting to express how much I looked forward to seeing her. I meant it—this wasn't just about fulfilling family obligations. It was about the journey we were beginning together.

Adhyay: Of course. Just try to get some rest, alright? I know I should be sleeping too, but I think I'll just lie here and think about you instead.

I chuckled softly at the thought. It felt nice to admit that she was occupying my mind. I could picture her smile, her laughter; it made the late-night hours pass a little easier.

When she replied with a sweet farewell, I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through me. I realized I was looking forward to seeing her again. I was looking forward to discovering who she was beyond the first impressions and nervous introductions.

Adhyay: Sweet dreams, Meera. Can't wait to see you soon.

After sending that final message, I turned off my phone and settled into bed, the anticipation of tomorrow buzzing in the air. I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, this partnership had the potential to grow into something truly beautiful.

With thoughts of Meera dancing in my mind, I finally drifted off to sleep, ready to embrace whatever came next.

The mehendi ceremony was in full swing, and the atmosphere in the courtyard was electric. Bright colors splashed across every surface, from the vibrant drapes to the flowers that adorned the seating area. Music played softly in the background, and laughter echoed as family and friends gathered to celebrate the occasion.