Time passed like the wind, and soon, the main wedding festivities were upon them. Amidst the bustling preparations, Anjali and Aryan managed to sneak a few stolen moments together whenever they could.
At Aryan's house, he sat adorably in a golden round pot, dressed in a traditional dhoti with a white scarf draped around his upper body. His eyes darted around the room, his legs tapping impatiently.
"Mom, aur kitna time?" he asked, unable to hide his desperation.
"Arre, sabar rakh bhai, sabar," Aahan teased, grinning widely. "Vaise, mujhe pata hai tumhe itni jaldi kyun hai," he added with a smirk, causing Aryan to choke on his breath.
"Agar tune kuch bataya toh—" Aryan started, but his words were interrupted by their mom's voice.
"Chalo, ab rasam shuru karte hain," she announced.
One by one, family members stepped forward, applying haldi gently onto Aryan. He closed his eyes, squirming a bit.
"Thoda-thoda lagana, please," he pleaded, a nervous smile on his face.
His bua chuckled, "Kya baat hai, shadi mein acha nahi dikhna kya?"
"Ise lagayenge toh tumhara nikhar aur bhi badh jayega, sab bas tumhe hi dekhte reh jayenge," Aryan's bua teased, playfully smearing more haldi on him.
"Sab ko thodi dikhana hai—" Aryan started, only to be interrupted by Aahan.
"Haan, haan, sirf bhabhi ko dikhana hai, ye toh sabko pata hai, bhai!" Aahan said, rolling his eyes playfully and earning a glare from Aryan.
"Aahan, bas bhi kar, kitna chidhayega mere bhai ko," a voice chimed in from behind. Everyone turned to see Namrita, their cousin sister and daughter of Aryan's bua, Sandhya. Namrita was younger than Aryan but older than Aahan.
"Namrita di!" Aahan exclaimed, running towards her. "Aap toh aane wali nahi thi?"
"Bade bhai ki shaadi ho, aur uski behen hi na aaye? Aisa ho sakta hai kya?" she replied with a warm smile.
Aryan's face lit up at the sight of his cousin. Namrita walked over, giving him a playful pat on the cheek as she grinned.
"Mere khadoos bhaiya! Tum love marriage kar rahe ho! Mujhe toh laga tha tumhari zabardasti shaadi karwayengi Maami ji," she teased, laughing.
As the haldi ceremony continued, the playful banter and laughter brought the family even closer, filling the air with lighthearted joy. Aryan, though a little embarrassed, couldn't help but smile as he enjoyed the moment, his thoughts often drifting to Anjali and the life they were about to begin together.
As the rasam concluded, Mrs. Taneja called Aahan and Namrita over and handed them a thaal with a bowl of haldi, instructing them, "Ye samdhi ji ke yaha deke aao."
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عاطفية"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
