The much-awaited night had arrived—Anjali and Aryan's wedding.
Anjali stood before the mirror, draped in a breathtaking red lehenga embroidered with golden details. Her jewelry sparkled in the soft lighting of the room.
She touched her dupatta gently, feeling the weight of the moment. Her heart thudded loudly, equal parts excitement and nerves.
At Aryan's house, he adjusted his cream-colored sherwani adorned with golden accents. He was fixing his cufflinks when Aahan barged in.
"Aur—oh wow, bhai! Kya maal lag rahe ho!" Aahan teased, winking.
Before Aryan could retort, Aahan yelped as his mother and bua smacked him on the head.
"Pagal kahin ka," his bua scolded, rolling her eyes.
His mother moved towards Aryan, placing a black *teeka* behind his ear. She blessed him with moist eyes, and the elders showered him with prayers for a happy married life.
At the Verma house, the *baraat* had arrived with grandeur, filled with music, dancing, and joyous laughter.
Inside, Anjali sat nervously, glancing at the clock every few seconds. She fidgeted with her bangles until a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called out softly.
The door creaked open, revealing Arushi, who froze for a moment, taking in her best friend's bridal look. Tears filled her eyes as she said, "Huff... itni pyaari lag rahi hai."
Anjali blushed, smiling through her own tears. "Arushi, mat rula na, yaar."
Arushi walked up to her, holding her hands tightly. "Ro toh main rahi hoon, tujhe dekh ke. Tu lag hi nahi rahi hai ki meri Anjali hai. Pari lag rahi hai."
They shared a heartfelt moment before Arushi adjusted Anjali's dupatta and kissed her forehead. "Chal, ab ready ho ja. Jija ji bas tujhe dekhne ke liye pagal ho rahe honge."
The sound of the *baraat* approaching grew louder. Arushi winked as she said, "Main neeche jaake check karoon, dulha humari dulhan se zyada toh nahi saj gaya?" She rushed out, leaving Anjali smiling nervously at herself in the mirror.
Aryan's eyes scanned the venue restlessly as he stood at the entrance. His mother-in-law, Mrs. Verma, performed the *dwar pooja* with a pooja ki thaal, flanked by Arushi and other relatives.
Aahan, meanwhile, couldn't take his eyes off Arushi, who looked breathtaking. His gaze traveled to her waist, adorned with a delicate chain, and he gulped. As she noticed his lingering gaze, she quickly adjusted her dupatta, covering herself, but Aahan smirked and slowly moved closer.
Leaning into her ear, he whispered, "Kash main waist chain hota... kam se kam tumhari kamar se lipatne ka aur mehsoos karne ka mauka toh milta."
Her cheeks turned red as she gasped, glaring at him, but his wink only made her heart race faster.
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Storie d'amore"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...
