The *dwar pooja* concluded, and Aryan was seated, eagerly waiting for his bride. The lights dimmed as the focus shifted to the staircase. There she was—Anjali.
His breath hitched as he watched her descend the stairs gracefully, her radiant smile lighting up the room. Tears welled in his eyes as he extended his hand to her. The families hooted and teased them as Aryan's gaze remained fixated on his bride.
She placed her hand in his, her heart fluttering at the adoration in his eyes.
The wedding progressed beautifully, and soon it was time for the *kanyadaan.* As Anjali's father placed her hand in Aryan's, he said,
"Kabhi bhi aisa lage ki man bhar gaya ho meri beti se, ya rishta nahi chal pa raha ho, toh bas use mere paas wapas le aana. Par usse kabhi hurt mat karna."
His heartfelt words brought tears to everyone's eyes. Aryan held back his emotions and
promised,
"Uski aankhon mein ek aansu tak nahi aane dunga, Papa. I promise."
it was time for the *jutta chupai rasam.* Arushi playfully snatched Aryan's shoes, laughing as she ran, with Aahan chasing her.
"Pakad ke dikaho" she teased, dodging him.
But suddenly, she felt a firm grip on her wrist. Before she could react, she was spun around and pinned against the wall. Aahan's hand slipped to her waist as he smirked.
"pkad liya Ab bhaag ke dikaho," he whispered.
Her breath hitched as she looked into his mischievous eyes. "Aahan... kya kar rahe ho?" she stammered.
"Jo mera haq hai," he said softly, leaning closer.
Her cheeks flushed, and she glared at him half-heartedly, but her racing heart betrayed her.
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Romance"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...
