A Relationship That Blurs The Lines Between Love and Obsession
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Raghavendra Singh Rajvansh , is ruthless , heir to thron of royal , prominent state of Rajasthan with being it's chief minister and innumerable...
As she woke up from her nap around 1 o'clock, Meera's eyes felt heavy with unshed tears. The silence of her new home overwhelmed her. She missed her family.
With trembling hands, Meera dialed her parents' number.
"Maa..." Meera's voice cracked.
"Beta, how are you?" her mother asked, concern evident.
Meera broke down, tears streaming. "I miss you all so much."
Her mother's soothing words calmed Meera. "We're just a call away, beta. Adjusting to a new home takes time."
Meera sniffled. " but...I feel lost."
"Give yourself time, Meera," her father advised. "You'll make new friends, find new routines."
Meera nodded, feeling better.
"Call us anytime, beta," her mother reassured.
After the call, Meera took a deep breath and began getting ready, for muh dikhai ceremony.
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Muh Dikhai ceremony is kept private, with only close relatives and family members in attendance.
The Muh Dikhai ceremony is an intimate ritual where the bride's face is revealed to her husband's close relatives and family members for the first time.
Meera, sits in a decorated courtyard, surrounded by close family members. Her face is covered with a veil or a decorative cloth (ghoonghat) , his mother removes the veil, revealing Meera's face.
The guest gave gifts to meera and bless her for a wonderful and prosper marriage life.
"Bhabhi ma , Time for Ghoomar!" Riya exclaimed, beckoning Meera.
Meera's heart skipped a beat. She had seen her mother and mother-in-law, performing Ghoomar during weddings, but never thought she'd be the one dancing.
Riya adjusted Meera's delicate veil. "Maa said you'll have to wear this."
Meera's hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the veil. Her new family's expectations weighed upon her.
The women gathered around, their faces filled with anticipation.
Riya guided Meera to the center of the room. "Start with your right foot, Bhabhi ma."
Meera took a deep breath and began.
Her feet moved gracefully, ankles glinting with silver anklets. The veil billowed, revealing glimpses of her radiant face.
With each spin, Meera felt her nervousness fade, replaced by joy.
Her eyes sparkled with nervous and excitement.
Meera's laughter echoed, mingling with the music.
Her Ghoomar was a mesmerizing blend of elegance and passion.
