In the bustling heart of the city, where skyscrapers kiss the sky and the relentless rhythm of life never ceases, two souls from starkly different worlds are destined to collide. Kashi Sharma, a 20-year-old girl from a small town Jhansi, has faced m...
Since the majority voted for a long update (in one chapter), I tried my best to make it happen. However, there was an issue with the big chapter, pictures kept getting deleted by themselves, and it happened almost twice which is also the cause of delay in updating 🥺
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Vishwanath came and sat next to Kashi. His heart ached as his gaze fixed on Kashi, who sat on the mandap (altar), completely broken. Behind his sehra, Vishwanath could see her tear-streaked face, her once luminous eyes now dulled by despair. The serene smile he cherished was gone, replaced by a sorrow that tore at his very soul. Now, her tear-streaked face mirrored heartbreak, and Vishwanath felt his chest tighten painfully.
This was the very sight he had hoped to prevent. The fear and vulnerability that Ravi and Neel had forced upon her were etched deep into her expression. Vishwanath clenched his fists beneath the folds of his wedding attire, his heart warring with his mind. He hadn't wanted Kashi to feel this kind of helplessness, not even for a few minutes. The thought of her believing she was trapped, marrying a man she didn't love or worse, feared gnawed at him.
He tried to focus, but his thoughts spiraled. Would Kashi understand why he had done this? Would she feel betrayed, thinking he had taken advantage of the situation? The memory of her heartbreak when she learned of his real identity still haunted him. Her tear-filled eyes, the way she had withdrawn from him, those moments were etched into his soul. He feared seeing that same look again when she discovered the truth behind today's charade.
Vishwanath was jolted from his reverie as Pandit ji's (Priest) voice rose again, instructing Ravi to perform the kanyadaan.
"Ravi ji, apni beti ka haath dulhe ke haath mein dijiye" (Ravi ji, give your daughter's hand in the groom's hand)
Ravi, without a hint of hesitation, reached for Kashi's hand. She instinctively pulled back, her reluctance clear. But Ravi, with a forceful grip, grabbed her trembling hand and placed it atop Vishwanath's, his rough touch contrasting with Kashi's delicate fingers. The priest continued, placing a betel leaf, nut and flowers atop their joined hands.
"With this kanyadaan, you transfer the responsibility of your daughter's well-being and happiness to her husband," Pandit ji declared solemnly. "Also by placing your daughter's hand in the groom's, you accept this relationship wholeheartedly and bestow your blessings." Pandit ji said looking at Ravi.
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