Jahanvi - Dev's commoner queen [Completed✓]

44 ~ Jahanvi-Devansh gets hitched

Two months later.

Jahanvi has improved a lot. We talk. She just doesn't smile often like before. She doesn't come close to me like she used to before that incident. But I know she loves me a lot. She is just quiet because she needs time to adjust with everything around her. She needs time to realize and actually understand that her father is no more in this world. Still, in comparison to two months ago, she has improved, otherwise I had thought we had to go for a therapist.

Forget that! Let's talk about today.

I cannot describe in words how happy I'm. Because we're getting married. Today. It was going to be a court marriage at first, but then we decided to turn it into an intimate wedding, surrounded by just our close family — my family, my uncle's family, a few friends of Ishi and Krishiv, Jahanvi's family, that's it. A marriage is marriage anyways, and less people, less chaos and lots of happiness. We haven't planned anything further right now about reception and all, but yeah, there's surely going to be one later on . A grand one.

The palace is decorated so subtly I can't describe it.  The decorations are light, but it seems beautiful —soft marigold and jasmine garlands draped over entryways, delicate strings of lights glowing softly against the white stone walls, adding a warm, gentle hue to the surroundings. We had planned for it in the garden. Under the dark night sky, a canopy kind-of sheer white fabric, softly glowing with delicate strings of lights woven through its frame. They flickered like a constellation just for us, illuminating a path lined with rose petals and fairy lights that seemed to guide us forward. Lights around the setup added a warmth that mingled with the garden's night air.

When Jahanvi stepped outside and walked into the garden, Priyanjali walking alongside her, I just couldn't look away. I really just couldn't. She looked so beautiful and every bit of Rajasthani bride we had envisioned together in our early dating phase.

She was wearing a deep red poshak embroidered with intricate gold work, rich and vibrant, a true reflection of the timeless elegance of our culture while I was wearing a sherwani. Her dupatta was draped gracefully over her head, framing her face with a subtle sparkle from the golden border. Her jewelry was traditional and elaborate—thick gold bangles, a beautiful choker, and the customary Rajasthani nath (nose ring), adding a regal touch to her look. I couldn't describe how fast my heart was accelerating because of her.

“Bhai-sa? You can stop gazing at my bestfriend now, okay?” Ishi teased as her eyes fell on me.

“Oh, let him have his moment, Ishi,” Krishiv teased, rolling his eyes but flashing me a mischievous grin. “Poor Bhai-sa has waited long enough for this moment..”

I ignored them. When Jahanvi reached nearby, I gently bent down before reaching for her hand. Her hand was trembling slightly, and I gave it a reassuring squeeze, leaning close enough to whisper, “It’s just us, jaan. Forget everything else.”