Be Mine

51. Mehendi ceremony 💚

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AUTHOR  POV

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the bustling resort. It was the kind of morning that held a quiet excitement in the air, where every corner buzzed with anticipation. Today was the mehendi function, a celebration of color, music, and intricate artistry. 

In their respective rooms, everyone was busy getting ready. Wedding planners moved about efficiently, ensuring that every detail—from the floral arrangements to the seating area—was flawless. The decorators had worked through the night, and the venue now bloomed with marigold garlands, pastel drapes, and twinkling fairy lights that shimmered in the soft morning light. 

Overexcited cousins were already dressed, some in vibrant lehengas and sherwanis, while others in casual attire darted around, helping out, laughing, and stealing glances at the final preparations. Despite the activity, the atmosphere felt joyous rather than chaotic. 

Aditya, however, wasn’t feeling as calm. He had woken up at 7 AM to the sound of Abhi knocking persistently at his door. 

“Bhai! Time to get up! It’s your mehendi day!” Abhi’s voice had carried a mix of mischief and responsibility, a combination Aditya was used to. 

Aditya groaned as he sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He hadn’t slept much the night before. His mind had been racing—thoughts of Akriti, the upcoming wedding, and the overwhelming reality of it all. He knew he wanted this more than anything, but the sheer weight of the day’s importance made him nervous. 

After a quick shower, he stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His outfit hung neatly on a nearby stand—a light green kurta with delicate golden embroidery paired with a matching jacket that shimmered subtly in the sunlight. He picked it up, feeling the fabric between his fingers. 

“Perfect,” he muttered to himself, trying to muster confidence. 

As he slipped on the kurta, his movements were slower than usual. His hands trembled slightly as he buttoned up the jacket. The golden threadwork felt heavier than it should, almost as if it carried the weight of his emotions. 

“Why am I so nervous? It’s just mehendi,” he muttered under his breath. But he knew it wasn’t *just* mehendi. It was a day where their families would celebrate together, where Akriti would be adorned with his name hidden in the intricate designs of her henna. 

By the time he reached for his accessories—a simple golden watch and a pair of matching cufflinks—Abhi had burst into the room again. 

“Bhai, you’re taking forever! It’s just a kurta!” Abhi teased, leaning against the doorframe. 

Aditya chuckled, shaking his head. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting married.” 

“True, but don’t act like you don’t want to be,” Abhi quipped, walking over to adjust Aditya’s jacket. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” 

Aditya sighed, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. “A little. What if something goes wrong? What if—” 

“Stop overthinking,” Abhi interrupted, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat. “Akriti’s family is amazing, and she adores you. Trust me, today will be perfect. Now, get moving. Breakfast won’t wait forever.” 

By 9:30, Aditya was finally ready. His light green outfit complemented his warm complexion, and the golden jacket added a regal touch. Despite his earlier nerves, he managed to pull off a confident demeanor as he stepped out of his room.