𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚♡

The grand courtyard of the Agniwanshi haveli was alive with bustling energy. Servants moved swiftly, their arms laden with trays of marigold petals, turmeric bowls, and brass pots filled with rose water.

The aroma of fresh flowers blended with the earthy scent of the polished sandstone, creating a regal, yet homely atmosphere.

Maya, Aayansh's mother, stood in the middle of the courtyard, her saree draped elegantly, but slightly askew-a rare sign of her flustered state. Her brows furrowed, and her eyes darted from one corner to another, scanning every detail of the arrangements.

"Sab ho gaya hai na?"she asked, her voice tinged with worry, as she straightened a slightly misplaced drape on the seating area.

Arjun, her husband, watched her from a distance, a soft smile playing on his lips. He approached her with calm, his voice steady, and reassuring.

"Maya" he said gently, "everything is perfect. Tum bekaar mein itna mat ghabrao" His relaxed demeanor was in stark contrast to Maya's restlessness, and for a moment, she paused, letting his words sink in.

Nearby, Ahaan, Aayansh's ever-playful cousin, leaned casually against one of the pillars, enjoying the scene. His smirk grew wider as he noticed Maya fussing over the flower garlands.

"Badi maa," he chimed in, walking up to her, "sab theek hai, aap tension lena band karo" He winked at her, earning a faint, reluctant smile.

The haveli stood tall, its carved arches, and intricate jharokhas adorned with yellow, and white flowers. Golden drapes swayed gently in the morning breeze, while musicians began to set up their instruments in a corner, the faint sound of dhol tuning in the background.

In the distance, Meera, Aayansh's grandmother, sat on a cushioned chair, overseeing the preparations with the experience of someone who had seen many grand occasions unfold.

She whispered something to Kavya, Ishanvi's grandmother, and they both chuckled softly, exchanging stories about their youth.

In one of the grand chambers of the Agniwanshi haveli, Aayansh stood in front of an ornate mirror, his expression a mix of indifference and mild annoyance. The room was bathed in warm sunlight streaming through the tall arched windows, reflecting off the gold-embroidered curtains and adding a glow to the already regal interior.

Ravi, his uncle, sat leisurely on a chaise lounge, watching his nephew with an amused smile. "Aayansh, tujhe lagta hai sirf achi suit-boot mein rehkar kaam chalega? Haldi ka din hai, thoda toh shagun ke rang mein dhal ja." He gestured to the white kurta set laid out on the bed.

Aayansh frowned slightly and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Yeh saare rivaaz zarurat se zyada ho raha hai," he muttered under his breath, though he reached for the kurta reluctantly.

"Yeh toh shuruaat hai, Raja sa," teased Ahaan as he burst into the room uninvited, holding a tray of floral jewelry meant for the groom. His eyes lit up with mischief as he placed the tray on the side table. "Aur haan, yeh phoolon ki maala mat bhoolna. Badi maa ne bola hai tumhare bina toh shagun adhoora hai."