Their Married Life

THE WEDDING

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The groom sat smiling, posing for the camera as the cameraman directed him. He complied, though his thoughts were elsewhere. It was his wedding day, the day he had eagerly awaited for months. After three months of engagement, filled with countless video calls, midnight conversations, and shared secrets, it felt as though he had known her his entire life. As if they had never been strangers, as if their souls had always been intertwined.

As he sat there, he glanced expectantly toward the path, hoping to see her walking toward him. But the spot remained empty. The pandit ji broke his thoughts, instructing him to chant and focus on the rituals. He tried to comply, but his mind wandered, counting down the moments until he would see her.

And then, as if time itself paused, she appeared. Draped in a pastel pink saree, she looked ethereal—like a goddess descending to earth. His breath caught as he took in her beauty, every detail etched in his mind.

She stepped onto the stage gracefully and sat beside him, handing the coconut she held to the priest. Then, her innocent eyes met his, and for a moment, the world faded away. Her gorgeous black eyes held him captive, knocking the air out of him.

He couldn't help but smile, and she returned it, shyly. That smile stirred something within him—an overwhelming urge to squeeze her soft, chubby cheeks. Though he resisted the urge physically, he had already done it a hundred times in his mind, grinning inwardly at the thought.

The rituals progressed smoothly, and soon the couple was asked to change into the traditional attire given by their respective in-laws. Dev returned in a crisp white dhoti, while Manasa reappeared in an elegant white saree, her face glowing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Together, they sat on the wedding planks, ready for the next steps of their union.

The priest gestured to Dev, instructing him to extend his hand. Moments later, Manasa's delicate hand was gently placed in his. Instinctively, Dev's fingers brushed against hers, his touch soft yet purposeful. The slight caress sent a shiver down Manasa's spine, her nervousness blending seamlessly with the joy bubbling inside her. After all, it was her wedding day—a day she had dreamed of endlessly.

As the priest began pouring milk over their joined hands and continued his chanting, Manasa's thoughts drifted. The roughness of Dev's hand against her own made her blush, her cheeks warming with a shy smile. It was a touch that felt familiar, comforting, and grounding. She wanted nothing more than to turn her palm, entwine her fingers with his, and hold his hand tightly.

For months, she had imagined this moment—being close to him, feeling his presence, knowing he was hers. And now, here he was, sitting beside her, her Devu. He didn't feel like a stranger, nor someone she had only recently grown to know. He felt like home. Her heart swelled with the realization: he wasn't just a part of her life now; he was her life.

Finally, the priest handed the sacred Tali to Dev, instructing him to tie the knot that would bind them together for life. Dev took it with steady hands, the weight of the moment sinking in. Rising to his feet, he leaned over and gently tied the yellow thread around Manasa's neck, securing their eternal bond with a firm knot.

As he stepped back, something deep within him, almost instinctive, urged him to do more. Without a second thought, he bent slightly, cupping Manasa's face delicately in his hands. Her wide, surprised eyes met his, but before she could process it, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead—a silent promise of love, protection, and devotion.

The sweet gesture drew audible reactions from the crowd. A chorus of soft "aww"s erupted from the teenagers, while the aunties giggled behind their hands, clearly amused and charmed by the moment. The priest, caught between maintaining his composure and reacting to the scene, let out an involuntary snort, which only added to the merriment. And a perfect picture too.

Manasa, cheeks flushing crimson, smiled shyly, her heart racing with joy. In that single, unscripted moment, Dev had spoken volumes—words that no ritual or chant could convey. He wasn't just tying her into a lifelong bond; he was embracing it with his whole heart.

The celebrations moved forward, and it was time for the playful rituals between the bride and groom. One of the most anticipated games was the ring game, where the bride and groom competed to retrieve a ring from a lota filled with milk. The excitement in the air was palpable as family members surrounded them, cheering for their respective teams.

As the priest dropped the ring into the lota, the search began with fervent enthusiasm. Dev and Manasa plunged their hands into the milk, their fingers brushing occasionally, adding to the playful tension. Cheers erupted from both sides, with each team rooting for their champion.

Manasa, focused on her task, suddenly noticed her younger sister, Shristi, animatedly cheering for her brother-in-law instead of her. "Go, Jiju! You can do it!" Shristi called out, much to Manasa's surprise and mild annoyance. But before she could react, Dev pulled his hand out triumphantly, the ring held high, and flashed a victorious smile.

Manasa pouted, visibly disappointed at her loss. Before she could sulk further, Shristi rushed forward, throwing her arms around Dev in a spontaneous hug. Dev laughed warmly and hugged her back, the sight melting Manasa's heart.

Dev's gesture touched her deeply. Shristi wasn't just her little sister—she was practically her child, given the ten-year gap between them. Manasa had always hoped her husband would love and care for Shristi as much as she did, and watching Dev so naturally reciprocate her sister's affection filled her with gratitude.

Anushka, Dev's spirited cousin, quickly seized the moment to tease. "Okay, okay! Winner is our Bhaiya! And Bhai is officially going to rule the relationship!" she declared with a mischievous grin, eliciting a chorus of cheers from Dev's team.

Dev smirked playfully at the declaration, enjoying the attention, while Manasa crossed her arms and made a face, pretending to sulk further. But then, without warning, Dev took her hand gently, opened her palm, and placed the ring in it.

"And I hand over this power to your Bhabhi," Dev announced, his voice filled with affection. "From now on, Bhabhi is the boss."

The bride's team erupted in cheers and victorious laughter, while the groom's side let out mock groans and playful oohs. Manasa's pout disappeared instantly, replaced by a shy smile as her cheeks turned pink.

Manasa's parents, watching the moment unfold, felt a deep sense of joy. Their daughter had found not just a husband, but a true partner who valued her and her family. Meanwhile, Dev's parents beamed with pride at their son's thoughtfulness and maturity.

In that moment, amidst laughter, teasing, and celebration, it was clear: this was more than just a marriage—it was the union of two hearts, two families, and countless shared dreams.

Wrote  the Wedding in Andhra style, hope it felt something different from your regular reads.

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