Shivansh Raghuvanshi x Isha Maheshwari
"I don't believe in this shit, do not accept anything from me, i don't have time to waste no this shit called love, you have time u can say no. "
"YOU ARE MINE GET THIS IN YOUR BRAIN
YOU ARE FUVKING MINE JAAN...
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And someone don't know about roka ceremony. so, they can read it below i wrote below explaining what roka is.
In Indian tradition, the Roka ceremony is a significant pre-engagement ritual, marking the formal announcement of a couple's intended marriage. It's the moment when both families come together to signify their approval of the relationship and take the first step toward formalizing the union. The ceremony is usually held at the bride's or groom's home, with close family members present to bless the couple.
The Roka typically involves the exchange of gifts, sweets, and often a small puja or prayer for the couple's future together. It is a moment of celebration and joy, where the families express their happiness for the couple's decision to get married. This ceremony comes before the official engagement, and although it is not legally binding, it symbolizes the commitment and intentions of both families to move forward with the wedding plans.
For many, the Roka is a meaningful and emotional event, as it signifies the union of two families and the beginning of a beautiful journey together. After the Roka, the couple may proceed with the engagement ceremony, which formalizes their relationship.
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Isha's POV
I sat on the edge of the cushioned stool in the large guest room, the soft rustling of silk filling the silence. Maa and choti maa walked in gracefully, her hands holding an intricately wrapped package. She smiled, a hint of warmth in her usually formal demeanor. "Isha," she said softly, "this is the dress you'll wear for the Roka." Her voice held an air of finality, as though this moment was more than just tradition-it was a silent acknowledgment of the role I was stepping into.
I unfolded the package slowly, revealing the most exquisite lehenga I had ever seen. The fabric shimmered under the dim light, its light pink and gold hues symbolizing the promise of something new. Maa gently took my hand. "Come, let me help you dress."
She worked efficiently, draping the dupatta with precision, smoothing the fabric to perfection. Once the lehenga was secured, she stepped back and examined me critically, her eyes scanning every detail. Then, choti maa opened a small velvet box on the dressing table, revealing a set of jewelry-delicate gold pieces encrusted with rubies and pearls. One by one, she adorned me, fastening the necklace, adjusting the earrings, and clasping the bangles around my wrists.
"There," she said, stepping back with a satisfied nod. Her voice was softer now, almost tender. "You look perfect." She placed her hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently. "Now, sit here and wait with patience. When the time comes, I will call you both. Until then, gather your thoughts."
