Shadow of redemption

wedding

Hello everyone welcome to the new chapter ☺️☺️☺️

After few days

The grand charity event, hosted under the luminous banner of RK Defence Systems, was held in a sprawling banquet hall adorned with elegance and purpose. Aaravi’s newly established NGO, funded by Rakshit’s company, stood as a testament to their shared vision of hope and humanity. The room buzzed with dignitaries, philanthropists, and media, but amidst it all, Rakshit’s eyes searched only for Aaravi, who stood radiant in a pastel saree, embodying grace and pride.

As Rakshit took the stage, the hall fell silent. His voice resonated with a rare blend of vulnerability and strength. “This event is not just a milestone for my company; it’s a personal journey. Aaravi’s unwavering belief in me gave me the courage to walk away from shadows and embrace the light. This NGO is not just hers; it’s ours—a symbol of love, trust, and a shared dream.” His eyes met Aaravi’s, and they exchanged a silent, profound connection.

Aryan followed Rakshit on stage, his protective brotherly aura evident. “I’ve always been wary of anyone coming close to Aaravi,” Aryan began, drawing light laughter from the audience. “But Rakshit proved he’s not just worthy of her love—he’s worthy of our family.” Aryan placed a hand on Rakshit’s shoulder, sealing his approval.

The highlight came with. Rajesh Kapoor stood beside Aaravi, smiling warmly. “It brings me immense joy to announce that in a few days, we will celebrate Rakshit and Aaravi’s union in a grand wedding.” Gasps of delight echoed in the room, followed by applause. Aaravi’s cheeks flushed with happiness, and Rakshit, though composed, was overwhelmed with gratitude.

The Kapoor family surrounded the couple, showering them with blessings. Rakshit, once haunted by his past, felt the warmth of acceptance, while Aaravi knew their love had truly conquered all.

As the charity event concluded, Rakshit and Aaravi found themselves on the terrace of the venue, away from the crowd. The cool night breeze played with Aaravi’s dupatta, and the glittering Mumbai skyline mirrored the twinkle in her eyes. Rakshit, standing beside her, looked at her with a mix of awe and emotion.

“You know,” Rakshit began, his voice soft, “there was a time when I didn’t think I deserved happiness, let alone love. But then you came into my life, Aaravi. You didn’t just heal my wounds; you gave me a reason to dream again.”

Aaravi turned to him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “And you, Rakshit, showed me what it means to love without limits. You’re not just my strength; you’re my entire world.”

He gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I promise, Aaravi, to cherish you, protect you, and love you for as long as I live.”

Aaravi smiled, placing her hands over his. “I trust you with my life, Rakshit. And I’ll stand by you in every moment, no matter what comes our way.”

As they embraced under the starry sky, the world around them faded, leaving only their love shining brightly.

The days following the charity event were a whirlwind of wedding preparations. The Kapoor mansion buzzed with excitement, as relatives poured in, decorations went up, and laughter echoed in every corner. Aaravi, dressed in a simple salwar suit, was helping her sister-in-law Riya with flower arrangements when Aryan walked in, holding a tray of snacks.

“Aaravi,” Aryan said, pretending to scowl, “you’re not a guest here. Sit down for once and let others do the work.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Bhai, I’m getting married, not retiring. Let me help!”