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💖 Chapter 29 💜

The sky had just begun its gentle transition to gold. The temple gopuram stood tall, casting long shadows over the crowded courtyard below. The scent of jasmine, turmeric, and filter coffee danced through the air, wrapping everyone in an invisible embrace of nostalgia and joy.

Laxmi sat inside the makeup room, her heart pounding like a drums. Her hands, adorned with delicate mehendi, trembled slightly as she adjusted the emerald green pallu of her silk saree. Bhayam la illa....ana lightah odi poirulama ndra feeling. Everything she'd imagined since she was a girl standing beside her mother at weddings, watching brides with wide eyes.

Laxmv: pesama kalyanatha vitu odi poirulama? Ana Aadhi pavam... Haiyoo

“Lax! Siri da, kalyaan ponnu kala nalla shine agudhu doii!” Chithra chirped, holding a small makeup brush in one hand and a steaming tumbler of coffee in the other. Dressed in a stunning wine-colored saree, her signature nose pin glinting in the light, Chithra looked every bit the glamorous parlour queen-turned-Maid of Honour.

Behind her, her girls from the parlour — bubbly Keerthi, ever-hungry Nithya, and soft-spoken Deepa — fussed over Laxmi’s hair, dupatta pleats, and her ankle chain that refused to stay in place.

“Yenna di idhuu, un ex maari” Nithya muttered, trying to fasten it again. “Seriyave work agala”

"Ammadi naduvula vandhu kuttaya kolapi vidatha...ex kam yarum illa" Laxmi playfully panicked hitting nithyas shoulde whole she giggled

Everyone burst into giggles.

Laxmi laughed too, but her eyes welled up. “Is it normal to cry... Na yen alugurenn? ”

“Completely normal,” Chithra said, holding her hand. “Unaku pidichavana kalyanam pannika pore... Romba lambi bhayapudatha.”

Outside the room, the wedding was already in full swing. Aadhi stood at the mandapam, adjusting the veshti he had tied for the third time in one hour.

“Eshwaraaa mudiyala ya idha vechutuu,” he muttered.

“Nidhanam da,” said Saravanan, fixing Aadhi’s shawl with military precision. “Ne kalyanam dha panika pore, marathon oda pogala”

“Same stress levels,” Aadhi replied, chuckling nervously.

Soumiya, Aadhi’s mother, stood nearby, pinching her son’s cheek one last time before the photographer yelled, “Aunty, please! Candid shots varala!”

“Achooo! En peran azhagu dhaa,” Paati Panjavarnam announced loudly, eyeing her grandson proudly. "Laxmiya kalyana pannika ne romba koduthuvechavan!”

Aadhimv: ada kelavi.. Na alaga iruken nu sollu yenna support pannuve nu nenache ne enna posukunu na koduthivechavan nu solra... Unmai dhaan ana padhive panna vename 😅

Everyone laughed. Even Karthikeyan, couldn’t hold back his smile.

Meanwhile, in the women’s seating row, Rani Periyamma and Sundar Periyappa were having a quiet war over who remembered to bring the thamboolam bags.

“Naane sonnen, but neenga ‘let’s go back and get coffee’ nu sonneenga,” Rani hissed, her jhimki shaking in rhythm.

“Seri, manatha vangathaa na dhaan mistake pannenn manichuuu” Sundar whispered.

Speaking of which — Radhika and Sanjeev, sat in the next row, smiling warmly. Rubini, shone brightly today — her maroon saree, bold kajal, and light attitude catching everyone's attention. She glanced at Saravanan once. He looked away. She smiled knowingly.

Priya and Vishnu, exchanged a quiet glance. They both knew. Everyone did. But today was not about that.

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All the marriage set up was done and Aadhi had sat on the mandap before the agni with the ayyar chanting the mantras